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TRIVIAS POV.

I stood before  the tall mirror, my fingers trembling as I adjusted the straps of my dress. It was my first day facing the Shadowfang Alpha family, and my stomach churned with anxiety. My muscles ached from yesterday’s brutal scrubbing, my arms still stinging from bruises. Every reflection in the glass seemed to mock me—my red hair sticking out in damp strands, my face pale and tense. I could feel the weight of the pack’s expectations pressing down on me, suffocating.

A sudden shadow darkened the doorway. Erebus leaned casually against the frame, eyes sweeping over me with a predatory gleam. His smirk was infuriating, as if he could see straight into every hidden fear I carried.

“You look… fragile,” he said, the words brushing against me like a knife. Like the little sudden realisation disgusted me, and the thought of it gutted me.

I shot him a glare, hands tightening on the edge of the dresser. “I’m getting  dressed, what do you want?” I snapped, trying to hide the flutter of unease that his presence ignited.

He grinned, purposely eyefucking me.

 “You’re disgusting. I'm your sister!” 

His smirk widened. “Disgusting, yet… compelling. You’re mine to watch, Trivia, at least until you figure out how to survive here or die? But i wont fuck you trivia not if you are the last wolf on earth”

I opened my mouth to retort, but my mother’s words from the previous night echoed in my mind: Derek’s arrangement, our forced move. Erebus’s eyes caught mine, dark and knowing.  “Mother arranged this?” I asked, voice tight.

Erebus’s gaze locked on mine, dark and knowing, satisfaction curling at the edges. “Yes. And lucky for you,” he drawled, pushing off the frame with lazy grace, “I’m giving you a ride.” His smirk tilted, cruel amusement shining in his stare. 

“Don’t mistake it for kindness, little sister. I just want to see how pathetic you really are when you’re in my company.”

I bristled, fury and humiliation twisting inside me, cheeks burning hotter under his gaze. My fists clenched until my nails dug crescents into my palms. “I don’t need your help,” I hissed, though my voice betrayed the tremor I hated him for hearing.

I bristled, cheeks flushing.

“Oh, you’ll need me,” he said, biting my shoulder lightly in a teasing, almost playful manner. I yelped and shoved him harder. “Step off, you… you—” I faltered, words lost in the mixture of fear and something else I refused to name.

He laughed, dark and resonant as I  averted my gaze, my pulse racing, my mind a tornado of fear, disgust, and something dangerously close to arousal. I told myself I was angry, not flustered. I had to act smart, stubborn, maintain control, even as my body betrayed me.

The car waited outside, black and imposing. I climbed in, heart hammering. The ride was tense; every jolt, every turn, made me grip the edges, thinking of the Alpha family waiting at Shadowfang. Erebus’s presence beside me was like a coiled spring, dangerous, and yet… I couldn’t deny the pull.

The mansion rose before me, jagged stone walls cutting through the morning mist, immense and intimidating. Guards lined the entrance, eyes sharp and alert. 

“Erebus!” A voice called out as two boys approached, grinning widely from ear to ear. They looked around the same age as us, but on my best guess they looked a littke intimidated by erebus presence.

“Byron, bryan”. Erebus greeted, his voice lacking any true enthusiasm as he spoke.

“Shes the sister?” Byron asked, smirking as his hands reaching to grab at my ass, 

“Get your hands off me, you bastard!” I shouted, shoving him back. He cursed out, passing me a gleeful frown. His hands reached out

Before he could retaliate, Erebus was there. He shoved Byron hard, the sound of impact echoing in the hall. Byron hit the floor with a grunt, rolling to avoid Erebus’s next move.

“Forgot your place, you arrogant prick?” Erebus snapped, voice low and dangerous. “You only mess with her if I allow it! The only one who can touch her, toy with her, or even look at her like that… is me. Got it?”

"I was merely having a littke fun, stop being a protective jackass, shes here for a day and you are alresdy a big brother?" Byron scowled, getting up but stopping short, fear evident. 

"Touch her once again, ill rip out your spine and make you eat it raw, you know i do not make empty threats, friend." Erebus turned to me then, eyes blazing. 

“You okay, Trivia? Don’t let that fucker think he can—”

I cut him off, voice trembling, “I’m fine, Erebus! I… I can handle myself.”

He pressed a finger lightly to my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “Don’t lie to me. That bastard will never touch you again. But you need to understand something… you’re mine to watch over. The way you are treated here, the way you survive… that’s on me, and only me.”

“Fuck you, Erebus! I’m not yours,” I snapped, anger coiling in me at how poorly I'd just been treated and how he was making me feel as though I was weak.

“I'll find our parents without your help” I retorted, turning away from him to storm into the mansion.

“You think so? Look at you—bloodied, weak, and yet stubborn. Suit yourself!" His voice was teasing but edged with something darker, something that made my pulse quicken despite my anger.

I  stumbled through the vast corridors of Shadowfang Mansion, my bleeding knees protesting with each step. No one acknowledged me. Guards passed, eyes cold and disinterested, servants scurried, pretending I didn’t exist. The mansion, so grand and imposing, felt suffocating. Its silent walls amplified my fear, my isolation.

I found a shadowed corner, slumping against the stone. It pushed slightly causing me to trip into a huge room. I glanced backwards but it had shut close behind me.

Fear gnawed at my insides as I tapped, and pressed but nothing happened, i shoved harder, pressing my eyes and ears to the wallhoping to find some other secret route but notging happened.

My tears came unbidden, hot and bitter. I cursed, shouted, and swore, venting every ounce of frustration at the pack, at Erebus, at myself .

 I stomped hard on bowls, and objects in the room,kicking, breaking and yelling all out bent my frustration. I buried my face in my hands, sobbing, trembling. The anger and humiliation of the past hours surged through me. Every memory of betrayal, every wound, every snide remark from Erebus replayed in my mind. My misery  felt endless, my powerlessness magnified with every step I had taken.

“Fuck this place! Fuck  you for getting mated to some little miss oerfext and keaving me , fuck this stupid new family! Fuck everyone!" My voice echoed through the empty hall, a raw scream of despair and defiance.

A sudden, booming laugh froze me mid-sob. I looked up, startled, and there he was. The four stripes of claws, the huge paw imprinted on his left arm was enough to tell me who he was.

“Alpha” I yelped, going down on my knees immediately, suffering from fear.  He stood tall, commanding, imposing, radiating power that made the air itself seem still. Every muscle tensed as he approached, his eyes locking onto me with a piercing intensity.

He noticed the cuts, the bruises, the trembling fear, and his gaze sharpened.

 "Aren't you the new girl? Derek’s daughter," he said, voice like steel. Cold, unyielding, yet assessing. "You’ve caused quite a mess here, haven’t you?"

I swallowed hard, trying to gather courage. "I… didn’t mean to…" i stuttered, i was scared, he had no emoathy or emotions behind he looked judt cold, heartless and ruthless

He raised a hand, silencing me. "Your intentions are irrelevant. You've ruined the prized possessions of my little fox, this is my collection room." He spoke In a cold and curt manner that had my heart slamming harder against my ribcage, my gaze widened from terror as I glanced around to access what I had done.

" Now I can't possibly kill you as punishment, you are my betas daughter afterall, and as a welcoming gift to a new member of the pack, will ask which you want gone, Your eyes, or your arms," he continued, voice low, deliberate.