Anastasia’s POV
The chain around my wrist tightened as the Beta holding the leash pulled us closer and closer to their pack’s grand gate.
Our new pack. Our new home of torture.
Only the lives of the living high-ranking wolves will change. The Omegas like me? We remain the same. We’re prisoners, at the same time a new addition to the new Alpha’s collection. A pack’s material possession. Nothing more.
The sky is not bright either,as if it mirrored our own emotions. Gray clouds hovered above us, looming. It seems to be just waiting for us to enter the Blood Dawn Pack—and then rain over us like some poor ducks drenched in watery mud.
We’ve been chained using a single chain that connected us to one another. The Omegas have marched as one line held by a single thick chain pulled by one Beta on the front while our backs, feet, and sometimes the exposed skin between our hand and arms were whipped by some Betas as well. Blood coated the many silver-tipped ends of the whip, glinting like rubies atop silver under the cold ray of the afternoon sun.
I saw a man ahead, smirking at me—or at us, I don’t know. He has powerfully built muscles that can send several enemies flying even in his human form, his sun-kissed skin that probably has been trailed by as many lips of women as much as their hands, and—miraculous for a man—his shiny pinkish lips that made my eyes squint.
Too beautiful for an Alpha. Too fucking handsome.
I gave him a wide grin. The gesture remains a mystery to me as well as why the hell did I do that. He saw me and stalked away almost immediately, as if my grin sent him back to wherever paradise he came from. Or hell, I don’t know.
“Hey, you!” A Beta holding two whips, one on each hand pointed at me, the silver tips clanking at each other. “What are you smirking at?” Then his nails lashed at me, leaving my face bloody and more corpse-looking. No blood trickled from my face, perhaps it was because I’ve lost so much blood that I no longer have more to display with.
“You don’t get to smirk or stare or look at the Alpha like that.” And a whip cracked in the air. One strike and my body was already on the filthy ground even before I could scowl.
A Beta was already on my side before I could draw my next breath, grabbed me with his icy grip on my upper arm as it unlocked the chain on my wrist and half-dragged me to the front.
“Look at me, Omega.” I didn’t bother looking at him even when he commanded so fiercely. I am the most stubborn Omega in the Iron Woods Pack so why shouldn’t I be stubborn here too? “Did you just hear what I said?”
“Oh pretty much every bird heard you, sweet Beta.”
A slap so hard thundered on my ears. I fall dramatically to the ground but immediately gain my footing. My palm was already on my cheeks, clutching my face.
But my smirk remained.
“That’s enough, Beta Jansen.”
I didn’t notice I was the one who held the line of blight-stricken Omegas if it wasn’t for the Alpha now in front us.
‘I thought he walked away?!’
Alpha Cain. Vicious. Cunning. Cruel.
Yes I remembered his name pretty much even before he attacked us during the Alpha’s daughter’s birthday. The Alpha’s body obviously has been left as a feast for the crows while his head is now on one of the iron spikes of the Blood Dawn Pack’s gate. Perched atop the grand entrance as if it was a mere welcoming gesture to us.
Even the two huge black wolves statues, wolves howling as they tipped their head to the sky, their eyes made of pure ruby, seem to shudder at the head now between them.
Alpha Cain gave me a small, horrible smile. The smile of many monsters. Magic sizzled in the air between us as he snapped his fingers and the chain was once again on my wrist.
I heard how magic works especially when conquering another pack: when an Alpha kills another Alpha and takes his lands and subjects for himself, the power of the dead Alpha will immediately transfer to him. Not on the dead Alpha’s son or daughter, but to the conqueror.
That’s how werewolves, especially Alphas, value strength to the point that killing one another is merely a sport to indulge into. A hobby, if one may put it.
I’m now on the front. Walking first, chin high, into our impending doom. No doubt the whip will greet me more times than I’ve been in the middle of the line.
“Put them in The City Under. I’ll be in my private residence.” Then the Alpha vanished, probably nestling back in his throne now that he has conquered another pack again.
Alpha Cain gave me one last wary glance. “Give her a greeting worthy of my name.”
My hiss was my only reply as something rock-hard and strong collided with my jaw. A punch. A punch from a Beta with a silver gauntlet on his hand crafted like a woman’s jewelry.
My blood, warm and red, gushed out from my nose. There’s blood now, and I’m surprised-but-not-so-surprised. I was thrown sideways, stunned from the pain.
But then another brutal blow to my face awaited.
Another Beta struck on the other side of my face and shoulder. Bones crunched—my fucking bones. How many more bones are they going to break? Can’t they see that we—I—have suffered enough from the attack yesterday?!
My legs twisted beneath me, and the Beta’s silver gauntlet grated against my cheek as it punched me again. I ricocheted away, but met with the fist of another Beta—a blonde one whose hands were caked with as much dirt and blood as my own. I didn’t glimpse his face.
From the shouts behind me, I know my fellow Omegas are being beaten as well. Another punch hit me and it was like being slugged with a brick. Crunch, crack. Bone crunch, bone crack.
