Chapter 6-The Threats

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Chapter 6-The Threats

Sydney Carrington's POV

I jerked up awake in bed and breathed heavily. My emotions were a mess. All I could feel now was pure consuming anger and murderous rage.

I pressed a hand to my chest to slow my heart rate down. Somehow when I was sleeping, I guess the block I had placed so that I couldn't read Kingston's emotions had fell and now I could feel him.

Intense rage was what I was getting and I quickly enforced the block once again. Feeling him made me feel dirty. I got out of bed and looked out of the windows, it should be about early morning by now back in my pack and I wondered how Sarah and Sean were.

I knew Sean would want to come all the way here to get me away from Kingston but I knew Sarah would stop him. It was dangerous for them and I didn't want Kingston to have that much of a leverage over me.

What I also missed was my painting sets. I loved painting. It was something like a diary to me. Painting helped me to get over my troubles by releasing all the emotion I had onto the canvas.

Suddenly, loud voices could be heard, shouting and yelling started. I found myself itching to investigate but I knew I shouldn't. Curiosity was a bug I could never get rid of even as a child. Smashing of glass sounded and I got worried that maybe Cara could be in danger. I got out of the bed and headed out of the room to where voices were raised and yelling shouting and yelling started.

Walking down the stairs cautiously because I haven't been around the house before, I peeped around the corner to see Kingston and another male with their voices raised in a language I didn't recognise. I squinted through the darkness to see who the other man was but failed.

I guess I was too busy trying to figure out who that other man was that I didn't realise that the shouting had stopped. "What are you doing here?"

Kingston's cold voice spoke out and I froze. I hadn't realised I had been found out in the dark corner near the stairs. "I heard yelling and I thought Cara needed help." I answered blankly and Kingston stared at me, "Whatever it is, it is none of your business. Go back and rest. You have a long day tomorrow."

I glanced back to where the other man was but he was gone. Maybe most probably when he realised I was standing there observing the exchange. I eyed Kingston carefully, as if he would strike at me any moment but he just stood there.

I turned to leave, to go back to the safety of my room when Kingston suddenly spoke out. "Wait." I stopped and turned around and Kingston had a black box in his hand.

"This is for you to wear. It shows that you're my chosen and he Luna of this pack." He stated and passed the box to me and I opened it to see a jewelled crescent pin. Immediately, I shut the box and passed it back to him.

"I'm sorry. I won't accept it." I stated bravely. I was not a part of this pack. Never in my life would I willingly accept this.

"You are to wear this. It symbolises that you are the Luna of this pack and my mate." Kingston stated forcefully and pressed the box into my hand.

I stared up at him and shook my head vehemently. "I am only your mate not because I'm willing but because the lives of my family and Will is at stake. And my allegiance will always be to my old pack. I will never, ever accept this pack as mine!" I snapped and shoved the box back to him.

Immediately, Kingston let out a menacing growl and slammed my back against the handrails of the stairs.

I held in my gasps and pain shot through my back from the jagged details of the stairway. "I warned you to never speak of your old life anymore. Your life is now with me. And this pack!" He thundered out furiously and I simply gazed back at him insolently.

"I'll never give in to you." I said defiantly and Kingston glared into my blue eyes angrily, "I wouldn't mind killing your pathetic ass of a beta. I never liked him."

"You do that and I'll kill you myself! Even though I'll die from it, I'll be happy enough to take you down with me!" I shrieked and struggled against his hold on my shoulders that was pushing me against the railings of the stairs.

A dark sinister and cynical smile crossed his lips and the moonlight from the windows seem to make his silver eyes glow. "Try it, but I'll make sure you wouldn't die and you'll have the front row seat to see the death of your family members."

Rage filled up my veins along with helplessness. And without thinking, I raised my hand to slap his cheek. And the loud sound from that action echoed around the house. A loud roar of rage resounded and before I knew it, Kingston once again, slammed me against the wall and my head hit the sharp part of the fancy design of the railing.

Pain shot through my skull and I collapsed onto the ground from shock. I gingerly pressed my fingers against the back of my skull and felt a sticky substance on it. Immediately I knew it was blood. The metallic smell of it wafted into my nose and I stared up at him stunned and shocked beyond comprehension.

Tears of frustration and helplessness along with anger rolled down my cheeks, "You really are a heartless, cruel monster who deserves to rot in the deepest darkest parts of hell!"

I spat with as much hatred and anger conveyed in my tone and shakily stood up. With that, I fled back to my room and slammed the door shut before sinking back to the ground with my back against the door as countless tears rolled down my cheeks.

Alpha Brendon Kingston will always be a heartless cruel monster who doesn't care for anyone but himself.

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I opened my eyes and my head pounded. Slowly sitting up, I realised I was in bed. Frowning, because I was pretty sure I had fallen asleep on the ground and didn't remember getting back into the bed.

