The Delta's Daughter Chapter 240

MORGAN

Abbas must have hit me really hard. I felt like he had knocked me into next week. I opened my eyes from what seemed like an eternity of blackness. Blinking slowly as the light filtered into them, brightly and without remorse. The smell of dampness and mold reached my nose and without having to look around I knew I was in some type of cell. Years of being held in one had the scent of cold stone and damp ground embedded into my senses. It seemed wherever I was - it was well-lit. 

“The little witch wakes,” I cringed at the use of the nickname Kian called me. It didn’t have the same effect as this man’s sinister and pompous meaning.

I wiped my mouth of the drool that had gathered and hoisted myself up from the front-lying position I found myself in. I slowly turned feeling every ache in my bones, swung my legs over the cot I had been placed on, and pulled myself into a sitting position. Rubbing my temples to try and ease the pounding that was currently thumping away in there.

“That sedative really knocked the shit out of you,” He laughs, and I cringe at the annoying hideous sound that accompanies it. It’s like he was trying to make it sexy but failed miserably.

I turn my head to get a good look at the man sitting on the other side of the bars, squinting as the light hits them again. I could only guess who the dark-haired and dark-skinned man was. His eyes resembled Kian’s, his skin just a tad darker and his size was large and bulky, he looked like the ‘new and improved version of Abbas. His little brother. Though his size seemed large and intimidating, his physique had nothing on Kian, who was much bigger.

“No need for introductions, I know who you are.” I snarled. The thumping pain lessened as the seconds ticked by.

“Oh yeah? my little brother told you all about me huh,” He smirks taking out a knife and an apple, then begins to peel it with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. I have no idea what he has to be smug about because I would be damned if this was going to play out like he thinks it’s going to. “I suppose you know how he wasn’t man enough for his mate and he killed her because he couldn’t satisfy her.”

“Oh, he told me all right – How you must have tricked her into bedding you.”

He laughs out loud, his head tipping back as he full-out belly laughs “Tricked her, you say?” He laughs again “Nah when I told the little slut that Kian would never be king, she opened those legs far and wide for me. I just took what was offered. No need for me to trick her.”

“You’re sick.”

“NO! I’m a man of opportunity and if I wanted the throne then I needed Kian out of the way. It actually couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. Accept, him not dying of course. And then – he decides now to come back? Right when the throne is within my grasp” He rolls his eyes dramatically then points his apple-held hand towards me “Right when I have access to you, the fucker shows up like he is some kind of ranked wolf.”

“He is.” I frown. Did he not know who Kian is, who he became?

“He will always be nothing,” Farid growls, his eyes narrowing on me. “Now I will make you mine, kill Kian – again. And rule Asiarian.”

“Over my dead body will I ever be yours!” I spit at him in disgust.

“You really don’t have a choice, it doesn’t look like you are getting out of here anytime soon and once I mark and mate you, you will have no choice but to submit to me. The bond will make sure of that.”

“Not if I am marked against my will.” I stubbornly say.

Now Farid’s lips curl into a mischievous and dangerous smile, taking over his whole face. “Oh but believe me when I say - you won’t resist. Smart man your father and that little side chick of his. What was her name, Shayna?”

“Mate me and I lose my gifts.” I threw out the last piece of protection I could think of, only to be met with a chuckle from the delusional bastard on the other side of the bars.

“You know how I know all about you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he wasn’t expecting one “Your father made a deal with mine that you would be married off to my eldest brother Rostam. When Kian was executed, my incompetent father…” He spat the words with disgust, his eyes darkening and his wolf showing “…decided he would be named King when the time came. He wasn’t fit for the throne. Too weak, just like ‘King Panja’” He mocks his father’s name sounding and looking like an overgrown spoilt child.

“Oh, because you’re the biggest and baddest wolf. I’m so scared.” I cross my arms; eyes rolling and turn my head from him in defiance.

Farid growls, standing from the chair quickly and abruptly, knocking it backward “I am the strongest and the smartest. Under my rule, my kingdom will thrive and grow bigger than my father could have ever dreamed, he is too old! And has been too soft for too long!” I look at him, hoping I am concealing the fear I feel that this werewolf is not all there.

