CHAPTER 4: PEASANT
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CASSIA'S POV:
Why couldn't he look into my eyes and see how much terror lurked within?
"What? Let go of me! You… you sliming f***s!" I screamed and kicked at the brats who wore the royal uniform and effortlessly took me away like some garbage.
As my legs made invisible lines that traced my anger and defeat, I was hauled by the arms, each stretched out like a common prisoner.
The last thing I saw was the mutual scorn that spread deliciously across the scumbag's handsome face.
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The rats squeaked and chittered in holes I wasn't ecstatic to look at.
Myla, my wolf, kept howling in my mind. She was sad, broken by our mate's rejection.
But I was furious.
Who the hell did that shitbag think he was? Talking to me like that, choking me near death, and then, our bonding?
I scoffed bitterly.
As if being pierced by his cold demeaning eyes wasn't enough, we just had to f*****g bond!
We just had to be mates.
I was beyond annoyed. My mother would be freaking out by now, and she would have nowhere to even look for me.
I was prancing and walking from one point to another in the cell. I don't know how long I did this, but it must have been a really long time.
"Hellooooo! Let me out!" I yelled into the darkness that was across from my cell.
My voice echoed back as the only response I got. I was sapped of strength to prance any longer.
I dropped down on my butt.
The rats seemed to squeak in excitement, recognizing me as a new roommate.
I was starving but I was so sure they starved more than I was.
And I was beyond scared that soon after, I wouldn't just be hearing their chittering and shrill whispers, I would see them munching on my flesh in haste as they always did to their food.
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LUCIUS' POV:
"Whatever you do, don't let anybody down there. Do you understand me?" His slow deathly voice had the guards at the dungeon on their tippy toes and their voices gone.
They knew better than to disobey the Alpha's son. They knew exactly what he was.
"Yes, Your Highness." A trembling guard spoke.
Lucius' blue eyes glowed even darker as he handled the measly plate of food with more care than he intended.
He began to climb down the stairs towards the darkness that held his prisoner.
He realized at this moment that he didn't even know her name. He only knew that her hair was the darkest shade of black he had ever seen, and her scent was the sweetest he had ever inhaled.
Without wanting to, he began to sniff the air greedily, his wolf howling and making his heart get erratic beats.
He hated her so much.
He hated the air that they now both shared. He hated that she was now a thorn in his flesh. He hated how devastatingly beautiful she was in a way that captivated him.
Hated how insanely he wanted to continue to breathe her in, drink her scent from a cup and eat the cup.
But she was an Omega.
A mere Omega.
A peasant at best, and a leech at most.
Nobody ever married an Omega, nobody ever mated with a peasant, and nobody ever mated with a goddamn dirtbag — especially not an Alpha prince like him.
His hate steamed from his eyes as he came to light, her figure in the cell and her scent began to be what he only breathed in and saw.
Everything else immediately faded away.
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CASSIA'S POV:
"You filthy girl, wake up!" If I wasn't awake before, I was now.
I didn't know when I slept off.
I had been thinking of how much the mice would love my flesh and how I'd die hungry and my mother would die from heartbreak.
I scrambled and stood erect.
Even if I was in a dirty old cell filled mice, I would rather be caught dead than be caught being weak, or being talked to like this.
"Apparently not as filthy as your cell or you, asshole." I fired back, earning a shocked expression from him.
My eyes traveled to what it was he was holding.
"Here to finish the job, huh? Poison me with whatever you have in your dirty hand."
Whatever he held in his hand smelled of mashed potatoes and a lot of gravy. It smelled so delicious I felt Myla yowl in desperation.
We both needed whatever it was that nestled peacefully on the plate.
I didn't think hatred could be materialized into an eye roll, but this shitbag did a good job.
"Enough, peasant." His voice boomed and suddenly, I didn't have a voice to counter his.
"If I wanted you dead, you would be dead and certainly, it wouldn't be because of the measly thing I have in my hands. I have other ways… "
The way he trailed off cast images in my head, and made Myla scram.
"Then why the f**k are you here then? If you don't want to kill me, why the f**k are you here? You let your dumbass goons drag me off school grounds like a criminal. You keep me in your locked away dungeon, deep down in the earth of Goddess-knows-where, and you dare to show your sick face here? Piece of s**t!" I turn around, suddenly hating his handsome face and the mouth he used to utter the word 'peasant. '
"I said, enough!" He growled menacingly. "I will not have you speak to me in that manner, pig. You will hold your tongue, or I will rip it off for you. You had no business being in the royal school, ou're an outcast for a reason. But since you came back and had the nerves to cross the threshold that separates the peasants from the royals, you get exactly what the hell you deserve." His words, every ounce and every sentence, sliced me open.
It cut deep, especially coming from the one person who was supposed to love me, but I was not going to reflect on it.
He didn't deserve my sadness. I still stood away from him, my back rigid.
The tension seemed to shiner down a bit, but I refused to look at his face.
"Anyway, I am not here to lecture you on why you're a dirty disgusting lowlife. I'm here to remind you of what we talked about." He said, his tone becoming fiercer, sharper, defined, and direct.
I slowly turned to look at him, matching the hate he had no trouble hiding.
The audacity!
"Next week holds the next full moon, and you will perform the rejection rites. I will not have you becoming a larger thorn than you already are and for that to work, I will keep you alive till when you'd be released." He carefully laid the plate of food beneath the bars.
A part of me, a vicious primal part of me, wanted to gobble up the food without even chewing.
But the prideful part of me, looked at the food with more scorn than I cast back at him.
"Eat shit." I said, gnashing my teeth.
His eyes glowed a familiar gold, and his frown deepened so much that it caused a crevice on his forehead.
"I don't care if you die or live after this. But while you're here, you will f*****g listen to me. You will obey me, or else I will have you flogged with the spikes of a thousand thorns until I see bone."
The image he brought up scared the s**t out of me.
He saw how scared I was and dared to give out a wicked satisfactory smirk.
Such a royal piece of s**t.
The Alpha prince turned away, and began walking out before abruptly stopping in the darkness.
He turned to me, his golden eyes the only thing seeable as his body's form merged with the darkness.
"If word gets out that you are my mate..." He paused, like he was considering what other vile thing he could conjure up.
"I'll kill you." His eyes glowed harder, and I winced.
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