Enthralled By Silver

3. HIS POSSESSION

**Sibyl**

“Of course, it's you," he said, his eyes locking with mine as if he could see through the protection of my sunglasses.

His gaze was emotionless, his handsome face unchanged, which made me realize I hadn't misheard. He had referred to me… the principal of Jonathan’s debt. Horror gripped me as the ground seemed to slip from beneath my feet.

"Impossible..." I murmured, feeling my entire body grow cold as if I'd been plunged into icy water.

"The creation of the word 'impossible' is one of the mistakes this world has made," his voice was deep, as he stared intently into my eyes, as if he could sense every emotion and fear coursing through my veins. "Anything is possible, just like anything can be sold..." He paused, his eyes briefly lingering on my lips before locking with mine again. "Even a living being."

His words sent shivers down my spine, enveloping me in darkness. My breathing became uneven as I became acutely aware of our close proximity. "I don't agree," I remarked, breaking free from his gaze. He continued to stare at me intently as I stepped backward, only to be halted by the Beta blocking my path.

"Here is the proof," the Beta handed me some papers, signaling to the other men in the room to leave.

My eyes widened as my whole body turned cold as I laid my eyes on the papers. This had to be a nightmare. The first document was irrefutable evidence that my house had already been sold a year and a half ago to the Eclipse Moon Pack when my brother hadn't been able to pay the installments on his debt.

The Beta sighed at my silence, "Since you can't see, I'll tell you: the paper in your hand bears your thumbprint."

Hearing his words, I shifted my gaze to the next paper from under my sunglasses. My heart nearly stopped beating, and my mind went blank with terror. The document indeed bore my thumbprint. How was this possible? Why would I use my thumbprint when I could always sign? Then, the memory of me fainting after eating an ice cream a few days ago flashed through my mind.

Refusing to eat anything that Nina had prepared, I had been dining out. However, on that day, when Abraham came into my bedroom after dinner with ice cream that I had bought him, I had eaten with him without a second thought. I had passed out afterward, attributing it to overworking. However, it turned out that Nina and Jonathan had put something in my ice cream, and now their deed was laid bare in front of my eyes.

Jonathan had sold me to an underground werewolf gambling den a few days ago to repay his debt. That gambling den belonged to the Alpha whose eyes were boring holes in the side of my face, was none other than Alpha Kashton's. He was the merciless Rogue Alpha who struck fear into all the werewolf packs of the realm. His mere presence signaled death and bloodshed. Wherever he stepped, the territory became his domain. I had been sold to the devil.

Both papers, the source of my destruction, slipped from my hand in horror before I shifted my gaze to Jonathan, who was looking everywhere but at me. Growing up surrounded by so much betrayal from my own blood relatives and others that I’ve loved, this one betrayal from my brother had truly shattered me beyond repair. I could not seem to form any words, only a seething fury coursing through my veins.

At this point, both my wolf and I thirsted for blood and death. I grabbed a wooden chair from the side and charged at Jonathan. "Sibyl! Sibyl!! Sibyl!!!" he cried out in terror as he scrambled backward.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my wolf joining in as I brought the chair crashing down on his head with all my strength. The wood shattered into pieces as his head split open, blood gushing forth with the force of the blow. He was immediately knocked to the ground, appearing almost lifeless.

The Beta was Sibyl stunned; and glanced at his Alpha. I dropped the broken chair leg to the ground; my mind was a mess as I turned my gaze to the Alpha who had addressed me as "Principal" earlier.

"I am not a commodity that one can buy or sell," I declared, standing firm. "I am a living being."

The Beta frowned bitterly, while the Alpha kept looking at me with an unchanged expression. He lit a cigarette without tearing his gaze away from me, stepping in Jonathan's blood that had pooled on the floor so that we stood face to face. "True, not a commodity, but not a living being either," he took a drag of his cigarette, his words confusing me. "Everything that belongs to me is my possession," he proclaimed, blowing a puff of smoke in my face.

Chills ran down my spine when he referred to me as his possession. "I am not your possession," I retorted firmly.

"That is something I decide," he coldly stated.

I clenched my shaking fists, "I was sold without my consent!" I argued.

"The concept of consent does not exist," he cut me off sharply, his voice growing graver as he stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between us. "The papers bear your thumbprint. Your brother has accumulated millions of dollars in debt. So when he failed to pay, he sold you off to the brothel," he paused, his eyes briefly falling on the patch on my neck where I had hidden my mate mark before returning his gaze to me. "Now, don't make me explain it twice. Use the brain the Goddess gave you and follow me," he ordered.

"Brothel?" My heart dropped into my stomach. So, I had been sold to his brothel...

"Glen," he glanced back at his Beta, who immediately grabbed my arm then started dragging me out as the Alpha exited the apartment first as if they were fleeing the plague. My limbs were paralyzed for a second in shock, then my senses were overwhelmed by the next moment.

"NO!!" I screamed, struggling wildly with all my strength to successfully break free from his grip.

