"Stealer?" Alpha Damien said in a low voice.
"Yes, she is." Bella felt her heart sink as her stepmother replied. Oh god, why? Now, she better expect the worst.
Her heart skipped a beat when Alpha Damien turned to look at her menacingly with a giant scowl on his face, his green eyes turning red immediately, and in the flick of an eye, his hands rose as fast as lightning, to her neck, strangling her immediately.
Bella gasped, using both hands to hold his strong arm as he lifted her off the ground. "How dare you, you filthy stealer!" He growled, his fangs extending from his nail, piercing into her neck.
Bella gasped holding tightly to his hands as all air cut out of her lungs. She felt hot tears at the back of her eyes when his fangs plunged into her neck. "Please." She managed to speak as tears clouded her eyes, her body filled with terror. Terror at the thought that he might just kill her.
Unexpectedly, he threw her straight to the wall with full force, her body hitting hard against the stairs at a weird angle before she landed on the ground, her head smashing hard against the concrete floor.
Bella could barely let out a groan as she lay on the floor. There was excruciating pain all over her body. She could swear she heard a few sounds of her bones breaking. She let out a whimper as she saw him walking down the stairs slowly, like a predator.
She tried moving away but she could barely lift a finger as pains saturated her body. "Please." She whimpered as he stood close to her.
The entire crowd was watching in silence, no one was saying anything. Not like they would, they all hated her. They must feel happy now, seeing it's her end.
Hot tears ran down her eyes to the side of her face as she raised her hands slowly to her stomach, ignoring the unbearable pain running through her. "Please." She whimpered again and took her eyes around, looking through the crowd to find where her only hope lies. But he stood there staring down at her with an ounce of emotion on his face. He was going to watch, just like everyone else, as the unexpected happened to her. "Please." She whispered, knowing he was hearing her, but he refused to answer or even attempt to help her. To help her as a father should.
She yelped as she felt a strong hand hold her shirt, lifting her off the ground. She swallowed a heavy lump down her throat as she came face to face with an angry face with bright red eyes, sending death glares at her. She wiggled her legs as she tried to feel the ground beneath her. He must so be huge to lift her this way.
"Please." She pleaded, hoping he would listen and leave her. It was a tiny hope though. She knows he spares nobody.
When he dropped her to the ground, she heaved out a heavy breath, leaning on the ground with her right arm. She was sure her left arm was now fractured.
"You have a dungeon here?" Her heart sank into her stomach when she heard him ask.
"Yeah." Alpha Hezekiah replied, already knowing what he was going to say.
"Lock her up." He ordered in a deep cold voice and stared down at her before walking away, out of the pack house.
No, no, no, no, no, no… Bella shook her head as she sighted two guards walking toward her. No, she hates the dungeon. The dark creepy dirty dungeon. She's been there just once and she never imagined she'd ever go there.
"No, no please." She begged as she felt two strong hands wrapped around her arms, lifting her off the ground like she was some piece of paper. "No, please. Don't do this." She was being dragged by two guards and she has no single power to even try fighting them off. "Dad! Dad!" She cried, turning to stare at him with pleading eyes. He wasn't even looking at her. "Dad please!!" He wouldn't even budge. He doesn't care about her. Not even one bit. And the witch stood at the side of the podium with a sly smile on her face, obviously feeling accomplished.
Now she knows not what to expect. Well, she hopes he doesn't kill her.
Bella woke up groaning as she felt severe pains in her arms and waist. She let out a small cry as she tried to sit up on the ground, resting her back on the wall.
The events of yesterday came flashing in her head, making her let out a deep sigh.
After she was brought and locked in the dungeon, they continued the ceremony without her. No one cared. No one cared she was in the dungeon. No one cares she was probably going to be killed. Not even her family.
She was of no importance to the pack. Hell! She was even a taboo that should have been killed a long time ago. Her father never fails to sing that to her ears every time.
He never fails to sing all her misfortunes to her ears.
She took in a deep heavy breath, trying to stop the tears that were slowly forming in her eyes. Her eyes were hurting badly and must be red from crying too much last night. She was crying from both fear and the umpteenth betrayal of her father. Well, her father not trying to help her yesterday was a betrayal to her.
He wouldn't even come see her. Even when the ceremony was over, he did not bother to come check up on her.
Now, it's funny and kinda stupid how she wished he'd come see her today. She needed someone to walk in and comfort her, tell her everything would be fine. Even though it was a lie, she needed someone to say it.
