Bad Boy Alpha's Daughter

Open Your Eyes

Nova

“Nova,” Master bellows, jolting me awake.

My back hurts from laying on this makeshift bed of rags and carpet remnants. I open my doors as the cell door slams open.

“Why are you still sleeping, you useless cow?” He screams.

I sit up and shrink away from him as he grabs me by my shirt collar. His breath reeks of beer and cheap cigars. “I just got to sleep,” I complain.

He slaps me hard across the face, “You don’t have time to sleep,” He throws me towards the desk. “Get to work. We have orders stacked up.”

“Can I get some water?” I ask.

He slaps me again, “Not until the orders are done,” He points to the stack lying on the desk. “If I come in and you aren’t working, you will regret it.”

“Is she going to be alright?” I hear a man’s heavenly voice say.

“We believe she will be fine, Alpha,” Another man responds. “She has sustained a lot of trauma, though.”

“From what? Who?” The other man demands.

I am surrounded by darkness as I listen to the voice speak. I try to open my eyes to see them, but I am trapped. I cannot move, and I cannot see anything.

“When will she wake up?” The heavenly voice asks.

“I wish I knew, Alpha,” the other one responds.

The voices fade, and the darkness is all I know. I don’t know if I am sleeping or not.

The finished orders sit on the desk, and my body aches from the effort. I am too weak to stand, so I lay my head on the rough wood. The door slams open, and I jump so hard that I fall off the stool.

Raspy laughter comes from Master’s mouth. “Ah, the little mouse is scared,” He cackles.

His partner Ellen slinks up beside him. Her blonde hair is a mess, and I can tell they have just had s*x. “What is the b***h doing, baby?” Ellen mutters.

“Don’t worry about it,” Master grumbles. He steps into the room. “Are the orders done?”

I nod at him, “Can I have some water now?” I ask.

He picks up the vials and inspects them, “Are these correct?”

I nod.

He opens them and sniffs. “I guess you can have a glass,” He huffs and gathers the bottles, “Ellen, get her some water and a piece of bread.”

Ellen sneers at me as Master carries the vials out of the cell. She wanders out of view, and for a moment, I think about running away, but I know I wouldn’t get very far.

‘You could outrun them if you wanted,’ The voice speaks in my head.

There is a beeping noise that has become annoying. I wish that it would stop. I try to open my eyes, but it’s like they are glued together. So, I lie there. Every so often, I smell the pleasant aroma of cinnamon buns. A tingling sensation spreads through my body as someone touches my hand. He speaks softly to me, and his gentle voice lulls me. He sounds sad, though. I wish I could see him.

“Nova, I wish I could see your eyes,” he says.

‘Open your eyes, Nova,’ The ever present voice tells me.

I don’t know who the voice is talking about. I don’t remember a Nova.

“Alpha,” Another voice perks my curiosity, but I cannot open my eyes, so I let the darkness consume me.

The door slams open, and it is dark in the cell. I am trying to sleep as a shadow moves toward me. The smell tells me that it is Master. I shrink away as he approaches. He doesn’t bother turning on the light as I stare at him through the gloom.

“You look good tonight,” He chuckles. A rough hand grabs me and pulls me toward him.

I struggle to get away, and the hand tightens its grip on me.

“Stop struggling; you are going to like it,” He licks my face, and I must keep myself from retching. I want to scream as he climbs on top of me.

“No,” I manage to say.

He roughly grabs my face and breathes on me, “Shut up.” He covers my lips with a rough and disgusting kiss.

“No,” I cry again.

The memory fades, or I think it’s a memory, and the tingling sensation in my hand returns.

“Good morning, Nova,” He greets me while the mouth-watering scent of cinnamon buns makes me long for food. “I can only stay for a minute as I have a long day.”

I wish I could open my eyes.

“Every day, the doctor says you are doing better,” he tells me. “Every day, I pray to the goddess that you wake up. I have waited so long for you.”

‘Who are you?’ I wonder.

‘Open your eyes,’ The voice echoes in the darkness.

“I have to go now,” he says, and my heart drops when the tingles stop, and I sense he is no longer near me.

I fall back into the darkness.

‘Wake up, Nova,’ The voice urges me, ‘You must wake up.’

‘Who is Nova? Am I Nova?’ I ask it.

‘Yes, you are Nova,’ The voice responds.

“She is looking less pale,” I hear a female voice announce.

“Alpha is hoping she wakes up soon,” Another one says.

“She is awfully pretty,” The first one says.

‘Open your eyes.’

‘I can’t,’ I cry out.

‘You aren’t trying. You can do it.’

“She’s crying, Kelsey,” I hear a female voice say.

‘Open your eyes.’

“I can’t,” I say out loud and hear a gasp.

“You can’t what?” The female voice asks.

Despair takes over, and once again, I am swallowed by the darkness, and the voices all fade.

I lie in a bloody heap on my makeshift bed. My panties have been ripped off, and I hurt down there. I reach down and hiss from the pain as I look at the blood on my hand. There are scrapes and wounds all over my body from his rough handling.

I vomited several times as he entered me over and over. It felt like sandpaper rubbing against my skin. His stench made it worse as he slathered my face with tongue filled kisses. I tried to struggle, but his massive weight buried me.

“I hope I made a baby in you,” He laughed as he finally got off me and stumbled out of the cell.

Tears flood my eyes, and I cry myself to sleep.

Pleasant tingles spread through my body, bringing me out of the gloom. “Nova,” He calls to me. A hand strokes my cheek, “I miss those eyes,” he says.

‘I want to see you,’ I try to say to him.

‘Open your eyes.’

‘I CAN’T!’ I scream into the gloom.

‘Open your eyes.’

My frustration and anger grow. “I can’t open my eyes,” I scream and hear a gasp.

“You can,” He responds, and I freeze.

‘He heard me,’ I say.

‘Just open your eyes, and you will see him.’

“Open your eyes, Nova,” He encourages me.

I feel myself rising out of the darkness as I finally find myself able to open my eyes. At first, everything is blurry, and all I see are shadows, so I close them again.

“Come on, honey,” he tells me.

I open my eyes, and everything is a little clearer. I am lying on my back but crane my neck to look around. I am in a sterile-looking room. Tingles on my hand make me turn, and I see the most gorgeous creature in the world.

“My god, you are beautiful,” He smiles at me.

I stare at him. Gray eyes, like a storm, stare back at me. His face is like a god's, with blonde hair framing it.

He looks like he works out, as his arms are huge. I smile at him, “Who are you?”

“I am Caspar,” he tells me. “Your mate.”

“What is a mate?” I mutter.