Alora.
The moment Ares grabbed my hair, I jerked awake from my sleep.
I had been dreaming of my past, locked in this dark room and curled against the wood of the bed, scared until Ares burst in angrily.
Loud noises scared me, mostly because whenever Jax was angry he slammed the door and threw things around the room making me cower in fear.
Whenever there were loud noises, I associated it with fear. And I hated it. Fear brought pain.
Ares grabbed my head, forcing me to look up at him and I was instantly taken aback by his red eyes, and his breath of alcohol.
Was he drunk?
He looked like he was as his eyes could hardly focus on mine, infact, the room was still dark so I could barely make out any of his features.
I didn’t understand his sudden burst of anger or what I had done. Was it still because I played the piano? I thought, looking up at him fearfully with wide violet eyes.
“How dare you?” He asked before gripping my hair tighter and jerking my face towards him. I gasped in shock at his strong grip, my eyes glittering with unshed tears from both fear and pain.
“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you? Infiltrating my head, seducing me so I would let you go?” He asked, and for a second I was surprised at his words.
Infiltrating his head? Seducing him?
Well, if you call being shackled to the bed, scared, tired and hungry, seducing, then I was one bad ass stripper from a club!
I wanted to yell that at him, feeling anger in my veins.
Ares chuckled darkly, turning all my anger to dear as goosebumps appeared on my skin, I peeked through my hair that had fallen over my face at him.
I could hardly make out his features but I could see his white pearly teeth, as his eyes closed while he laughed, sending chills down my spine.
“Seriously? It’s working. I couldn’t be with another woman as you kept clouding my head. So I really want to see you. All of you. I’m sure I wouldn’t think of you anymore.” Ares said, leaning dangerously towards me.
I didn’t understand what he was saying. What the hell was he talking about? How had it been my fault he was unable to be with someone else? He had kept me locked up in his room and he was blaming me for his troubles.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, leaning away from him as I tried to get away, him being too close was making me scared. I hated being touched and while Lana had kept her distance, Ares didn’t know what personal space meant.
He gripped me tighter, glaring hatefully at me.
“You think I’m attracted to you?” He asked again and I almost shook my head.
Attracted to me?
No one was attracted to a broken slave. I was marred with scars and like Jax had said, I was ugly.
“I’m a man. I’m attracted to what I see. And after I see your body, this weird feeling would go away. It wouldn’t mean anything. So stay still.” Ares said again and I suddenly understood what he was about to do.
He was going to strip me naked!
Because he thought he was attracted to my body and if he sees it, that delusion would go away. I almost laughed at the stupidity. There was nothing attractive about me and he would only be disappointed if he saw my body.
But then my blood ran cold.
The brand!
Jax’s property.
It laid at the bottom left of my stomach and if Ares stripped my clothing away from me, he would see it. He would instantly know that I’m Jax’s slave, a property to his enemy and he would kill me immediately.
As much as I’ve always wanted to die, I didn’t want to right now. The sudden image of Lana, Camilla, Camille, Isabel and Raya flashed in my mind and I found myself wanting to be around them again.
I struggled against Ares’ hold, but I should have known my attempt would be futile as he was way stronger than me. My hands dangled above my head, my wrist bruising at my sudden movement to get away but my movements were restricted.
“You’re mine. You belong to me. You’re nothing more than a slave, so do as I say.”
Fear filled my eyes as Ares slammed me against the bed, his hands reaching up to my gown and the jacket I still wore, tears threatened to roll down my cheeks as he fisted my dress in his hands and drew it forcefully backward, ripping off the material.
All the hairs at the back of my neck stood, as the cold air from the night rushed against my naked skin. I gritted my teeth together as I started to cry.
Whenever I was naked around Jax, I didn’t feel ashamed, but everything about Ares was different.
I didn’t want to feel this way, my cheeks flamed hot and I managed to peek out of my eyelashes at Ares.
His eyes focused on me as he strained them to look at my body, his blue eyes traveled down my naked body, sending shivers down my spine as he got to my stomach.
He was going to see it!
I was going to be killed! After everything!
Tears ran down my eyes and I fisted my palm, curling my toes at the discomfort of being naked under Ares’ gaze, as they bore holes into my flesh.
I wondered what he was thinking. I had scars all over my arms, on my chest and stomach too. The only place Jax had refused to hurt were my legs. He was obsessed with them.
