Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Oliver clenched his fist and gave a nice punch to his bedroom wall. Not what he was supposed to be hitting but at that moment, he would take any other outlet that wasn't the bizarre woman that was tied up in his not-so-dungeon. He was angry at himself! Mad that for the first time he didn't seem to come up with a decision or an explanation for what was streaming in his veins. He knew a lie when he heard one. So, what exactly was stopping him?

 He was giving her a chance, that wasn't what he was known for. He wasn't the Alpha that had mercy or gave chances. 

I didn't even stop to think sometimes when it involved matters like this, he was the Alpha that killed first and asked questions later. 

This was chance number two to confess. Even if she had chosen to lie in her office, this was the time to redeem herself. But she obviously wasn't taking that option. Instead she was sticking to her flimsy lie. 

For some reason he felt compelled to be soft with Nalani. It was unexplainable. She didn't look the least fragile but he wanted to be gentle with her. Hell, he even ask that an unused bedroom be emptied to be used as her prison.

Different thoughts were hammering in his head and it was killing him. She didn't appear to be the type to kill. There were a lot of things wrong with that scenario. 

Like where she had killed the person and how she had dragged them that deep into the woods. It didn't make sense that she had killed a person in the woods. She had been found with a bag and the contents of the bag had been a book and healing herbs. The area where the body had been found had also been searched and there had been no weapon around there. 

So it wasn't hard to believe that Nalani was innocent. Nalani should have been dead before he even bothered to make these enquiries but from the moment that he stepped outside of his office he had gone straight to the warrior that found her and had given him the task of searching the area properly. And when he had come back with her bag and information that he had found no signs of violence in the area he had been even more convinced that the she wasn't exactly lying about not actually commiting the murder. 

The second problem was the fact that there was a piece of this that was still missing and it meant that the girl was still lying. She didn't exactly kill a person but she knew something about that body laying in the woods and he intended to get it out of her. Walking towards the dining room, he hummed in satisfaction when he saw that his dinner had been laid out for hom. 

It was hard to believe that there were other people that lived in his home with him, mostly because the maids were too scared of him to ever be in his presence. So it was pretty common to find the place deserted and quiet. The only part of the home that held life was the slave quarters. That was the only place that held conversations and the likes. The rest of the home was usually eerily silent. 

Settling down to eat, he could feel his wolf walk around his mind restlessly. He fully intended on ignoring him and that was exactly what he did. But soon the itch in his mind began. It never completely faded away but it usually took him being really stressed for it to become noticeable. Oliver tried to ignore it as usual but it seemed like the more he tried the worse it became. 

Sighing heavily, he left the rest of his food and headed to his bedroom. Maybe a shower would help calm his mind. The moment he made the first step up the stairs, he felt it. The raging fire that came with his wolf going out of control. It was hard to explain where the feeling came from but in the next minute he was turning back around and heading for the room that held Nalani.

Meanwhile, at the cell, Nalani felt like she was stuck in a time loop of wake and sleep. It didn't feel like a long time had passed since the Alpha's last visit to the room but she had fallen asleep and woken up a lot of times in the little space. Each time she came awake, her head throb harder than before and her throat felt on the edge of giving out from the dryness.

The only thing that made sense in the moment was her ragged breathing. It was the only sound she could properly understand. 

The rest of the sounds around her sounded blurred out. Like there were not meant for her ears. The darkness in the room wasn't helping her in the least. She felt suffocated and my ragged breathing got even worse and worse as the seconds ticked by. Then it got too overwhelming for her. She began struggling against the restraints that held me up, but the chains merely bulged no matter how much she struggled against it. It only served to drain her of the last strength that she had. And then it felt like she was falling, deeper and deeper.

Until…

All was calm and quiet again and the blackness was taking over her mind once more. The next time she woke up, it was to the feeling of being watched. It felt like the piercing stare of someone had pierced through the fog that clouded her mind and brought her to wakefulness.

She blinked rapidly to try to clear the last mist, the moment she was able to do that, the feeling advanced. She could feel eyes on her but she couldn't be sure where it was coming from and that sent her into a frenzy. Her heart stuttered to a stop when I

She heard them walk towards where she was hung. Then their scent filtered into her nose. It was something masculine along with a taste. It was bitter and sweet and it made her scrunch her nose. And in the next minute a gentle brush was tickling her cheeks. 

The feeling of an unsympathetic hand running against her face was what she felt.

At the realization, a loud scream escaped her throat.