He is a completely unhinged spoiled little brat. Margarita used to tell me all about the children that visited the Megaron. I knew a spoiled little boy when I saw one, Margarita always said my father was the biggest one of all. A man who threw a temper tantrum when he didn’t get his way. I had seen it firsthand.

His wolf is on the surface – eyes glowing a dark red and fangs elongating as he moves forward rapidly. I flinch at the quick movement, even though he can’t reach me from where I’m sitting. He stopped short of hitting the bars on the cell.

“You know what the best part is?” Farid’s demeanor changed in an instant, his eyes glinting with a nefarious promise in them. “You get to bear my heir.” His dark features turned into a wolfish grin. "Three years I have been working on this plan, three years waiting and now I will finally be the king I am meant to be and will rule Eririat and the whole of Asiarian with a firm fist."

“I feel like I know this story. Do you remember what happened to the last biggest and baddest King? You know, the almighty King Orion – My ‘father’?” Now I stand, screw the headache, coming to a stop just on the other side of the bars, I look into Farid’s eyes. “He got greedy, and it ended in his death. You will meet the same fate.”

Farid’s eyes narrowed “Have you foreseen this witch?” he scowls a command in his voice.

“I have.” I lied. I had not seen anything of Farid’s future, only glimpses of his face.

“Liar,” he snarls turning from the bars, back facing me as he runs a palm over his face. Now I get a good look at him, it’s only his arms that are bulky. The rest of him is slender, and trim, his body looks oddly, skinnier. "Orion's death just left the rest of the continent open for my rein and for me to conquer."

“Maybe so, but remember King Orion died because his intentions were greedy, you are no different and you will meet the same fate.” I try to sound strong and intimidating, although I’m not and Farid can see right through my defenses. Either way, I won’t go down without a fight. “My brother and Kian will come for me and when they do…”

“I hope he does!” Farid growls “Abbas left him a nice note inviting Kian home. And if your brother cares enough about you to come looking, he will meet the same fate as Kian. Their heads on the end of my blade!”

I hold back the urge to laugh. Laugh loud and obnoxiously. I have no doubt Kian could defeat him in any fight, and my brother? Well, he must be living in a fairytale, the idea of him beating my brother, Finnegan Artos, son of King Orion, with the blood of a demi-god? He really was delusional!

He’s quiet for a moment and when he finally turns back around, his wolf is at bay, and he wears a calm expression. He slides a hand through his short cropped black hair, down over his slender and hooked nose. Farid tilts his head at me – the wolfish grin comes back, just not as ominous. I have a bad feeling about what that nasty grin means for me.

The door to the cellars clangs open and I hear multiple footsteps. Soon enough three burly men stand in front of me with Abbas. My heart drops.

“If you are still a virgin, we will discuss what leverage your gifts hold, if not, then… well,” Now he full-out smiles, “Then you can still bear me an heir with your gifts.”   

It’s then I see one of the men holding a black medical-looking bag. The cell door is unlocked, and the two burly guys walk in along with the one holding the bag, followed by Abbas.

This cell just got a whole lot smaller.

“What are you doing?” I almost scream, scared. I had no idea what was going on right now. What were they going to do to me?

Abbas grabs my arms, and two of them grab a leg each, hoisting me onto the little cot. Abbas holds my arms above my head, while my legs are pushed back to my chest. My dress coming up and pooling around the tops of my thighs. I start kicking and screaming when the third man stands above me with a scalpel.

“Stop! Stop!” I yell my plea for it to only fall on deaf ears.

The scalpel comes down and my dress is cut open. Next, my underwear is cut away. I keep trying to kick out – twisting my wrists in Abba’s tight, binding hold. But I’m no match for a shifter never mind five of them. I’m exposed, bare naked to all these males. My body trembles and I begin to cry. “No, no,” I hear my own muffled cries.

The intrusive and unwelcomed feel of a man’s fingers plunges into my vagina. I scream at the pain, close my eyes tightly and bite my lip. I don’t want this; I say to myself. His fingers shoved deeper and then moved around.

“You like that little witch?” Abbas whispers in my ear, tongue flicking out to taste my cheek. His repulsive tone makes me gag.

This was not pleasant. Not like when Kian did it. This was sick and unwanted, it hurt. And I could only imagine what was coming next. This time I held in my sob chewing on that lip more harshly.

