The One Who Owns Me
1343 Words
(Evra's POV)
I didn’t even remember how my body was taken off that stage.
Everything was a blur. The sound of applause slowly faded, replaced by the sharp whisper of cold air drifting through a narrow hallway that smelled of metal and dried blood.
The chains on my wrists were still there. Heavy. Cold. Like a reminder that I was no one anymore.
Two large men dragged me past an iron door. They were dressed in black, faces expressionless. I tried to fight back, but my legs and arms felt numb—the effect of the sedative still hadn’t worn off completely.
“Let me go! I—”
Before I could even finish, one of them pressed something against my neck.
A shock burst through me, lightning-fast. My body convulsed as I screamed, then collapsed onto my knees. Tears welled up before I could stop them.
“The order was clear. Don’t speak. Do you still not understand?”
His tone was flat as he forced me back to my feet, dragging me down the corridor again.
I fell silent, breathing hard, my chest aching. But the longer I stayed in that hallway, the more something strange started to stir deep inside me.
The air here… felt different.
Too thick. Too damp.
There was a faint scent—beyond the metallic tang of blood—something painfully familiar to my senses.
The smell of wet earth after rain… mixed with moss, and a trace of warmth pulsing faintly against my skin.
I knew that scent. My body knew it.
My heart started pounding wildly.
No. This can’t be.
But when we passed walls etched with a crescent moon and claw symbols, I knew I wasn’t wrong.
I had seen those marks before—in a world I had long abandoned.
A world that had rejected me.
The world of werewolves.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
Why did they bring me here?
What are they planning to do?
How could I possibly be back?
Damn it. I had spent years hiding, living as an ordinary human—and now they dragged me right back in.
I’d been exiled from this world long ago, and they knew I was wolfless.
No wolf. No power.
I wasn’t supposed to ever set foot here again.
Our steps stopped in front of a large door—different from the rest. Not metal, but dark wood carved with ancient symbols that glowed faintly under the crimson light.
When the door opened, a heavy scent hit me—thick and sharp, a mix of incense and fresh blood.
And there he was.
Magnus Rivenhall.
The man who had bought me was now sitting in a massive chair at the center of the room, his dark eyes empty of emotion.
He looked like a living shadow wearing human skin.
The chandelier light reflected in his eyes—black, with a faint red shimmer, like embers refusing to die.
“Put her down,” he said quietly.
The two men bowed slightly, then shoved me harshly to the floor before stepping out and locking the door behind them. The sound of the key turning was like a death knell in my ears.
I straightened myself, trying to keep from trembling.
Magnus remained seated, watching me. That stare alone was enough to make me shiver without a single touch.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
His voice was deep, calm, carrying power without the need to raise it.
I swallowed hard and shook my head. “N–no…”
He rose slowly. Tall. Broad. His presence filled the room, pressing against the air itself. Every step echoed—closer, heavier, suffocating.
‘Is he an Alpha?’ I wondered.
“Everything in this world has value, Evra,” he said, looking down at me. “Including you.”
“I’m not an object,” I snapped, voice cracking—but I stood my ground. Or at least tried to look like I did.
He gave a short, amused laugh—low, chilling, and enough to raise every hair on my skin.
“Not an object? But you were sold tonight. And I bought you. Ten billion dollars isn’t exactly a small price for someone who means nothing.”
My fists clenched as I fought back tears. “You think your money gives you the right to own someone’s life?”
He stopped right in front of me—close enough for me to catch his scent. Cold. Sharp. Dominant.
“You’re wrong,” he said softly. Then he lowered himself slightly, half-kneeling, his face just inches from mine. “I didn’t buy your life, Evra. I bought your blood.”
I froze. “My… blood?” My voice was barely a whisper.
Magnus smiled faintly. “You don’t even know who you are, do you?”
I shook my head, confused and terrified all at once.
He turned the silver chain around my wrists, studying its glint. “These aren’t just restraints. They’re to contain something far more dangerous inside you.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Sacred blood,” he said flatly. “You’re descended from a bloodline that was nearly wiped out. The Hidden Circle has been searching for you for a long time.”
I froze. The words felt foreign yet strangely familiar.
Sacred blood.
The phrase echoed in my mind.
“I’m just an ordinary person,” I insisted. “I don’t even have a wolf. I’ve lived my whole life wolfless—and they exiled me because of it! I was thrown out of my pack for being useless! I’m nothing special!”
Magnus’s gaze sharpened. He shook his head. “No. You are special, Evra. That’s exactly why they sold you. You’re different. Not a full wolf. Not fully human either.”
He lifted my chin with a finger—gentle, yet commanding. “You’re a hybrid. A bloodline that should no longer exist.”
That made no sense. I knew who I was—or at least, I thought I did.
I turned my face away, slapping his hand aside, anger and fear colliding inside me. “So what’s your plan then? Drain me? Lock me up until I die?”
He paused, his eyes unreadable. “No. I’ll protect you.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Protect me? You just bought me!”
“That’s exactly why.” He turned toward the tall window behind him, the one overlooking the dark forest outside. “Because after tonight, many will come for you. You have no idea how much blood will be spilled just for a single drop of yours.”
A chill raced down my spine.
Before I could reply, his gaze met mine again—softer now, but far more dangerous.
“Starting tonight, you’ll stay here. You won’t return to the human world. You’ll remain under my protection. And you won’t leave this place without my permission.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “So I’m still a prisoner, even though you know I’m useless.”
“If that’s what it takes to keep you alive—yes.”
He started walking away, then paused at the doorway.
“And one more thing, Evra.”
I straightened instinctively, waiting.
“Don’t ever try to run from me.” His eyes glowed a sharp crimson as he glanced back. “You won’t like what I’ll do if you try.”
The door shut with a heavy thud.
And just like that, I was alone again—in a room too large, too quiet, with silver chains that now felt like the shackles of fate itself.
I drew a shaky breath, chest tight.
And in that moment, for the first time ever, I felt both alive and dead at once.
Darkness swallowed me whole that night.
But deep inside my chest, something began to stir—faint, trembling, but real.
Something not human.
Something that had been asleep for far too long.
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