"T-then are you really going to make me your sex slave?" Elena asked, in a low tone as her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
King Killian inched closer, so close that he almost kissed her. "I don't intend to make you my sex slave, little wolf." He paused, eyes staring deep into Elena's and causing sparks to ignite. "What I need is a wife, and you are going to make a perfect bride. He pulled out.
Elena's throat tightened, making it hard to breathe. She stared at King Killian, her mind struggling to process what she'd just heard. "A wife?" The word echoed in her head, foreign and unexpected.
Elena's body trembled as she whispered, "Why...Why would you want me as your wife? I-I am not fit for that."
King Killian moved closer again, his expression unreadable but determined. "You are just what I need Elena. You are perfect as my wife."
Elena's lips parted as if to protest, but no words came. The room seemed smaller, the air thicker, charged with a tension she didn't understand. Despite the storm of emotions overwhelming her, a gentle warmth stirred in her chest, spreading like a small flame igniting after a cold, dark night, urging her to believe him. It was like something inside was telling her to trust him.
She swallowed hard, "W-what if I don't want to be your wife?"
"You don't have a choice, love, you already belong to me." King Killian replied casually.
"He is right." Elena thought. She was already sold to him. Whether she agreed or not meant absolutely nothing.
"Now." King Killian rose from the bed and then grabbed an envelope in the drawer. "Your uncle and I have already signed all necessary documents, but I need you to make this official." He handed her the envelope. "Sign it."
Elena stared at the envelope in his outstretched hand, her heart pounding like a war drum. Her gaze flickered to King Killian's face—his eyes, dark and unwavering, bore into hers with an intensity that made her body grow cold. He wasn't asking; he was commanding.
Tears stung her eyes, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and reached for the envelope with shaky hands. Elena didn't want to do this—she didn't want to marry a stranger, and she definitely didn't want this kind of life, but what other options did she have? Her fate was already sealed.
Taking the papers out, Elena grabbed the pen and scribbled her signature on it. That was it—she was now Elena Zarek, wife to the Death God.
King Killian grabbed the envelope, his movements precise and deliberate as he tucked it back into the drawer.
"It's done," he said, his voice void of warmth, sharp as the edge of a blade. "You bear my name now. Soon, you will stand before my people as my wife. A proper ceremony will be held, and you will be introduced to my people as their Queen."
King Killian's piercing gaze didn't waver as he folded his arms across his chest. "Now, tell me what you want," He said in a firm tone. "I am willing to grant your heart's desires as a marriage gift. Name it, and it shall be done."
Elena hesitated, her breath hitching as she stared at him. "A-anything?"
King Killian didn't reply but gave a curt nod.
Elena didn't say a word at first, her mind spinning as she grappled with the weight of Killian's offer. Her freedom was what she truly craved, but she knew it wasn't an option. She was already bound to him through the contract.
Did she even want anything? Was there anything she could possibly ask for?
As the silence stretched between them, Elena's memories surged forward like a storm. She thought of the life she once had—a miserable existence that began after her parents' deaths. She remembered the cold, disdainful stares of her family and pack members, the cruelty of her uncle and cousins, and the way they casted her aside.
Her heart clenched as she relived the sting of her mate's rejection, the humiliation she endured when he embarrassed her before everyone. And the dungeon… her time spent in darkness, where she cried alone in pain, where she lost her wolf.
Her fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as rage coursed through her veins. They had taken everything from her—her name, her dignity, her future.
Elena had never really thought about what she needed before. But now, sitting in front of the man who held the power to change her fate, she realized what she wanted.
"I want power," she said finally, her voice steady despite the fire burning in her chest. "I want to take back what was stolen from me. I want to prove my innocence, to make them all regret the way they treated me." Her gaze met King Killian's, unwavering and filled with newfound determination. "I want revenge!"
King Killian's lips curved into a faint, calculating smile. "Revenge, you say?" he murmured, his voice laced with dark approval. "That is a hunger I understand well."
"Very well, Elena. Power and vengeance shall be yours. However, revenge often demands more than you expect. You might lose something dear to you. Are you truly ready to pay the price?" King Killian asked.
"I've already lost everything," Elena murmured, biting her lip in an attempt to conceal her pain as tears rolled down her cheeks. She had already been thrust into a life she didn't want. What more was there to lose?
King Killian moved closer to Elena. He allowed a dark smirk to grace his face when he noticed how his little mate held her breath. "Breathe love, I'm not so scary." He whispered, his warm breath fanning Elena's face.
"I'll send an Omega to come show you around. In the meantime, you should get enough rest." King Killian said as he pulled out. He stared at Elena for a while before he turned around and left the room.
As King Killian strolled through the hallway, a familiar scent hit his nose and he groaned in displeasure. He clenched his fist in anger as he strolled towards his study room.
"You really have some nerve," King Killian growled as he pushed the door open.
Inside, a figure sat in his chair, chuckling coldly before slowly turning to face him. It was Xavier, his brother, with a dark grin on his face and a glass of whiskey in hand.
"Hello, brother," Xavier said smoothly.
King Killian's fists tightened further, his wolf straining against his control. "What are you doing here?"
Xavier leaned back in the chair, unfazed. "Oh, stop acting like you hate my guts." He rolled his eyes.
He then dropped the bottle of whiskey on the table then took a purposely stride towards King Killian. His eyes darkened as he said, "I am here for the girl, brother. My revenge starts with her!"