I couldn’t tell how long I was there, only that water was provided through a small slot in the door every so often. They didn’t give me food. My stomach ached. I grew shaky and desperate.
Eventually, they hauled me out of my solitary cell and put me back with the others.
Angelia was leaning against the wall, curled up and silently staring into nothing. She was skinnier. Armilla was curled into a ball, weeping to herself with a slowly healing bruise around her neck.
Had they been treated worse because of me?
The thought infuriated me. I turned to glare at the guards.
“Cowards!” I yelled, rushing at them and slamming into them.
“Crazy bitch!”
The guard struck me across the face. I fell and got back up, furious and desperate. I spat in his face.
He sneered at me before slamming his fist into my stomach. Pain exploded through me as I flew back, hitting the wall, and fell unconscious.
I woke up, slumped against the wall in the dungeon just where they’d left me, but weaker. Hungrier. I had no idea how long it had been since I’d eaten, but I couldn’t take much longer if I meant to survive.
Angelia had gotten skinnier, yet the little scrap of clothing she’d been allowed was stained with blood between her legs. She didn’t seem hurt. Horror washed over me as I realized that Angelia had started her period. My stomach turned as a guard approached her. The others jeered.
“She’s a real woman now!”
“Leave her alone!” I said, lunging at him. Another caught me and shoved me back as Angelia was hauled away. She didn’t speak. She didn’t fight, and she didn’t answer me when I called for her.
They didn’t take anyone else, and they didn’t give me food. Everyone else was given a few pieces of bread and meat, but no one ate or spoke.
“Ungrateful bitches,” one of the guards cursed, grabbing one of the girls. “Eat!”
He shoved the meat into her mouth. She gagged and threw up in his face. The guards laughed at him before he threw her to the ground and kicked her away from him. She didn’t even yelp as she rolled across the ground.
She didn’t move and he sneered down at her, “Another one?”
He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out, and I never saw her again.
Angelia? Please answer me.
She didn’t answer and I began to fear that she had been kicked or slapped too hard and had been dragged off to her death.
They’d brought meager rations three times before Angelia returned. Her clothing was more ragged, hanging off her. Her eyes were dull and tear streaks marked her face.
Blood and white fluid streamed down her legs and the guards hooted and jeered as they dumped her across the room.
Angelia? Angelia, please answer me.
She didn’t stir and she didn’t answer.
My jaw trembled and I closed my fist tight.
He was going to pay for this.
I would kill him if it was the last thing I did. He’d never hurt her like this again.
I promise he’ll pay for this. I promise.
Sometime later, one of the guards looked down at me.
“Boss says you’ve got a chance to apologize and earn a meal.”
I looked up at him, meeting his gaze and I said nothing. I wasn’t going to humor him by making him think I was agreeing or grateful.
He grabbed me and hauled me away. My legs were so weak. My stomach cramped with hunger, but I didn’t resist.
Dan was seated in his chair like he always was, naked and disgusting.
“You ready to apologize to your Uncle Dan?”
This sorry fucker was going to regret what he’d done to Angelia. I walked across the room and kneeled. He flushed looking down at me.
“See, boys. A little starvation turns even the wildest ones docile.”
I shifted his robe aside and pushed down the disgust as the guards laughed nearby. His cock was soft, hiding in his pubic hair. While he enjoyed forcing himself on us, he didn’t have much of a cock to use.
But it didn’t matter. I grabbed it firmly, squeezing and stroking until he started moaning, tilting his head back with a sigh.
“That’s a good girl.”
It grew hard in my hand and a bit bigger, but not by much.
“Get on with it,” he said, his voice trembling. “Show me how sorry you are. Show me how grateful you are for me saving your life.”
I swallowed nausea and focused. I thought of Angelia being dumped in a corner of the dungeon and how Armilla didn’t even sob anymore, just curled up and closed her eyes. I thought of our parents’ bodies swinging in the breeze.
I opened my mouth and lowered my head until his cock filled my mouth.
He shuddered and moaned above as my lips met his hip.
Then, I bit down straight through the flesh.
He howled in agony, shoving my head away, and shrieked as I didn’t relax my jaw, taking his cock with me. A guard grabbed me and dragged me back as I chewed the hard, bloody flesh to pieces and spat it out.