I think there were three of them, and I became their living punching bag—passed off from blow to blow from these Betas, my bones screaming in utter agony. Maybe I was screaming in agony, too. But I didn’t care.
Not when a younger Omega, probably just around fifteen, wept behind me as she was repeatedly kicked by the same three Betas that made fun of me.
Blood sprayed from my mouth, and its metallic tang coated my tongue before I could draw my next breath.
And then there was darkness.
***
My head hurt the most.
I blinked repeatedly and waited for my senses to slowly return, each pain registered in my mind one by one. Each one is more painful than the last.
My fingers twisted out of place. Dry blood coated my hair and head. There were lashes from my face, thanks to the small pool of water near me I am able to see those. I’m not just gonna look at my arm and legs since I know those are the parts the Betas probably enjoyed carving with wounds and gore the most.
The sound of dripping water first hit me, then the fading echo of heavy footsteps lingered nearby. No sky above me, only the cold damp walls.
‘Put them in The City Under. I’ll be in my private residence,’ the Alpha had said.
So this is probably The City Under, where the Omegas dwell. Where poor unfortunate souls reside.
A bright coppery taste coated my mouth—my blood. The tang of mold and the reek of mildew scented the damp, cold air. I don’t even know how I can see properly considering this place is foreign to light and sun. Then I looked ahead and realized there were the dancing flames of the torches.
At least they put torches.
Sharp bits of hay jabbed my cheek as I eased myself in a sitting position. ‘Yes, I am in some sort of a cell in The City Under’ I thought. ‘But they’ll be kidding me if this is my room as well.’
I glimpsed at the hay. ‘Well it’s possible that this could be my room and my cell…’
I licked my lower lip and my tongue discovered the makings of a split lip. The movement set my face on fire. Wincing, I opened my eyes, but could only manage to widen them a little—swelling. What I beheld through my undoubtedly black eyes didn’t do much to lift my spirits.
If I have any spirit left.
I was in a prison cell—and probably my room for the rest of my miserable fucking life. How could I have the guts to still call that I have a spirit?
I am their prisoner, their Omega. Their slave. All survivors of wars and pack attacks are, especially for Omegas like me. Especially to Omegas like me.
Sometimes I think that living is worse than dying, especially being under a new rule of an Alpha. And when you’re an Omega.
My only sources of light were the torches beyond the door were not enough to see things.
Well, I am below the ground. Literally. So it’s safe to assume I am also sharing a home with rats, worms, and Goddess knows what else.
Contrary to the beautiful modern aesthetics of The City Above, The City Under seemed to originate since the medieval era that the Alphas that ruled never bothered to renovate or at least put modernity in its walls.
A heavy footstep echoed to where I am, nearer and nearer. It became mysteriously near. Panic rushed through my bones, my blood. I gritted my teeth.
Who would visit me here? No one would. Unless its—
The footsteps stopped at the threshold of my room-prison.
I didn’t even have the nerve to flinch as the eyes of Alpha Cain surveyed me from head to toe, before striding inside.
I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that any amount of time would prepare me for Alpha Cain’s cruelness, nor his Blood Dawn Pack.Even his assessing gaze sent me scrambling to the corner. With my back flat against the wall, I have nowhere to run, nowhere to escape. Nowhere to look at, except Alpha Cain’s eyes—and his shirtless body.He’s wearing modern blue jeans, clean and neat like the rest of him. His hair, blue-black and ruffled and still a bit wet, tells me he just had a bath.I didn’t allow myself to imagine what he had in mind for me. It was enough to know that he expected me to die—that there wouldn’t be enough left of me for him to torture.I don’t know what new powers Alpha Cain acquired from my previous Alpha, the Alpha of the Iron Woods Pack. But knowing that he has a new set of powers in his arsenal…I gripped my legs harder to keep my hands from shaking. To keep my body from quivering.Somewhere—not too far off or maybe it was just the cell beside me, I don’t know—screamin
Everything about Alpha Cain is worse. I don’t know if I should be happier or angrier but the Iron Wood Pack’s Omegas aren’t the ones who prepared breakfast the next day. Rather it was this pack’s own Omegas. We were given our own food in our own prison-rooms and told that we only have five minutes to devour the whole stale bread and cold soup and some cloudy water that I suspect was from the rain yesterday. Maybe the soup was made from that rain too. I finished my bread while I thought of the soup to be the water as I chunk it down my throat from its bowl in one go. As for the cloudy water, I used it on my face instead, washing my face lightly, dampening my hair so I can tightly tie it with a strip of cloth from my torn dress.“Five minutes up, Omega!”I didn’t bother replying so I silently strode from my prison-room, the tray of plates on hand.“Leave it there,” the Omega in the washing sink grumbled.I was dragged from the kitchen even before I
