Chapter Nineteen

                                    

                                          
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~Alaya 
                          
I couldn't do anything in the wake of his gaze. I just sat there, petrified. 
                          
It was his gaze that kept me pinned, as he drags it over my entire body. This isn't the cold Alpha I've dealt with before. He has a predators unwavering attention, almost animalistic, as he comes to stand in front of me, before he kneels down. Through his vivid golden eyes, he gives nothing away that he knows me. Nothing. 
                          
I'm just a stranger. A mortal. Like him, but I'm no Alpha. 
                          
"What are we going to do with you?" He questions coyly, tilting his head to the side. It's a game. A mental game. He's messing with me, Ben and Abby. I keep to the plan, though, seeming scared - which comes naturally - innocent and intimidated. My mind is still in a state of shock from Asher's unspoken plan that is unfolding in front of me. That's now unfolding right in front of me in a way I never expected. 
                          
He crouches down in front of me. I tremble slightly, as he raises his hand up to the shirt of my dress, close to my knee. He plays with the satin, toying with it. "A runaway bride, huh? Sinful will love you."
                          
"You can't take her to Sinful," Abby insists, as if she didn't know Ben was calling for help moments before. "He will kill her."
                          
"Oh don't worry, he will do a lot more than that," Asher replies, standing swiftly up again.
                          
His hand comes out, offering it to me. Within his gaze, I hear a silent order. He's hardly acknowledging me in other ways, not telling me his name, or asking for mine. It's his way to belittle me, letting everyone in the room know that he's the Alpha, and he makes the commands. Trying to make it seem as though I'm completely at his mercy, I take his hand, letting him help me to my feet. 
                          
"I'm going to take this girl where she belongs," Asher says, while I keep my mouth. "Thank you for reporting her in, we will have a reward on the way for your service."
                          
The sound of that disgusted me. These people knew what they would get in return for reporting me. They never actually cared, nor wanted to help me in any sense. Are all immortals like this? If so, then this isn't going to be fun. 
                          
Neither Abby nor Ben said another word. Instead, the watched silently, as Asher lead me out their front door, closing it behind him. 
                          
"Thank you for explaining the plan to me," I snap, the moment I knew they couldn't hear me no more. Asher kept his hand in mine, but the cold, detached feelings of his glove took away the entire feeling to it. At this point, he's just dragging me toward a car parked on the curb, right behind their fence. The exact car I assume is going to take me to Sinful. 
                          
"It was better you didn't know."
                          
How convenient. "How so?"
                          
Asher opens the car door for me, letting me shuffle in, trying to balance myself and stuff the entirety of my dress skirt into the vehicle. He follows after, closing the door before the car pulls off onto the road straight away. The driver is concealed, but I take little notice of them. Surely they are an immortal. 
                          
"Like I said, the least you know, the better. Aspen called me manipulative? You haven't met Sinful yet. He may not be able to fully read your thoughts, but he will get them out in his own special ways," Asher tells me, looking directly out the window rather than at me.