Oliver

His eyes narrow as he blinks at me. Not to be dramatic but my heart skips an entire beat and starts to race. This should not turn me on. I should want to murder him. He kidnapped me. Instead of a frustrated growl my words come out like a small whimper.

“Take me back.” Boy did that sound pouty almost pathetic. The Dragon kidnapper just blinks at me for a long moment.

“No.” The strange dragon says simply turning toward the new presence in our midst. I could feel the other omega glare at me as resist the urge to bite into the Dragon’s chest to show how serious I am,

“You aren’t keeping him are you?” The other Alpha hisses with annoyence. I can feel my kidnapper tense.

“He has information we need.” He frowns almost as if giving the other a lecture. “I mean to get it.”

Those words chill me to the bone. Torture. That is what he has on his mind for me. I try to scramble off him but his fingers hold on to my shoulders like a vicegrip.

“You will not get a-” I start as I continue to wiggle in his arms until I yip from the pain in my shoulders. An electric current just slams into my shoulder. The feeling has me unmoving in seconds as I go limp in his arms.

“Sleep.” The Dragon mutters in my ear and I already am finding hard to stay concious as it is. In one last fit of anger I tilt my head and chomp my sharp teeth into the inside fold of his arm. I hear his snarl of pain echo in my head as I drift off.

The next moments are hazy as my droopy eyelids slowly open. My jaw aches as I try to get my barings. Head thumping and vision blurry. A blinding light directly in my vision causing my head to buzz even more than it was a second ago. Taking a moment to close my eyes, swallowing a dry throat. I try my best to gather myself.

“About time.” Says a voice near me. All my senses go off in alarm. The moment I try to move my arm I find it held back. Looking down silver chains wrapping and clinking against each other. The sound grating the pain in my head. My eyes flicker toward the person who spoke those words.

Seconds drift by as those amythist eyes burn look into my soul. The first thing I take note of is the lack of hood covering my head. It has been pushed down, my mask nowhere in sight. Shit. Shit. He can see me. No one is supposed to see my face beside the King. Shit shit shit. The new found fear has my arms trying to break through the chains holding me to the chair and the more I move the more the chains on my neck get tighter. I stop moving slowly coming to the realization that I’m slowly starting to choke myself.

“Are you done?” He asks leaning forward, elbows resting on his legs and his head being held up by his hands.

“No..” I whimper as I try to kick the dirt from the ground in his face. The ground barely even stirs.

“Nice try.” He humms as if watching me struggle is a fun little game. To him I must be some kind of mouse and he is the cat.

A major part of me wants to bite him again. Bandages cover his chest and his upper arm. He isn’t as fast of as healing as I am. A smug grin crosses my face and I can’t help it.

“Your name.” He demands with a glare.

Is it just me or did the air get chilly in here? A sinking feeling in my gut had me cringing and refusing to answer the real name I posses. The Alpha presense that he excudes inwardly makes the omega within me stir violently.

After blinking at him for a long moment, despite the Alpha aura he is projecting at me. I realize just who has taken me from the castle. Blythe Diamondis, 7th Dragon Prince of the Diamondis line. Then resisting the urge to spit out the actual details of my name, I bite hard on my lip until I taste blood.

“I’m being extremely patient.” Insists Blythe as he rises out of his chair. Walking toward me, he grabs the back of my long cherry red hair and tilts my head back so all I can do is stare him in the eye while the chains press into my neck nearly suffocating me. “I suggest you use words Omega. Otherwise what comes next might not be as pleasant.”

He’s going to torture me. There is nothing I can do. Helpless to stop it. Just for my name. I refuse to give him my name but I can give him my title. That’s not quite lying.

“Scarlet Rose.” replying I spit blood directly in his face. He recoils dropping my head and smearing the blood on his gloves trying to clear it from his face.

“There are ways to make you talk.” glowering he lowers his hands wiping the blood on his pants.

“Just kill me already.” There is no part of me that has any interest this alpha trying to get any information out of me. He could try and force his hand but he would not get a single word from me.

“Do you know who I am?” Blythe just exudes confidence like knowing who he is will make me spill my guts.

“There’s no f- ARGH!” The tugging on my hair from the chains cuts me off. A few strands of my long hair has been caught on the chain. Gritting my teeth as I try to cope with the pain. “No.” I try to sound firm but its one hundred percent came out as a whine. I have no desire to be one of those whiny little omegas. Yet... here I am whimpering because my hair is stuck in a fricking chain.