She looked up quickly when she heard movements coming closer to the dungeon. There was a tiny glint of hope in her eyes when she sighted her father, standing at the gate with some guards beside her. A small frown crept up her face when she sighted her stepmother behind him.
Her curiosity peaked when the guard began unlocking the gates, pushing them open.
Without waiting for any instruction, she slowly stood to her feet, swallowing a groan that threatened to tear out of her lips as she felt excruciating pain around her.
Without any words said among them, she was led out of the dungeon, her father walking behind her in silence.
She was taken to a room where she had her bath in a tub with the help or maybe she should say the service of some maids who did well in pulling her hair at every instance. They demonstrated their hatred for her by pulling her hair hard while washing it.
After that, they dried her hair and dressed her up in a white floral gown. Though she was quite uncomfortable having someone bathe and dress her up and these maids weren't smiling at all. When they were done, she was greeted by a doctor who helped with some injuries she had last night, especially with the broken arm. Most times she gets jealous when she sees other wolves heal very fast after sustaining injuries, but her case was different. Being a stealer was really tiring, she has no powers, and she can't heal very fast like other wolves. Even her wolf was an enemy to her, and she has learned really hard from the people around her to never let her wolf out, or else something very unexpected will happen and she'll finally have to be executed.
Till date, she does not understand what they meant. But for the past five years, her life has been guided by rules. Rules which she must obey if she wants to keep living.
The doctor left and she was alone to finally drown in her miserable thoughts, in the luxurious medium-sized bedroom which was very confusing. Why were they doing this?
What the hell is going on? Is this going to be her last bath?
Her absurd thoughts were cut off when the door went open and her father stepped in. He was the very person she wanted to see. Though he never liked her, at least they share the same blood. He was the only one she'd wish to see.
"What is going on?" She asked the one question that was on her mind.
He walked closer to her, pulling a chair beside the bed to sit on it. "We reached agreement with Alpha Damien."
"We? Who? Who's we?" She asked, knitting her brows in confusion.
"Alpha Hezekiah and I." Bella felt her heart skip a beat when he replied. There was definitely nothing good she would gain here. She knew it immediately. Whatever agreement they came up with, would be bad luck for her.
"What?.. what agreement?" She managed to ask, trying to swallow the lump already forming in her throat.
"He paid a nice price for a commodity that isn't worth it." Her heart sank when he said those few words, staring at her disdainfully. "We're giving you off to him."
"We're giving you off to him." For about a minute Bella felt the world around her stop. Her head went blank, like she couldn't understand a word he said. "What do you mean?" She asked in a low voice, as she felt her heart clench in betrayal. Her world seemed to come crashing down around her."We're giving you off to him." He replied, his face still emotionless. Shrugging his shoulders like he just said the most common word ever."You're selling me off?!" Bella nearly screamed, throwing her hands in the air in disbelief. She ignored the pain coming from her broken arm, as it was nothing compared to the pain she feels in her heart."Yes." He replied simply, clearly not bothered. He sold her out, he wouldn't be.Tears clouded her eyes at his reply. How much does he hate her? To the point of selling her off. She tried to fight the tears, not willing to appear weak before him. But this was way beyond her. They never loved her, now they were selling her off like she's some commodity. "Wha
Waking up when the van hit a bump, Bella eyes fluttered open, she blinked repeatedly trying to clear the bluriness in her eyes. She sat up on the floor, listening to the voices chattering at the front side of the van. Mustering all the strength she could, she stood up slowly, ignoring the pains and burns she feels in her body and leaned against the side of the van slowly moving to the door. She stood on her toes, peeping through the small window to see they were trying through a lonely pathway she was sure let to the pack. Bella slumped to her feet, signing defeatedly. She was here already, bloodbath pack in Russia. The most dangerous place ever. She has heard a lot about it and never imagined herself here. Just the Pack's name was enough to send shivers down her spine. But she wasn't going to be a weakling. Even though she'd be considered and treated as a slave, she would try not to give up. She might be scared and terrified to her bones, the reminder that this man is not just an a
