"You dare touch me?"
Cleopatra’s POV
I jerked up when I felt something cold being poured on me. I peered my eyes open and surveyed the surroundings, I was in a shabby looking makeshift room.
My eyes landed on the cold gray eyes I saw before passing out. He was holding a bucket, chewing loudly like he owned the world.
Humans. Or should I say the lowest of humans?
I was kidnapped by a mere human? A thief at that? What other insult could be more than this.
“Hey hey pretty little lady,” one called and whistled.
Little? Me? I bursted out laughing. They all stopped what they were doing and stared at me like I’ve just lost my mind.
Of course I have! I was kidnapped by freaking weasley human thieves!
My laughter turned into a roar, a powerful growl that echoed in the small, dingy room. The men exchanged nervous glances, their hands instinctively reaching for their pockets.
I’m not a helpless damsel in distress. I am a predator and they dared to corner me? Kidnap me? My eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail.
With one movement, I got out of the stupid rope they used in tying me up on a chair. “You guys couldn't find a chain? Was I that pathetic that you would use this?” I muttered as I stood up, my voice vibrating with a mix of anger and adrenaline.
I am Cleopatra, and I don’t turn down a challenge. This one right here, is an insult and I need to teach these human boys a lesson.
“You dare laugh in this situation?” One of the boys snarled, his face contorted in anger and fear.
I smirked, my eyes gleaming with a predator’s hunger. “You dare touch me?”
“Look around, even if you managed to get out of the stupid rope, can you get out of this room? You’re surrounded bitch!” he snarled.
I chuckled. “I’m surrounded? Think again asshole.”
His eyes widened in surprise, but quickly replaced by a sneer. He took a step forward, his hand reaching for his belt.
A belt? For me? For fuck sake I’m a freaking assassin!
I lunged, my movements swift and effortless. It was like teaching a young pup how to defend himself.
With a swift kick, I connected with his knee, sending him to the ground with a howl of pain. The other boys reacted, their eyes filled with shock and fear. There were about six of them.
I didn’t give them time to recover, I picked up the other man’s belt and moved in on them like a skilled fighter, which I am. I don’t need to do much. I only whipped them and it was this bad? What if I decide to fight them?
The room erupted into chaos. The boys were now on the defensive, their initial bravado replaced by fear. I danced around them, my movements fluid and playful as I whipped anyone I passed. With each whip, a cry of pain echoed through the room.
As the last boy fell to the ground, I stood above them and stretched my body. I looked around at the little damage I made.
I kicked their leader in the butt playfully, “Get up, stop pretending that I hit you that badly.”
He groaned in pain and clutched his butt, “You…did. Where did you learn to fight like that?” He managed to say between gritted teeth.
“Well… I guess you will never find out,” I replied with a smirk. “Now get up, I need to leave.”
They all groaned in unison as they tried to get up, clutching the parts of their body that hurt. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” I asked.
I couldn’t help but feel bad in a way for them. I mean they hurt my pride by kidnapping me but maybe, they were just trying to survive?
“If we had money, do you think we would have kidnapped you?” One voice out and moved back in fear when I turned to stare at him.
“Oh I see. Well, y’all should know better now. Don’t rob anyone and get something to do.” I paused and looked at their leader, “What was your plan after kidnapping me? I could have killed you guys, do you know that?” I replied with concern etched in my voice.
“We planned to hold you captive until someone pays up for your freedom,” their leader replied and then looked over at me, “I’m sorry…no…we are sorry. We're just trying to survive.”
I sighed and looked them over. They look like they are around my age. 23, 24 and maybe 25? I could clearly see the bags under their eyes and an expression that made it seem like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders.
Why am I suddenly soft? It won’t take me anything to cut them down for hurting my pride but I couldn’t.
A thought finally struck me and I smiled.
“Can you work in a hotel?” I asked and their faces lit up.
****
I was still sleeping when the knob to the room I was given rattled. I got up, alerted and ready to attack.
The door creaked open and a tall, imposing figure filled the doorway.
Alpha Williams.
All of a sudden, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and I quickly pulled the blanket over me and lay back down.
Why did I just do that? He has seen me naked so many times.
A thought crossed my mind. What if I walk up to him naked and drag him to bed? My nipples hardened just thinking about that and I shook my head as if to wave the thoughts away.
I mean, that’s my mission. To seduce him, so I would still be fulfilling my mission right?
“Cleopatra,” his deep voice rumbled, and I could feel the vibration through the floor. “It’s time to get up. You have some explaining to do.”
I groaned internally, cursing myself for thinking about fucking him when there are several other things to do today. I wrapped the blanket carefully around my body and sat up, rubbing my eyes sleepily.
“Good morning,” I muttered, trying to sound as casual as possible.
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Can you explain what I saw at the reception? I was told you were in a better position to know what’s going on. How can I have an interview with three human boys and I’m just finding out about it this morning?” he demanded lightly.
“Just three? Where are the rest?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“You’re asking me?” he replied with sarcasm dripping in his tone and made his way further into the room, leaning slightly towards me, “I reckon they said my wife scheduled an interview with them.”
I looked everywhere else but at him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I didn’t know what I was thinking last night saying something like that. “I guess I was drunk?”
“That’s all you’ve got? You were drunk?How come we are married and I never knew about it?”
As he was about to say something else, my phone rang and I hurriedly picked it up, trying to distract myself from being too aware of his closeness.
It was the hospital.
“Miss Cleopatra?” the nurse said, her voice unsteady.
“Hey, I’m on my way to the hospital already,” I replied, and got out of the bed. But her next words caused a shiver to run down my spine and I stood, frozen in my tracks.
“We’re sorry…,” she whispered.
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