His fingers withdrew quickly, and I shuddered in relief. Only for his hands to start groping my breasts, his fingers moving down over my stomach pressing on it tightly before moving back to my breasts. Bile rose from my stomach, and the urge to throw up had me choking. Suddenly his hands left me, I open my eyes just in time to see the man shake his head ‘no’ at Farid. In return, Farid bobbed his head up and down.

Goddess – NO? He just had me checked to see if my hymen was intact and if I was pregnant ‘Fuck’

The man who checked me, leaves. Abbas still holding my hands tight and the two remaining guys, still have a firm grip on my legs. “Well?” Abbas asks impatiently.

“It seems, brother… the little witch who has been locked up for her whole life lost her virginity at some point. I’m going to assume it was with our brother.” He turns to look at me, sly and conniving. “Isn’t that right Little Morgan Faye Artos.” My full name slithers from his lips and I cringe at the way it sounds.

I could lie, but he already saw through that. I say nothing, while still laying here naked and exposed in front of four wolves. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did right now. Whatever was going to happen – I couldn’t stop it.

“Have a taste of her before she is mated Abbas, but just once. And for moon’s sake, don’t come inside her. She will carry my pups only!” He commands his brother whose tight grip squeezes even tighter. “Teach the little witch how to be submissive before I mark and mate her tonight… so get her cleaned up afterward.”

Was I imagining it, or did he just offer me to his brother before he promised to mark and mate me? I was in serious trouble here. I mean I knew that before, but I think after the violation I just underwent, reality just slapped me in the face.

My legs are released, and I clamp them shut, fast and tight. I twist my body straining my arms and wrists against Abbas’ death hold to no avail. The two men leave without sparing the scene another glance. I focus back on Farid and watch his eyes glaze over, an obvious sign he is mind-linking with someone.

“I understand” I hear Abbas say and it dawns on me that the brothers were sharing a private conversation, no doubt about me. Farid gives me one last harrowing glance, throwing me an evil smirk that leaves my stomach coiling and knotted more than it already was, then he too leaves, closing the door to the cell. Leaving me alone and naked with Abbas.  

“Just you and me now little pretty, oh what fun we shall have,” Abbas tells me, his head next to mine and his tongue comes out licking my cheek again, this time slower – wet tongue flattening and tracing my face harshly and grotesquely.

“No!” I demand, pulling at the iron-clad grip he has me in.

He swings me around, his legs straddling mine and his hands rotating over my wrists, giving me the opportunity to pull with all my might and free one hand. My knee comes up between his legs and I hit my mark. Instantly he lets go to hold his aching crotch where I had just kicked him as hard as I could.

I reach for the keys on his belt determined to get out of there and far away from him. The adrenalin pumps through my veins as I fight to yank the keys from his belt. I should have known my kick would not keep him down long enough.

Just as I manage to unhook the keys, Abbas rights himself and stands tall. Growling as he says, “I will make you regret that you little bitch.” He grabs my arms and slams me against the wall. I grip the keys tightly in my hand and bring them up swiping at his face, the attempt connecting and cutting his cheekbone.

I tried to fight Abbas off, but he was too strong, he backhanded me swiftly. My head harshly bounces off the cell wall and I fall to the floor, pushing all my strength into my arms to catch me as I come barreling down. My hands hit the concrete floor, with a cracking sound and I intake sharply absorbing the radiating sting in my wrists. the keys sliding across the concrete and under the barred door.

A drop of blood falls from my now cut lip. The sound of its splash heightened as everything around me stills. My wrath bubbles to the surface and I am filled with a wave of powerful and hungry anger. A feeling foreign to me, but not unwelcomed.

Abbas moves in slow motion, obscure words roll off his tongue, but the sound is muffled and distant. In its place, a light ring sounds in my ears and is accompanied by foreign voices echoing "snitch, snitch, snitch. Kill the snitch"

I feel their whispers like cool breezes across my skin. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. My hands vibrate against the cold floor as I feel the essence of the echoes rise.

"Kill the snitch. Kill the snitch. Kill the snitch." They chant.

"Kill him," I say in a voice that's deeper and commanding, calling forth the whispering echoes. Commanding them to do my bidding. Though never done before, the action comes naturally and feels right. “Kill him,” I repeat. The thirst for Abbas’ blood to be spilled is immense.