Sold To The Untouchable Alpha novel Chapter 3

[Arissa's POV]

I sat on my knees in the middle of the large throne room, staring up into the cold, black eyes of my stepfather. His face held no signs of emotion, and his lips were pressed tightly together.

Somehow, he already knew of Gillian's fate and had been ready to throw me to the dungeon the minute I returned.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, unable to stay quiet. "I tried to save him."

I knew that nothing I said would save me, but I had to try.

"Please, believe me."

As I spoke, I kept my gaze firmly fixed on him.

"Do you think your words hold any weight?" He asked, slowly leaning forward.

"N-no," I stammered.

"You let my son die." He continued standing. "Not only that, but you also left his body behind for the hunters to do what they please with it."

Surging forward, my stepfather let his hand connect with my cheek, sending me sprawling to the ground.

A loud crack echoed around the room as my head connected with the tiled floor.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here and now!" My stepfather snarled, grabbing my hair and pulling.

"I have no reason." I responded weakly.

There wasn't any reason for him to not kill me. I was always a sore spot for him, and this was the perfect reason to get rid of me without any question.

"Insolent bitch!"

A yelp escaped me as he pulled hard enough to lift me from the ground.

"Death would be too good for you."

With a loud growl of rage, he heaved, throwing me across the room and crashing into the wall.

"Take her away!" He roared at the guards that stood by the door, keeping us in and everyone else out. "Be sure to chain her feet as well. Tell the caretaker he is not to feed her for a week. "

"Yes, sir." The guards boomed together.

Letting out a laugh, I collapsed on the floor and closed my eyes. It seemed that, after years of torture, everything was finally over and I could die in peace.

Two Month’s Later…

[Ivan's POV]

I stared up at the large arena where voices could be heard cheering on whoever was currently losing their life. It was a disgusting way to entertain oneself, but it was my brother’s favorite.