*A few days Later* Bella's POV Standing in the middle of the room, I allowed myself to drown into my thoughts. How much I wanted to disappear into the air and hide from these pairs of lustful eyes, staring intently at me. I clasped my fingers together, occasionally separating them to pull the gown down. It was of no use though. The gown stopped before my mid thighs and had a v-neck plunge line, exposing too much cleavage to the eyes of everyone in the room. I was frequently shifting from one foot to another, feeling really uncomfortable at the eyes boring into my skin. Trying to distract myself I ran my fingers on my hand just above my wrist. The scratch mark was slowly starting to heal up. I bit back a wince when my fingers glazed over the small deep wound. I remember the incident well, how can I forget? The next day after I arrived at the pack, the fake scent had already washed off. The guard must've forgotten about the stealer curse and barged into the room, probably to pass so
I remember every one of their warnings, I knew whatever would happen I would never expect it. But I think I prefer that to subjecting to them. I prefer whatever damage might happen that being locked in that dark creepy room for the rest of my life.A sharp pain tore in my head and it felt like I was thrown into a depth of me, where I had no control over myself. I felt trapped. I could see nothing but darkness. I could hear nothing. Just distant petrified screams and growls.I was expecting a stop, I wanted to be in control of my body and run far away from them, but when I realised I couldn't take control of my body, I knew I had made a mistake of letting her out in the first place.I tried screaming, but it felt like I had no mouth nor throat. She was in full control of every part of my body. The fact I had no idea of what she was doing bothered me the most. They said a lot about her, the stealer wolf. She was as bad as no one can ever expect. She's evil and cruel. She always thirsts
I woke up in a cell this time around, quite worse than my previous room. I laid on the ground for some minutes, not finding any strength to get up. It was dead quiet, like this was a different side of the building. I later discovered it was a basement, seeing a stairway leading up into the building.There was a small malfunctioning bulb in the cell, which kept blinking repeatedly, obviously bad. It was really cold down here.I slowly sat up against the wall, groaning loudly as sharp pains tore around my body. I looked down at my elbow which I remembered was completely damaged. A bile rose in my throat as I stared at it. Oh dear god, is this ever going to heal? I know if I don't get to see a doctor or it might get really infected. I knew if I were a real wolf I wouldn't bother about it. Hell! It would've healed by now.I can swear I've never been this way, ever in my life. I felt incomplete and useless and worst of all, weak.I couldn't heal fast and the bleeding hadn't stop. I felt lik
Damien's POVI walked out of the room to my office, slamming the door behind me. "Alpha-" Lucas tried walking into the room."Get out!" I barked angrily, glaring hard at him."Yes, Alpha." He bowed and walked out of the room.I ran my fingers through my hair exasperatedly and grabbed the flower vase on the table, smashing it across the room. My breaths were coming out in the pants, my nose flaring in anger. I wanted to destroy something. I growled and grabbed a wall art smashing it hard on the wall, completely shattering it. Yes, I'm totally mad I needed to break something. Why the fuck would she send me out of the room? She has no right to."Liar." I stopped when Dean, my wolf, scoffed."What do you mean?" I asked, panting heavily as I stood in the middle of the room."You're not mad at the doc Damien, you're mad at the stealer don't try to change it." He was totally right, but I'm trying so hard not to think about her or I might just end up killing her, and that would be really usel
"You must've felt really good after what you did huh?" My brows rose automatically immediately he spoke. I'll just assume he has no idea how this also affected me. I don't feel good about killing people, I never will.He scoffed and grabbed a chair and sat on it, directly facing me while I kept my head down. "I'm not gonna ask you why you did it, or why you tried to fucking runaway, I know what kind of a beast you are and trust me I know how to handle you." First threat! A bell rang in my head immediately. Did I really think he was just going to forget about it so easily? Well, maybe I did because I thought he broke me enough. I tried not to think further of what he meant by handle me, I didn't want to imagine all the almost impossible things he'll do to me. But a voice whispered in my head telling me, 'my cruel fate' just began and I started it myself."Why don't we start this conversation by telling you stupid you were?" He sat back on his chair and folded his arms, his gaze fixed o
Just like he said, some ladies came into the room later in the evening, with a new dress for me to put on. I had a quick bath and wore the dress, waiting till it was time to go. I did not wait long before they came again, leading out of the room. I walked into what looked like a foyer immediately seeing Damien and just a few guards standing behind him.Nobody came.What the hell was I expecting? To see a crowd ready and excited to witness my initiation? I doubt if they knew I was here or was being initiated. Though they might feel the link probably.I decided to keep my gaze on my feets, when I couldn't stand looking at the cold faces of everyone around. Not even a single person was smiling, they must all hate me now. I didn't even want to think if some of the people I think have families, and probably kids. They must really hate me.He stretched out his palm with a plain look, a small knife in his right hand. I placed my right palm into his, heaving out a deep sigh."Repeat after me."