Ares.
The moment I heard Alora’s voice I stopped in my tracks, frozen in place with my jaw hanging dropping down to the floor.
Her voice sounded like the simple flowing of a river, running swiftly over rocks. Every anger I had felt earlier melted away, my blood cooled and my veins turned into ice as I stared in awe at the girl in front of me.
Tears ran gently from her fear filled eyes, rolling down round cheeks before falling to the cold floor beneath our feet.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak as the words of the song rolled off her beautiful lips leaving behind the resonating sound of the most charming melody ringing in my ears.
In all my twenty-nine years of being alive I hadn’t heard such a beautiful voice. The only sound I had grown accustomed to was the piano and I could just imagine that voice blending with the melody of the piano.
I suddenly wished I hadn’t interrupted her while she was playing, I wished I had waited for her to sing also because it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
But as soon as she had started, she stopped, crying softly as if she couldn’t go on singing and I wondered how such a little broken thing could make such beautiful music that sent my heart to a state of frenzy, shooting my roaring nerves and calming my dangerous anger.
Alora curled closer to the bed, her wrist had turned red and she bowed her head, letting her black hair fall in a beautiful wave over her face.
I could hear the soft whimper from her and my heart broke at the sound, she was shaking too. Scared of what I had done and I instantly hated myself for making her feel that way, and for making her cry.
I still wouldn’t move. No. I couldn’t move. I was awestruck.
Now, she seemed so small, fragile and I was almost tempted to run across the room, unshackle her and pull her into my arms. I wanted to feel that small frame pressed against me, I wanted to wipe her eyes so there weren’t any tears left in them.
Alora enchanted me.
Everything about her was alluring and I found myself drawn to the tiny slave shackled to my bed.
“I’m.. sorry..” She whispered again, snapping me back to consciousness, her eyes looking up to meet mine.
I staggered.
It was like a knife had pierced through my soul, those violet eyes. With tears in them, it appeared like a mixture of colors caught in glass, and they sparkled under the bright lights.
“I.. I.. didn’t mean to t.. touch the piano.” She choked, tears rolling down her cheeks before she looked back at the floor.
I could hear the slow beating of her heart and a heavy sigh that escaped her lips as her eyes closed shut and her head hung down her shoulders.
She was asleep. I thought. She was calm now and there was a steady beat of her heart.
I stepped forward.
As she embraced the deep slumber, I could smell the fear radiating off her, wafting off like a smoke to a flame.
Even when she was asleep, she was still scared of me.
I felt like an asshole, a jerk for making her so scared and for making her cry.
I reached her, squatting before her as I admired her clean hair. They shone brightly and I found myself reaching for it.
This was the first time I was seeing her so neat and free from dirt and it was like she had grown more beautiful. I pushed a bang of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her small ears.
As I thought, she was asleep, her eyes closed with long black lashes resting against her small round red cheeks.
Her lips opened slightly, a tiny sigh escaping from them and I found myself staring at those pink lips longer than I should have.
Her cheeks were still stained with tears and I raised my hands to them, touching her slightly but she didn’t even acknowledge my touch.
I wiped her cheeks very softly, her tears staining my large calloused hands, they felt like tiny crystal dusts. She sighed.
I stared at her lips again.
Kiss her.
I sharply drew my hands back making her stir as my heart thumped loudly in my chest for fear that I had woken her up.
Standing up immediately, I pinched my wrist, holding myself back from reaching to her again. The shackles chattered and I drew my eyes to her wrist that was chained to my bed.
They were bruised, red and looked like it hurt a lot. And I found myself stepping towards her to take them off.
No!
I stopped on my tracks. I couldn’t do that. She had touched the piano.
My eyes turned into sharp edges of a dagger and I frowned, glaring at her.
She had no right to go there, no right at all to touch it!
I felt the frozen pieces of my anger break away as my blood heated in anger once more.
No one was supposed to be there.
I wouldn’t let her go!
This time she was going to stay locked up in my room!
I thought, as I stepped backwards, snatching my car keys from my table and turning away from her without another glance.
I couldn’t be there! I couldn’t look at her that way!
I closed the door behind me, turning the keys and locking it before I threw it in my pocket to prevent anyone from going into my room.
I stared down at the other end of the hallway, the west wing. It was dark and not a ray of light seeping through the closed windows with dark drapes.
