The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 37

He did not utter a word throughout my display, and when the breakfast was over, he left.

"You shouldn't push him, Tamia. He has made a lot of exceptions for you," Marcel warned me, and I was quiet. What did he know about being pushed? Avery looked at me, feeling sorry for me.

I felt sorry for myself. Being brave with Sylvester was pointless; I just broke down and cried. Theodore and Marcel excused us while Linda and Avery remained.

"What is the matter?" Avery asked.

"You usually have your shit together, but you are losing yourself," Avery said, and I nodded in agreement. I did not understand what was happening to me.

"Remember, we are prisoners here, Tamia. They could get bored and kick us to the curb. As nice as they may be, we aren't free here. Please do not aggravate the Alpha." Linda pleaded with me, afraid of what would happen if Sylvester got mad and changed his mind. Being victims of severe abuse, I could understand their fear and her willingness to settle for less. Anything was better than where they were coming from, but I couldn't relate, and my heart and emotions were all over the place.

I wiped away my tears for their sake.

"I will try," I said, and they thanked me.

I returned to my room to change my clothes. And then, I went to join Sylvester in the training room.

He was the only one there, and he was punching a bag.

It seemed ordinary until I realised it was coated in silver; I looked around and noticed that most things were covered in silver.

I realised why they were very strong. If they trained with silver, then an actual battle would be easy.

Remembering what my friends pleaded with me to do, I chose to be on my best behaviour.

"I am sorry I wore that dress to breakfast; it won't happen again, Alpha," I said, and he punched the bag hard.

I wonder what I said that made him angry.

He turned to look at me, his hair was wet with sweat, and his muscles flexed.

I tried to ignore his body and his face altogether.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me, a bit angry, and I swallowed. I guess I had pissed him off really good.

"To train," I said with uncertainty.

"No training today, and you can wear your sheer clothes henceforth," He said and turned back to continue what he was doing.

I felt insulted, but he had put me in my place, which Avery and Linda feared.

What was the matter with him? What was he afraid of?

I did not want to trouble him any more than I had, so I gave up.

"I am sorry to disturb you. I will take my leave," I said and turned around. As I was leaving, I heard Sylvester growl loudly and punch the bag hard. I walked quickly to create the desired distance between us. I did not want to be in the punching bag's shoes.

I left the place feeling foolish and stupid.

I decided to go to my room and sleep the rest of the day.

I did not want to stay awake, so I won't think about what had just happened.

Maybe I will wake up, and it will all be a bad dream.

I told the servant at my door to bring me the strongest drink they had, anything to knock me out, and she smiled and went to fetch me something.

She was yet to know that my privileges had been revoked. I might as well abuse it one last time before it is official.

She returned with a bottle with a vodka label filled with a green-looking drink.

I thought it would taste awful, but it was delicious.

I went through half the bottle and started feeling funny.

I had an out-of-body experience, and soon I wasn't in control of myself anymore because I could not coordinate myself, and everything went blank.

I woke with a banging headache and saw Sylvester sitting on the couch, looking concerned.

I was in his room.