Even if I deny it, Blood Dawn Pack’s territory indeed boasts beauty and elegance I’ve never seen before.The City Above is a place crafted straight from a dream. Something about this pack made it liveable, even for an Omega like me.The Resting Day has come, and Omegas did flock to most of the malls, parks, and bars. I meandered through the exquisite and silent gardens near the Alpha’s private residence, where the fountain-river greeted me with its sparkling waters. I mentally mark the paths and clever places for hiding if I ever need them. This garden, which has become my instant favorite, is near the Alpha’s private residence. I don’t want to bother myself running into him more than often. Maybe once a month of taunting and seeing that grim amusement brightening his face is enough.Omegas on rest day is a day where we feel like we’ve never been an Omega. Even the Betas and Warriors and others treat us with little respect. Some of them even gave us a forced smile.I wasn
The stone sank deeper and deeper, until my werewolf hearing heard the thud of it against the floor of the river. The river was just shallow, at least this part where I am. Thankfully, for an Omega, I’m not wolfless. My wolf, Ayana, is strong-willed even for an Omega. Strong-willed, not strong in a physical sense. Well at least according to and in comparison to the higher ranks like Betas and Alphas and Warriors. My sister, however, I think her wolflessness is the reason why she was easily killed.I’m no longer on the Alpha’s gardens though I’m still facing it. Across the river, that solitary apple tree beckoned me to hang out with it.‘Poor Anastasia,’ my sister would say. ‘You really don’t have any friends aside from an apple tree?!’I just stared at the apple tree, debating if I should accept its invitation with its rustling leaves and fat red fruits.I haven't had breakfast or lunch yet. Nor do I have one.“So apple it is,” I said. But I looked to the river
Well, my wolf is not wrong though. Survival of the fittest is often not only being able to endure deep wounds and whipping, empty stomach and crying. It’s also being able to use your body to the most delicious advantage even if we have to bid ourselves to the highest bidder.For some, being an Alpha’s Pet, his bed warmer, is a new level of torture. But for an Omega like me, it’s a new way out. A new way to climb on top without actually climbing. Omegas being shields. Omegas being the Alpha’s construction builders. Omegas being…sex slaves. Well the latter is not new to me considering we’ve been through worse, but… ‘Being it an actual title? Alpha’s Pet? Seriously?!’ I can only pray to the Moon Goddess that our pussy would survive for at least a day if one of us is even hired. No—not hired. Promoted. Yes, being an Alpha’s Pet and bed warmer is a big deal that it rivals the title of being a Luna. It’s like living li
“I’ve never said I’ll never see you again,” I imitated the same grin she plastered on her face. “I only said ‘I hope there is still something to see in you the next time we see again’.” “Bitch,” she spat. “I know,” I squared my shoulders and lifted a lazy smile. “At least I’m not a conniving brat.” A slap was on its way on my face but my left hand is faster than a shooting star. “How’s your pussy? I heard Alpha Cain assaulted his way through inside you that everyone thought your own pussy will be your cause of death.” Juliet pulled her hand from my grip. It was the most satisfying scene to witness. And her face is a perfect portrait of a cat who failed to intimidate the rat during supper. “I see you’ve grown some claws now, Anastasia.” She inclined her head to me. “How’s little sister? Is she still tending to her little tiny weensy garden?” My lips curled inward. “You can mock all you want, Juliet. At least it was
This morning’s breakfast has never been unnervingly awkward, but I’m living for the drama. It’s only a rare occasion that I got the chance to slap Juliet with words. Though I hope I can one day let her taste the strength of my hands with one swift slap.I eyed Juliet as I gave her a simple nod, one that would say ‘I’m not interested in debating to the likes of you, bitch.’ She seemed to read from my expression as she placed a hand on top of Alpha Cain. “Anastasia is a virgin, Alpha,” she purred. “I’m surprised you allowed her to be a candidate.” I was about to bared my teeth but Viviane coughed beside me, a subtle warning. I immediately changed it to a nice flash of white teeth instead, grinning like a hellcat. “True. But I suppose it’s a disqualification for inexperienced Omegas like me then...” Alpha Cain withdrew his hand from Juliet’s. I kept my lips from spreading into a smile. “You are both my official candidates now—” he paused as he swallowe
After that immensely intense breakfast during which I was unexpectedly invited by Alpha Cain, everybody hardly spoke to me. And by hardly I meant that Beta Audrey’s sharp shriek of scolding is exempted.First day is always a hard day. You’re still adjusting to the constant glares, constant scolding, and constant brush of the sharp edge of the knife that almost send you for medical attention because your fellow kitchen-assigned Omegas are gossiping who has the largest cock other than Alpha Cain while slicing carrots. My ears strained, yearning for some juicy and cock-y news. Yet even though I’m only listening, I’m always the one being pinched in the ear and not my fellow Omegas who are the ones voicing the gossips themselves.“You’ll get used to my fingers too, Omega.” Beta Audrey bared her teeth to me, ready to shift and tear me to pieces here and now.“I’m sorry. I don’t let other fingers in my pussy, Beta Audrey.”And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason why the back of my he