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."
Something felt off this morning, I had no idea why, but I had woken up, my heart racing really fast. I knew something was wrong when Linda came to me this morning, she didn't say any words to me. Just came to check if I had healed fully and taken my medications. I also noticed a sigh of pity in her eyes. She knew something but wouldn't talk to me. I was scared and I was clueless, having no idea of what the hell was happening. A few hours later, some men came, escorting me out of the room into a hall. I walked into the crowded hall, keeping my eyes down as I felt intense gazes on me. I hated this place, I hated the fast it was filled with just men, chattering in a language I don't understand. I was left to sit at a corner in the hall, while most of them sat at large tables, filled with food and wine.I hated the fact something felt wrong, I looked around the hall, trying to ignore the gazes on me. My mate wasn't here, what the hell is going on? My heart skipped a beat when I sighted N