"f**k!" Glen gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Blind girl, you need to come with me now while I'm being nice. It's a miracle I'm the one taking you and not the Alpha that just left. He's a walking devil. All genders are equal to him, he doesn't care whether the person he's dealing with is a man or a woman."

"Like I give a f**k," I growled, storming into my bedroom and locking the door behind me.

"f**k!!" Glen barked in annoyance, pounding on the bedroom door until he heard me breaking the window as I jumped out. "OPEN THE DOOR! YOU'RE DEAD IF YOU RUN!!"

I heard him yelling as I jumped from window to window. For the first time, I regretted buying an apartment on the eighth floor. The height was so daunting that I could die if I fell, but being sold into a brothel meant dying every second for who knew how long. It was something I was not ready to accept. The mere thought of it scared me to the point that the fear of death from falling vanished from my heart.

When I reached the first-floor window, I took a deep breath and jumped down. My heart was pounding out of fear, causing me to lose balance and stumble upon landing. Thankfully, I didn't get hurt too badly. Hissing in pain, I rolled on the ground once before getting up to run. I had to get away. I had to hide. I had to do anything I could to avoid falling into the hands of that Alpha...

"Going somewhere?" Keshton asked.

I paused abruptly in my run when I saw Keshton standing right in front of me. My face turned pale at the sight of him. How... how had he appeared in front of me like that? Had he run all the way down the stairs? But he couldn't possibly be that fast. So how?

"I thought I told you I don't like to repeat myself," he reiterated with a cigarette lazily pressed between his lips, giving him a dangerously attractive look.

"Let me go," I said, breathing hard as I took a step back.

"That's not an option," he announced, crushing the cigarette on the ground as walking closer to me.

My heart leaped into my throat. With a mere glance, I could sense his intentions. "Don't come any closer to me," I warned.

"Or what?" he raised his brows, closing the distance between us.

"Or I could kill you!" I partially shifted in the blink of an eye as I attacked his chest. My movements were quick and slick, ripping off a big part of his chest. Since shifting in a human territory was against werewolf laws, I couldn't shift into my wolf. However, he just stopped in his tracks, studying my flushed face and burning eyes for a second as if he was reading me. He brushed off his white shirt without looking at how much blood he was losing and said to me.

"You want to fight?" The look in his eyes was deeply offensive.

"I'm not going down without a fight," I growled. "You can take my dead body with you, but there's no way I'll willingly follow you."

I attacked him first seeing he stood in the way of my exit from the alley between the buildings. He didn't move at all. Remaining in place, he defended against my attack without blinking an eye. I knew he was an Alpha, the most powerful and dangerous in our race. While I was ready to fight and die rather than be taken away.

I punched, scratched, and hit him time and time again, but he didn't seem to be affected. Every time I attacked him, he would reverse the attack back on me, causing me to get hurt. The corner of my mouth bled and my head spun. If this continued, I would be quickly defeated. All the fighting skills I had honed over the years seemed overpowered by him. It felt like he was toying with me. This feeling was unbelievably degrading. I decided to end the fight with one last move, a move that had worked in the past and could either lead to my victory or...

Charging at him, I attacked him with the claws of my right hand, which he blocked as I had predicted. Then I executed my secret move, using the claws of my left hand to aim for his throat. Just as I was about an inch away, he grabbed my wrist. I gasped, feeling both of my wrists in his grasp, knowing he could easily break them.

In those silent moments, he locked eyes with me while my heart beat like a racehorse before he suddenly pushed both of my arms aside and attacked my face. I fell to the ground.

I shut my eyes tightly, bracing for the pain of my face being ruined for the rest of my life from his attack. In my confusion, I didn't feel any pain. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find Keshton squatting down right in front of me.

He suddenly put his finger under my chin to lift it, the corner of his lips raised slightly. "You've got something interesting going on here," he murmured.

My eyes widened as I realized he was referring to my eyes. They immediately went to his hand, which was holding my sunglasses, and then back to him as he continued to study me.

Don't tell me he had already deduced that I wasn't blind with my wolf eyes but acting. Or perhaps he knew from the day I had bumped into him.

I immediately looked away from him, fearing he might call me a ghost or something equally derogatory, as others had done in the past.

"Give me my sunglasses back," I growled, reaching out for them.

"Why?" he asked, raising his hand above his head to make it difficult for me to reach them. My knees wobbled causing me to lose my balance, I fell against his chest. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, catching me just in time. I gasped and looked up at him, where he was already staring intensely at me.

"You have silver eyes," he murmured.

I froze at his unexpected remark. Did he just call my eyes silver? Was he crazy? No, he was making fun of me. It was enough to make my blood boil.

"Give them back!" I glared at him, this time defiantly locking eyes with him.

He grabbed my neck, pulling me closer to his face. "The first lesson of being my possession is never raising your voice to me," he growled, pressing on a vein in my neck that made me black out. My head spun and I fainted in his arms.

I didn't know what happened next, but I experienced the sensation of him throwing me over his shoulder as if I were a bag of potatoes before he walked out of the alley.