No one was allowed there, not even Seth. It was off-limits and the maids were told not to ever clean it. I didn’t want anyone going there.
Fragments of my childhood lay behind each door. And Alora had opened one of them.
With newly found anger, I stormed towards it, I clenched my fists as I reached the first door, where the piano was.
I stopped in my tracks as all the anger melted away, leaving me vulnerable with only the dark room to relieve the memories I had spent years tucking away.
The room was just as it had been with only the difference of the dark cloth against the piano.
The chair, long and stretching from one end of the piano to the other.
An image flashed in my mind, blonde hair.
“No!” I screamed, stepping backwards as fear crept up my spine and the hallway suddenly became smaller.
I could feel my wrist itching, where the scar was and I almost fell to my knees as my legs became weak.
No. No. Please. I wanted to cry out as my mind flashed with images I had tried to forget.
The room reminded me of it, the piano, the west wing. Everything here reminded me of it. My past, my childhood.
I couldn’t breathe, it was getting harder to do so and I pushed myself forward and my shaky hands reached the door knob, shutting the door with a loud bang.
The images stopped flashing across my mind, but I knew it wasn’t over. I staggered backwards, tearing my eyes away from the door and I trotted away from the hallway and down the stairs.
I couldn’t be here!
I didn’t want to be here!
My mind screamed as I crossed the dining table with my dinner that Lana had prepared for me. Glancing at my watch, it was already twelve. But it meant nothing to me as I reached for the door, throwing it open and slamming it behind me.
I walked past the fountain to my car I had parked just a few meters away. Opening the door, I got in.
A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I rested my head against the chair, closing my eyes as I tried to regain control of myself. Blocking all emotions and shoving down my anger.
I didn’t want to feel anything. That was the only way I could deal with it.
After a few seconds, I brought the car to live as I drove out of the compound.
The guards stationed at the gate bowed in submission, curiosity in their eyes as I drove out of the estate when I had just gotten in a few minutes ago.
It didn’t take long for me to reach the club. I had more than thirty of them in the country. It was a part of my business and to distract the humans from who I truly was and from the amount of wealth I owned.
Stepping out of my car, I took out a cigarette from my pocket, brought it to my lips and lit it.
I could hear the muffled sound of loud music playing from the club and I walked to the entrance.
The smell of humans and werewolves reached my nose, the club was opened to both species but I had made a rule for no werewolf to reveal themselves to the humans or else, they died by my hands.
Even the humans knew how powerful I was, I owned many estates, buildings and companies. My name, Ares Delgado, was familiar amongst everyone.
I strolled into the club, and everyone got out of my way, and the wolves bowed gently at me not to raise any suspicion. The loud music rang in my head and I headed for the VIP section.
I could see Victor ahead, but his eyes were fixed on the stripper dancing in front of him.
Mila, Victor’s girlfriend, was human with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was beautiful no doubt but I wondered why Victor was attracted to such a weak person.
I strolled towards him, taking a seat just beside him as his gaze finally turned to me. And as usual, no emotions were in them but I could see the slight surprise in his eyes at my presence.
“Alpha.” He whispered softly, “What are you doing here? I thought you had gone home already?” He asked and I shook my head, grabbing a bottle of wine from the table and chugging down its contents.
“I couldn’t sleep.” I answered, my eyes wandering to the other girls dancing just beside Mila who had stopped for a minute with a frown on her face at her boyfriend being distracted and not paying her any attention.
“Was it the nightmares again, Sir?” Victor asked and I turned to him sharply with a glare.
He looked to his feet immediately as an air of fear wafted off him.
“Forgive me.” He said, and I looked away from him, rising to my feet and puffing out smoke from my lips.
I pointed at one of the girls with black hair and green eyes, and she stopped dancing.
“Come with me.” I ordered as I left the VIP section to the room preserved solely for me. I could hear the heavy clack of the girl’s heels behind me and I could smell her fear as well as her sexual desires.
She was a werewolf, a member of my pack and she was beautiful.
I smirked. Just the distraction I needed tonight.
**Ares is an asshole, but at the same time I’m intrigued by him. I certainly love writing in his pov and I’m sure you all love reading it. He has a past to him and I can’t wait for you to read it. What do you think about him testing Alora this way? What do you think is the reason he hates the piano? And who is the blonde haired person? Let me know all your answers in the comments section. Don’t forget to click on the love too and follow my instagram @chimdi_jane_samuel? ~Jane♥️