Dan writhed around, screeching for a doctor. His body jerked and wiggled as blood dripped down to the floor. I spat out the blood and rolled away, dodging the guard that lunged at me.
The door burst open and more guards stormed in. One of them struck me across the face before hauling me up. I struggled, hoping to get free and do a bit more damage, but what little strength I had saved up was gone.
They took me back to the solitary cell and shackled me up against the wall.
Another werewolf came in, one I didn’t recognize. His eyes were hard.
“Defiant still,” he said as he stepped inside. “We’ll see how long that lasts…”
The other guards left before another guard brought in a basin of hot coals and a black chest. They closed the door behind them. Leaving me alone with this werewolf.
“Obeying that flabby bastard,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I spat more blood from my mouth. “Help him rape children. You’re as sick as he is!”
He chuckled, picking up a metal rod and shoving it into the bed of coals.
“I could give a fuck what he’s done. As far as I’m concerned female wolves aren’t good for much but breeding and cooking,” he pulled it out, eyeing the glowing red end. “I’m just here to make you obedient.”
He pressed the end of the hot rod against my skin. I tried not to scream, but the pain was too much. Then, he swung it. His face flushed and his breath heavy as I cried out in agony.
I realized with a chilling disgust that he was enjoying this. I strained against my bonds, but the shackles didn’t even creak. He returned to the basin of hot coals to reheat the rod. His cock strained against the front of his pants as I slumped in my bonds.
He left the rod in the coals and went to the black chest.
“You… sick… fuck,” I panted. “I’ll kill you…”
He laughed, pulling out a wooden rod and licking his lips.
“Why don’t you try not to die first?”
He crossed the room with a feral leer and wrapped his hand around my throat.
“Be sure to scream real loud so the others know better, hm?”
I shuddered as I felt the rod sliding up my leg and froze.
“Stop! Stop!” I thrashed as he chuckled and shoved it hard into me, ripping through me. I screamed as pain consumed me and the scent of my blood pulled into unconsciousness.
Yet, I didn’t die. I didn’t wake for a long time though I felt like I had been tossed around and dragged. My head hurt as if I have been dragged by my hair. Every part of me ached so much I couldn’t move. As I woke up, I prayed to the moon that it was over.
The cot was cold and uncomfortable and there was a shackle around my wrist.
I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t free either. Where was I now?
A man leaned over me, “Hm, awake, are you? You’re a werewolf, right?”
“Where… am I?” I asked.
Angelia? Can you hear me?
“A brothel. And you’d better be worth it, or I’ll have to make my money back on the black market.” He eyed me. “It’s not like anyone will miss you, Cherry.”
“How did I get here?”
“What does that matter?”
I glared at him, “I’d rather kill myself.”
He shrugged, “We have thigh warmers for the necrophiliacs.”
His response shocked me and told me that I was in a very different world now. I was no one. A faceless, nameless prostitute that could disappear without a trace.
Death would have been a comfort, but I remembered what I told that man, and the faces of every guard were burned into my mind. I had to get Angelia out, but I had to get myself out first.
“How do I get out of here?” I asked and he laughed.
He smirked, “Make me enough money.”
