Auctioned Mates Revenge

Chapter 14

#Chapter 14 She’s alive

My eyes felt heavy with liquid I didn‘t know if it was blood or learn I couldn‘t breathe. My handa shook

uncontrollably, I could barely see him through the tears pooling in my eyes

I was so cold, but I needed him to go away. He couldn‘t see me like this. II would ruin everything I had

to calm down, but counting wasn‘t working I couldn‘t see. I couldn‘t breathe.

Mati stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him as he stared at me,

“What are you doing on the floor?

“I said get out!”

“Are you always like this?”

My eye twitched. What the fuck did that mean?

“Get out.”

Matt ignored my request and crouched beside me. Tears slipped down my face, clearing my vision. I

didn‘t know what to make of his expression. He seemed almost concerned. I didn‘t need his concern

“Why were you counting?”

I didn‘t need his curiosity either.

Because I‘m a fucking unstable wreck. But I couldn‘t say that. He could figure that out just by looking at

me.

I closed my eyes.

“Please get out.”

I felt the warmth of his hand hover over my face, but it withdrew quickly.

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

I glared at him. Despite all of his gentle actions, he was still a high–handed Wallber, using his position

to get what he wanted. I decided it was better to just give him what he wanted so he would go away.

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“Why?”

I clenched my jaw, “Because it calms me.”

Matt said nothing for a long while, but I heard him breathing. We stared at each other for a while before

he reached out as if to touch me. I wasn’t sure if I would bite him or let him touch me. Embarrassment

and anger were boiling in me. His scent was mingled with cologne that smelled good but muted the

calming effect his scent had been having on him.

His hand stopped just a few inches away from my head as if to ask for permission. What the hell was

he doing? I narrowed my eyes at him and he retracted his hand slowly. I didn‘t know what he was

thinking. I couldn’t tell from his expression though his eyes seemed pained or longing.

I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone. Didn’t he understand that?

“Will you get out now?”

“What‘s making you not calm?”

The truth beat at my teeth. The anger that had been building up in me over the past three years was

getting stronger. I wanted to scream at him, but I held it in. It wouldn‘t help me in the long run. The best

thing I could do was give him something small but honest and not so painful that it would make me

panic again.

I could still hear Dan‘s voice at the back of my mind. The guards were chuckling, palming their cocks

through their pants as they dragged us away from Dan’s rooms, wondering when they would have a

turn with us.

I shuddered, trying to get the memories to go away when I realized that I recognized his cologne.

It was the same cologne Dad used to wear when he would take Mom out for dates. Was that why his

scent was calming me?

“...Do you believe in ghosts?” I asked, softly.

He flinched but said nothing, simply staring at me as I tried to take bigger and deeper breaths. The

scent was pushing the memories and the cold away. I could almost pretend that Dad was there with

me. Matt looked down at me as if he were trying to read my mind. Our gazes met and I glared at him.

“Well?”

“I do,” he said after a moment. “Why?”

I closed my eyes again as I spoke more to myself than to him

“When I was little I was scared of ghosts. I would sneak into my parents‘ room whenever I thought I

saw one… Mom would tell me that ghosts are just the dead visiting those who they miss...”

Matt said nothing, and I didn‘t wait for him to speak.

“It comforted me then, but it‘s a lie.”

“Why do you say that?” Matt asked, his voice was soft and gentle. “Because I’ve never seen the ghosts

of my parents.” I let out a soft, shuddering breath. I heard them laughing then smelled blood as i fI was

watching their bodies swing in the courtyard again. “They would miss me enough to come if it were true.”

I wasn’t wrong. If it was true, they would come to see me. They would come to see Angelia. Everyone

who’d died during the massacre would have come to visit the young women who had been taken and

at least given us a bit of comfort while we were trying to survive that hell.

He leaned a bit closer, “Your parents are dead?”

I stared into his eyes, “They were murdered.”

Matt’s eyes narrowed, “Is that how you came to be at Larry‘s?”

My lips twitched with anger. I wanted to sit up and scream at him, but I couldn‘t.

So I tried to get him to go away with some hard truth.

“Yes. Everyone I knew was murdered… The men who did it sold me to a brothel.” I let out a dark laugh,

“I was normal once… Now, I’m a psycho prostitute counting grains of wood.”

He grimaced and I narrowed my eyes at him, “Will you get out now? Is that enough of an answer for

you?”

It was a bit meaner than I originally intended, but I couldn‘t help it. The cold was fading, but the ache of

nearly shaking myself out o fmy skin was coming.

He was silent for a moment, “I‘m sorry.”

I turned my head away, ignoring his apology. If he was really sorry, he would leave like I’d asked, but he

didn’t move, and I did my best not to acknowledge his presence any longer. I could feel him staring at

me, observing me as if he didn’t know what to do or say.

“Go back to your party,” I croaked. “Spend time with your friends… Armand is probably looking for

you.”

He chuckled, “You don‘t have to worry about them or Armand. So long as there’s liquor and Armand

has an audience, they’re fine.”

“I don‘t think that’s true.” I said, “Don’t you at least want to catch the gossipers?”

“They’re harmless,” he said. “And it wasn’t my idea to have a party.”

I should have guessed as much. Who gossiped about a friend at their party? Did he have any friends?

Armand was more of a loyal servant than a friend. Was Jay’s son someone he considered a friend?

The thought sent a spike of ice through my chest. My eyes burned with more tears.

“I want… to be alone,” I swallowed. “Go back to your party. It‘s rude to be away from your guests.”

Matt sighed and stood, “Fine. For now... just don‘t sleep on the floor.”

He turned and left me alone. I let out a slow breath. Slowly, I sat up and got off the floor. I was still

sweaty and cold, so I decided to take a bath. After filling the tub with hot water, I slipped into the tub

with a sigh.

I didn’t want a shower. It would just make me think about Dan’s guards stripping us naked and hosing

us down when they felt we stank. I already had one trip down memory lane, I didn’t want another.

The longer I soaked, the better I felt and I let my mind wander back towards Jay’s son.

It was no coincidence that Jay’s son knew Matt Wallber as an acquaintance, but the only way I could

find out more about how they’d met and what Jay had to do with everything was to get Matt to trust me.

But how was I going to do that?

Glenda

I flinched at the sound of my wolf’s voice at the back of my mind.

Alyssa? Are you there? Was I hallucinating again? It had been so long since I’d heard her voice. I could

barely feel her.

Glenda, she said again and I wanted to cry. I’m here.

Alyssa… I sniffled. Alyssa, L... ...

Calm down, she said. I’m recovering… slowly though. Not strong enough yet.

C-Can you tell me how Angelia is? Are you too weak for that?

She sighed. I felt how sad and frustrated she was just barely. She was stronger, but she wasn’t that

strong.

She’s alive, she said finally. But I can’t sense more than that. They’re too weak to talk.

I let out a shuddering breath as the tears slipped down my cheeks. What else could I expect, but her

being alive was good.

Alyssa being able to speak to me again was good.

It meant I was getting stronger and had a better chance of finding Angelia.