Chase Me Alpha (Daria and Caleb) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Daria’s POV

Jamal aka Veritas. He was the one that Demi had spoken of before her execution. Looking into his eyes, I shivered, seeing the way his eyes were fixed on me… it made my skin crawl.

“So you have heard of me.” Jamal chuckled, his voice echoing through the dungeon. “I have longed to meet you, Daria. Your reputation precedes you.”

Eric growled. “Stay away from her.”

“Or… what?” Jamal tilted his head, barely glancing at Eric. “You’ll kill me? Tell me, do you think you can do that with those chains around you? Or do you need more… prudent reminders of your place?”

I had the feeling he was taunting us, but something else struck me. He wanted something.

“Stop,” I said, pulling all the attention back to me. Whatever happened, I had to take control of everything. “Where’s my father? I want to see him.”

Jamal raised a brow, his lips stretching wide into a grim that made him appear even more menacing. I held back every thought and waited, seeing him gesture to the guards that flanked him.

“Release her. She will be joining us,” Jamal said with glee.

“No-Eric’s eyes were narrowed on the rogue leader.

“It’s fine, Eric. I coaxed my cousin softly with a wan smile. I glanced at Sabrina; she was pale with fright but still nodded at me in understanding.

The guards gripped my forearms and pushed me to walk. I nearly stumbled at first, instantly following behind Jamal. We exited the dungeon, walking through a long narrow corridor that I remembered starkly.

I had been in the dungeons before. More than once, whenever I would inevitably disappoint my father again and he would lose his temper worse than usual. There was a special cell kept for me, the Alpha’s daughter, that I got used to at some poinţ But all that stopped once I reached my age of majority, and then I became a suitable pawn to be used, a potential trophy wife.

The corridor ended at a sharp corner and I turned on autopilot. Jamal’s back was straight and he was silent, almost-like he was anticipating something. My brows furrowed, and I looked around me as I walked through an open passageway with arches that led down the gardens and training halls.

I saw guards standing in all black, the uniform of the Red Vale Park emblazoned on their chests. They all bowed in succession as Jamal walked past, a silent show of allegiance.

My heart began to race a little. Something was very wrong.

At last, we stopped at the large metal doors of the dining hall.

The guards standing there bowed to Jamal, and then opened the doors. He walked in like he owned the place, and frankly, it scared me more than I’d liked to admit.

I saw the table laden with foods and fruit trays, with a place setting for two.

“Leave us,” Jamal ordered and I looked around, noticing a distinct scent that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“Where’s my father?” I asked, staring at Jamal who so boldly took his place at the head of the table. My eyes widened; it was insolence for anyone but the Alpha of the pack to do such a thing.

“Sit, and eat. Although I’m sure those chains will hinder you a bit Jamal hummed with a small laugh. “Unfortunately I don’t trust you to behave.”

Behave.

He said it like I was a child in need of discipline.

“I want to see my father,” I demanded, my voice stronger than before. “Where is Alpha Kingston?”

His eyes flashed with something that made me take a step back.

“I shall remind you, Daria, that you aren’t the one in control here. You and your friends’ lives are in my hands. And once I tire of this farce, I will claim it. Do not make that day today.”

It was a clear threat.

In a flurry he picked the sack and tossed it towards me. It bounced on the floor, rolling to a stop at my feet. I trembled; the scent was stronger now. It had come from this bag. The stench of dreary. Slowly I bent down to pick the sack, only for the half-open side to widen and a pale, bloodless head to show itself.

Oh!

My stomach clenched and I yelled, dropping the sack and shuffling backwards. My right hip dug into the edge of the table, and I resisted the rumbling of my stomach, a vice-like grip rose to my throat, urging me to retch.

I panted, glaring at Jamal.

“You monster,” I seethed. I never had love for my father. But surely, even he didn’t deserve this fate.

In the face of my words, Jamal threw his head back and laughed it echoed in the dining hall, reverberating with every breath.

“Monster?” He grinned, taking slow steps towards me. I inhaled sharply, tensing, curling my hands up into fists. “Your father got what he deserved. Don’t pretend that you care. You would have done the same.”

He aimed a kick at the head and it rolled to the side. I winced, looking away. Everything was simply so… WRONG.

I felt a hand grasp my chin and pull me back roughly. Jamal gazed down into my eyes, his lips still curled up into that faint smirk.

“You say that but you hoped to have killed him yourself for what he did to you,” It wasn’t a question, but a statement designed to cut to the bone.

Then he leaned in. I tried to turn away but his grip only tightened, to the point his nails dug into my chin. I whimpered, pressing my lips together to avoid him as much as I could.

“I already have a mate,” His thumb stroked my cheek as he spoke with wistfulness and unbridled lust. “It’s a shame. But as the new Alpha, it’s only fitting that I take the daughter of my former benefactor as a concubine. Don’t you think?

At last, I had enough. I used the last of my strength to shove him away, stumbling as his nails cut my cheek. I felt a sharp pain on my chin and pressed my finger to feel it. I drew my hand back and saw my finger stained red from the cut.

“Fucking… bitch,” Jamal drew himself up, towering over me. He was FURIOUS.