I heard Ares groan as he released my hair, before reaching for the scar on my shoulder. It was a deep scar and I had gotten it when Jax had flinged me against the door in anger.
My breath left me as Ares touched it gently, caressing it like it was something to be cared for.
“I can hardly see anything, but I can see this deep scar here.” He said, his voice above a whisper as he stared at it intensely. The air suddenly shifted around us, and he bled off a different aura.
I instantly recognized the aura surrounding him, it was the same one from when we had first met. His eyes held the same emotion when he had brushed my hair away from my face. Those blue eyes, staring at my violet ones.
Ares touched me gently and I found myself almost leaning against him. Every anger he had felt earlier vanished leaving him with a new emotion, something I couldn’t really wrap my head against.
I had expected him to see the brand and hate him more for it, kill me even. But he had been distracted by the scar on my shoulder.
“The room is dark. I can barely see a thing. I can’t find the switch either.” Ares said softly, before turning his eyes away from my shoulders, pinning them on me.
My heart stopped for a moment as I stared back at him. Those blue eyes didn’t look at me with hatred or anger, they appeared like the dead calm sea. And I didn’t want to look away.
There was something about the way Ares looked at me when he was like this. It awakened a strong feeling in me, one I didn’t recognize.
“What happened?” He asked, referring to my scar and I sighed, as the memory of that afternoon flashed across my head.
Jax had gone out that morning to meet his informat, a spy that he sent to give him information about Ares’ pack only for him to realize he had been betrayed.
The spy had in turn sent some wolves to the East end of the border where security was the weakest. Jax pack was too big for him to oversee every single security team and some had slacked off a few times.
He had been angry, baring through the room angrily and grabbing me from the bed, throwing me against the door in annoyance. My shoulder had connected first with the lock, tearing off a huge portion of my skin leaving me a sobbing mess. He had been so angry at my tears that he walked away, leaving me bleeding against his white floors.
Ares’ touch snapped me back to reality as he reached for my cheeks, rubbing his thumb carefully against my tears. I hadn’t even realized I had been crying.
“It’s ok if you don’t want to say anything. I don’t talk about my scars either.” Ares sounded sad, and I almost burst out in tears.
Guess we weren’t both perfect after all.
His heated gaze traveled all the way down my body. And while I knew he could hardly see anything because of the dark room, I still remained speechless and frozen for fear that he could still somehow see the scar.
A tingling sensation filled me as his eyes ran down where my breast was. I tried to shrink away, but it was no use as his hand still held my face.
Sweat filled my forehead and neck despite the cold room and air against my skin and when Ares moved closer, my blood ran cold.
His eyes shifted away from my body and he met my eyes once more. I shivered in fear as he leaned closer towards me. I could smell the alcohol from him, and his cologne, he scented of mist and earth.
My mouth was suddenly dry and I ran my tongue over my lips, not tearing my gaze away from him.
Blue to violet.
Violet to blue.
Ares’ eyes followed my tongue too, his gaze lingering on my lips as I suddenly felt heat around me.
Why was I suddenly feeling this hot?
Ares leaned towards me, closer this time that I could feel his breath on my face, his lips so dangerously close to mine. My blood froze and every thought in my mind rushed to me at once.
Was he going to kiss me?
His fingers stroked my cheeks carefully as I swallowed in fear, his blue eyes brightening for a bit.
“You’re beautiful, it’s a shame your last master didn’t see it. Because I do.” He said, his voice gruff against my ear as he leaned closer, leaving me with to place to turn to.
I shivered as my body warmed under his scrutinizing gaze.
Ares made me feel different and it scared me. Usually, I would scream and fight to get away from his touch but I found myself wanting more. I didn’t want his hand to leave my cheeks.
Ares’ eyes were filled with an emotion I couldn’t describe. He leaned closer to me, his steady breath against my face.
“You’re beautiful, Alora.” He whispered and this time, he leaned closer, closing the space between us as he caught my lips in his.
**That’s a bit too steamy for me not to blush. And scream at the same time. What the hell is Ares doing? I bet this chapter didn’t turn out the way you expected? Let me know what you think in the comments. Don’t forget to love comment, it means a lot to me? What do you think of Ares and Alora’s first kiss? Is it because Ares is drunk or he actually sees Alora in a whole different light? Let me know? Follow on instagram @chimdi_jane_samuel. See you tomorrow, same time. Jane♥️