The Barter Novel Sierra and Xavier

Xavier’s POV

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Monsters are not born.

They are made.

And I was made one with the grace of one man,David Winters.

My so called father in law.

Leaning my back against a tree with a cigarette pressed between my lips, I enjoy the show of his daughters humiliation.

Sierra Winters.

My doll.

To break, reconstruct, fuck and discard.

Taking a long whiff, I lean my head back to find my pack people.

degrading her with the worst words a person can use for a woman.

Slut, whore, murdered.

Her beautiful innocent looking brown eyes had tears in them and she holds in her gag when a bucket of garbage and slime is disposed off on her head.

Those pretty lips open to gasp, searching for air but all they got was stink and shit.

Poor soul.

What an ill fate.

She must be cursing the day she was born to that bastard man.

.

An hour passed, people were bored of her lack of response and submissiveness.

And soon they started leaving.

My view gets more clear and I took her in properly.

Her petitite twig like arms were tied behind the wooden pole.

Her body was literally hanging, with the ropes support.

That defying proud head from an hour ago was dropping forward as another vomit gags up her throat and spills on her own clothes.

She looked worse than shit.

But isn’t that what she was? I was merely giving her a reality check.

David and his entire family will cry tears of blood.

And I just started with his dearest brown–eyed daughter of his.

I will rip that innocence out of her soul and fill her with so much darkness that she chokes in every breath of her life.

Those shining doe–like eyes will lose all their light, to be lifeless.

Just like my dead mate.

And then that bastard David’s soul will shudder on seeing her again.

He will feel what I felt on seeing my mates dead lifeless

eyes.

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Walking towards her lifeless figure.

I order Ron to open her ropes.

As soon as she is unrestrained.

Her shuddering body drops to shatter on my feet.

A strange feeling roots inside me as I look down on her.

My hands flinched to help her and grab her to my arms.

But then I remember my mates dead eyes and pity was the first thing that left me.

No.

Don’t be fooled by her innocent eyes.

She has that bastards blood in her veins!

A toy.

That’s all she is.

She doesn’t deserve to be treated like a human!

I thought struggle has left her, but I was mistaken.

Grabbing my collar, she stares into my eyes to ask her crime.

If only she had asked this to her father.

If only she had shown this little bravery to her dad.

“Dispose her off into her room.

”

I order Ron and left her to her pathetic state.

I believed in Karma.

The old me would go to any extent to save an innocent.

But her father murdered that old Xavier.

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thing left now is this soulless man who had just one life purpose left.

Revenge.

And I can go to any extent to achieve it.

Anything.

I walk into the castle to pin drop silence.

Dragging the head chair, I slumped my body on it.

“Martha.

Food.

”

I groaned.

Rubbing my temple.

A headache was flaring already.

How many hours since I last slept? More than 62 perhaps.

Soft footsteps echo and I see the maids rushing in.

Within seconds the entire table was filled with delicacies.

Straightening up I was going to serve myself when I felt a pair of eyes on me.

My eyes snap up.

And there she stood.

My Doll.

Of course.

Who else would dare to meet my eyes except her? Standing among the line of maids, she stood out.

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I must say she cleaned up well.

There was no denying the fact that she had a beautiful face.

I bet with her princess title and that angelic face, suitors must have begged for her attention.

How much lovers did she had before me? How many men did she fuck?

The questions made a strange feeling churn in the pit of my stomach.

Did she moan other men’s name? What all had she tried?

Snap! Before I even realised, the fork held in my fingers bent to break.

Taking a deep breath and dropping my hands on my lap.

I lean back to look into her brown eyes.

“You.

Come here.

”

Her fists clench.

Eyes lower and feet shuffle.

I guess the first punishment in the public hall did had a lasting effect.

Closing her eyes, she lets out a deep sigh when one of the maids standing beside her, nudge her.

“Go! Hurry up!”

She finally takes a step, after forever.

And thump.

She stumbles forward to fall on her face.

Right at my feet.

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My eyes move up to catch a giggle from the maid who nudged.

her earlier.

And it didn’t took a genius to know that she had stuck her foot out.

She was tripped, deliberately.

The maid shuts up as soon as I look at her and a deadly silence follows.

“I have told you.

She is mine to ruin, touch and fuck.

”

“I’m sorry, Alpha.

” The maid kneeled down immediately with her head down.

I turned my gaze to my doll.

Blood seeping from her knee to taint the marble floor, her breathing was rugged but she did nothing to acknowledge the pain.

“Serve.

”

I groan starting at her lowered eyes and she gets to work.

Her hands trembled, her teeth assault her lips and beads of sweat dripped down her neck.

What a drastic change.

She turned submissive within 48 hours.

I was expecting more fight from her.

What a let down.

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Once she is done.

She turns around to leave but I was not anywhere done.

“Have you eaten something?”

I knew she hadn’t.

Martha has been given strict orders to make sure no drop of water let alone morsel of food enters her lips.

Moistening those chapped lips.

She whispers a low.

“No.

”

“Would you like some?”

I quirk.

Raising my brow.

Picking up glass, I fill it with cranberry juice and offer it to her.

Her eyes shift between the glass and me in uncertainty.

She had her doubts.

I could see.

“Come on.

I don’t have whole day.

”

Opening and closing those thin lips, she forwards her trembling hands to hold it.

As soon as her fingers brush against mine.

I take back the glass to splash it on her face and chest.

She gasps.

Lifting her hands to hide her face.

But it was too late.

She was drenched in juice.

Her hair, face and top was all red.

And I couldn’t deny how perfect she looked.

She was Red.

In my dead mate’s blood.

The only difference was that this is juice.

Not blood.

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I hear the maids chuckling behind and I do nothing to step them.

Cracking my neck to a side, I ask bored.

“Will you like some more?”

I look up for a split second.

Tossing a cherry into my mouth.

When I see her eyes rooting into mine.

Those innocent eyes were red in tears and rage.

Her fists clenched.

And next what happened, caught me off guard.

I thought I had flickered off her spark.

If only I knew, it had already set fire to an explosion.

In a matter of just 2 seconds, she grabbed a knife and leapt on me.

Catching me off guard.