Three years later… Nine hundred and one. I grit my teeth and swallowed the bile threatening to rise as I stared at the headboard, focusing on counting the grains in the fake wood. A spike of pain hit my hip as the john grunted and the sound of slapping skin grew erratic. Nausea surged and tumbled in me but I kept my eyes trained on the wood pattern and counted another four distinct lines. Three years ago, I was Glenda, the eldest daughter of Alpha Adam of the Fluorite pack. Since then, I learned that my pack had been destroyed and the land that used to belong to the Fluorite pack now belonged to the Warhammer pack, led by the Wallber family. They claimed that a plague had taken out the entire pack and there were no survivors. They were liars and it was clear that they had orchestrated attack. What I don’t understand is why. We had money, but we weren’t that powerful. Ben Wallber, the al
The door swung closed, finally leaving me alone in my dressing room after listening to Trista’s explanation of the auction procedures for the last time. I knew it by heart long before I was eligible for the auction.With a few minutes to spare, I opened my phone and searched for Matt Wallber again. His article on his pack’s website appeared first with his portrait. Handsome features with cold dark eyes and the slightest hint of a cynical condescension on his lips.There wasn’t much in the current news about him that I hadn’t read already. He took over Warhammer’s finance, real estate, and information enterprises and led the pack to the level of wealth they now enjoyed. Despite all that he’s contributed to the pack, he was not his father’s favorite to be the next alpha of the pack. His father and his peers were too concerned about the opinions of the public, and Matt had no problems being splashed across tabloid pages in comprom
The rules of the auction stated that as soon as a guest bid ten times the standard opening bid price, the woman was taken off stage and no longer had to perform.It was nearly unheard of to be removed from the stage during the first round, but the announcer told the crowd that I had reached the threshold. I offered a charming smile to the crowd, not focusing on anyone in particular before leaving the stage with one last look at Matt who sat back in his seat, seemingly relaxed.I could take that as a sign that he was responsible for the high opening bid, but I couldn’t be sure that he would stay ahead with me off stage and marked essentially forbidden.When I got backstage, the crowd was roaring signaling the start of the striptease. While I was grateful, I didn’t have to participate, I was a bit nervous about the opening bid.I walked into the lounge where Trista was waiting to greet me. Trista managed me and five other women, but she only car
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Matt's POV She smelled so good. The joy I was feeling was just as I had been told as a child, breaking through years of coldness I had never imagined would go away. But, the joy was slipping through my fingers like sand. In its place, fury, like I had never known, began to boil in me. What was she saying? Did she say mistress? How could my mate be my mistress? How could she not feel our connection and understand? What did she think of me? How could she think so little of me? We’ve only just met! I stifled a growl. I had to calm down. I didn’t want to scare her or make her think I was angry with her. It was their fault: Larry’s, whoever had touched her before me, and whoever was responsible for her every mark on her body and the timid fear she was showing me. I would kill them all later. For now, I had to focus on her.
Glenda’s POVWhen I walked to the foyer with my bag, Matt was standing there waiting to escort me out of the building.He eyed the small canvas bag in my hands and his eyes narrowed, “Is that all?”What did he think? That I owned a full wardrobe? I’m a whore. Clothes were made to make me sell then come off and Larry’s charged extra for closet space. This bag held everything I had managed to keep with me over the past three years. Between several brothels, it wasn’t much, but it was all mine.“Yes.”Matt nodded stiffly, “Let’s go.”Trista looked a bit furious as I passed her, but I paid her no mind, allowing Matt to escort me back to his car.When the door came down, closing me inside the car, I relaxed with a little sigh.I would never see Larry’s again.Matt climbed into the car beside me, cranked up the engine, and guided the car a
I spent the night awake, watching the dawn rise through the blinds.It was the first night in three years I had gone to bed without being touched. The house was quiet all through the night. I kept expecting him to come back, but he didn’t.And that only made me more furious.This game he was playing, this act he was putting of kindness was worse than if he just held me down and raped me like everyone else. At least then I wouldn’t be wondering.I’d fall asleep counting just to forget it and I wouldn’t be so damned confused.I pushed that thought away. It was only the first night. The fall of my pack had likely been planned for weeks. Matt was definitely his father’s son, so he was playing a long game to break me.And wasn’t I doing the same?Sleep pulled at my eyelids and the darkness began to pull me down.Can you hear me?I gasped at Alyssa, my wolf’s, voice calling ou
My heart leaped into my throat as the car seemed to catch on something and swing towards the mountain. My stomach swooped and my heart raced.We were falling. We were crashing, all because this idiot wanted to look at the damned sunrise on top of a stupid mountain!Matt lunged across the car at me, grabbing me around my waist and turning towards the door.“Hold on to me!”I turned to watch the side of the mountain growing swiftly closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, barely swallowing a scream of terror as my heart thudded in my chest. What was the plan? Was there a plan? Was this all some twisted, drawn-out plan to make me let my guard down or make my death an accident? He pushed the door open, his eyes fixed on the side of the mountain.“What are you doing?” I asked, between panicked breaths as he tensed and leaned back into the carriage. Every muscle in his body seemed to be tensing to prepare for something