Sitting up slowly, I gingerly touched the back of my head and winced as I could feel some of the dry matted blood on my hair. Looking into the mirror, I observed my dark circles and puffy eyes. Along with the bruise on my neck, I knew I would have new ones on my back.

I exhaled slowly and went to shower. It was about two in the afternoon and I knew that Cara would be here soon to help me get ready for the welcome party. The ironic thing was I felt anything but welcomed.

Once I was done, I dried my hair carefully, aware of my wound that was most probably healed now but it was still sore. I quickly dressed into a pair of jeans and a top and quickly applied some thick concealer onto my neck.

I didn't want anyone seeing the bruises on my neck because I didn't want anyone pitying me. Pity was something that I hated since I was growing up. That little orphan girl who had no parents because they had died.

Also, I didn't want Cara seeing any of my injuries. She had so much respect for her brother and he was the only family she had. I didn't want to taint her impression of him. Kingston clearly was everything to Cara and I would never do anything to destroy that image she had of him. Even though I thought he was the devil himself.

The door opened and I looked up to see Cara and another woman enter the room with a rack of dresses and some accessories.

"Hello! I wanted to see you earlier but Brendon said that you were still sleeping." She beamed at me and I gave her a weak smile. "Yes I was." I answered and eyed the many dresses on the rack.

Already, I was dreading this 'welcome party'. "The party starts at six and we do not have enough time! It's a themed party and the theme is the 1920's. So you can dress as a flapper from those days!" Cara beamed excitedly at me and I gave another weak smile.

"That sounds fun." I answered truthfully. It did sounded fun but in the situation I was in, it was anything but fun. "This is Tracy. She's the pack's costume designer and she owns some boutiques in town." Cara introduced and I gave a sincere smile to the woman who bowed slightly at me, "It's an honour to meet you Luna."

Inwardly, I flinched at that title and I gave another weak smile to her. "Alright! Let's start! Tracy, could you help grab a headpiece from my room? I left it there accidentally."

Tracy nodded and left and immediately Cara pulled me into a hug. "I thought you'll need this."

I almost broke down into tears but I remained strong. "Why?" I questioned and Cara looked at me sadly, "I heard the argument last night. Don't worry. We're in Brendon's house. Not the pack house. No one else heard. I'm sorry Sydney."

I glanced away, unable to see the pity in her eyes. But remembering my earlier determination to make sure that Cara wouldn't see Kingston in another light, I forced a smile on to my face. "It's alright. We just had a slight disagreement." I reassured.

Cara opened her mouth to argue but thankfully, Tracy stepped into the room and Cara closed her mouth. "So, what dresses do you have?" I questioned and changed the subject. Cara looked like she wanted to say something but eventually dropped the topic.

Hours later, I gazed into the mirror and looked at the gorgeous woman in the reflection. The woman in the mirror didn't look like she had been crying or have felt any sorrow in her life. She didn't look like she had been hurt or faced anything harsh in life.

The flapper dress I was wearing was white and had intricate beading on the bodice and the ends of the dress. It was a beautiful piece. Matching white satin gloves and gold heels completed the look along with my blonde hair styled into golden ringlets.

"You look great!" Cara beamed at me and I nodded, "You and Tracy did an amazing job. Thank you." I smiled gratefully at them and they gave me matching grins.

The door opened and all three of us looked at the intruder to see Kingston enter. Tracy gave a short bow and left with the rack of the remaining dresses. Cara scrutinised me and then her brother and opened her mouth but closed it when Kingston bared his teeth at her.

Shooting me an apologetic glance, Cara left and I was alone with Kingston. Fear danced in my veins but I remained strong. He couldn't do anything worse to me now. He had taken my pride and choices away. Along with my family and friends.

"Please wear this." He instructed and placed the pin in my hand. I opened my mouth to argue but before I could say a thing, he continued, "You can take it off after the party."

I stared at him and nodded slightly. Kingston opened the box and too out the beautiful pin and gently pinned it to my dress. And the entire time he did so, I wondered if he would stick the sharp edge of it into my throat to finally get rid of me.

While doing so, I studied him discreetly and he was dressed in a suit with a mobster hat on his head from the prohibition era. He looked handsome, there wasn't a doubt about that. But I wasn't attracted to him because of the terrible things he had done to me.

His hands on my skin made me tense and stiffened, I was unable to let my guard down with him being so close to him. Once he was done, he offered his arm for me and wordlessly, he led me to the top of the stairway.

He paused and he seemed like he wanted to say something but decided against it and we walked down to the crowd of people waiting for us downstairs.

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A/N: Hello! Sorry for the late update! I hope you'll like this chapter and vote and comment! Tests are piling up and I think i can update at least once a week. Sigh. I hope that you guys will understand and bear with me. Thanks for reading! :)