Chapter 3: Stubborn Bitch

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—screaming began. A high-pitched, pleading voice, accentuated with crescendos of shrieking that made my bile rise up in my throat.

That would be me when the time comes. I might sound like that when faced with Alpha Cain’s new powers if he ever tries those powers on me first-hand.

A whip cracked and the screaming became louder, more hair-raising. I hardly paused for a breath.

“You still whip us even in The City Under?”

“Those are my own Omegas,” he simply replied.

The screaming shattered the brief silence again, and now I can hear sobbing and weeping. My sister had probably cried similarly when they  skinned her alive. I had as good as tortured her myself for leaving her to this ruthless Alpha’s cronies.

“Comfortable, isn’t it?” Those were his first words to me since he ever entered here. Is he blind or being just an actual jerk?!

What would my sister think of this? Yes, I manage to survive the lusting of blood and misery by the Alpha Cain’s Betas and Warriors. And then I am here, still an Omega and a prisoner. I might as well be a Rogue.

But I deserved this—deserved whatever pain and suffering was in store for leaving my sister to die alone. For what she had endured is nothing like this. This is just like chilling in a cave while waiting for your death, while hers…every moment is dying.

“Maybe it is if you were in my place, Alpha,” I sneered at him. I don’t care what he’ll do to me. If he’s gonna burn my skin with that gleaming fire powers he acquired or what, I’ll be facing it with my head high.

Unless he ordered my head to roll down the hills in one swipe of an executioner’s sword.

“You’re one hell of a stubborn bitch, aren’t you?”

“A bitch I might be, but at least I know how to survive without relying on powers or magic.”

His eyes narrowed, but it was immediately replaced by a flash of white teeth grinning. “What’s your name?”

“Bitch is a name itself, isn’t it?”

He laughed without amusement. But he sauntered nearer and nearer, until he’s an arm away from me.

“You’re stepping on my hay,” I spat.

“Oh sorry. I forgot it’s your bed.” His grin still plastered on his face made me want to cleave his skull into two.

 “Anastasia, right? Such a pretty name for a pretty little doll.” I don’t know how he does that but he probably read my mind or something. I tried to stand to meet his eyes, but my legs shook so badly that I couldn’t even move a foot. “Well nice to see you, Anastasia. I’m Cain, your new Alpha—and new master.”

The amusement written all over his face was all I needed as I threw him a punch worthy of my anger and pain and sadness and despair.

He just staggered back a step, wiping his face with the back of his hand. No blood nor broken jaw.

I might really be useless even when throwing punches.

“You, Omegas, are always careless, aren’t you?” he gave me a mocking smile, then a wink. “Well, you do throw a punch like some lovesick girl. No wonder your pack can be easily conquered. Even the women are so fragile like twigs that can easily be snapped with one stomp of my foot.”

“Why are you so cruel, Alpha Cain?”

“All Alphas are cruel.”

I was about to interject when he spoke. “Because that is what the world is, Anastasia,” he tilted his head, “And believe me, being cruel is just blending along with most people, werewolves and humans alike.”

I opened my mouth to protest but he continued. “It’s a good thing I’m in the mood to just let your little punch be forgiven. You should thank the daughter of your dead Alpha that she knew how to ride a man,” he shrugged, “Well considering, she’s an Alpha’s daughter, she might have fucked many men in a week like changing clothes. I suppose that’s where she learned that, even my cock is still slumping beneath here.” He patted his middle twice. My eyes somehow followed his hand’s gesture. 

Alpha Cain smirked at me.

I looked away, and couldn't believe that my own eyes were betraying me.