Life Of A Shadowbound Outcast

Agila's POV 

The beta and his guards drag me to a secluded hallway where he finally halts, still holding my hair tight. 

"My mother was murdered by witches. Evil things like you that stink of wickedness!" he hisses before his other hand lands a heavy slap on the side of my face that makes my skin feel like it has been set on fire. 

If he has a grudge with witches for killing his mother, he is unleashing his anger on the wrong person. They left the real witch with the Alpha Kings, crying in their arms. But how would they know when my own parents lied that I am the witch? 

They hated me so much that my father showed no remorse while supporting Irina's lie. I see no point in fighting anymore. I have lost everything. And death is now a matter of when. I wish they can kill me now, so that I don't have to undergo more pain. 

"You can have your fun, gentlemen. There isn't a punishment she doesn't deserve," the beta says to the guards before letting go of my hair. 

I crumble to the flour, and kicks land all over my body, including one right in my mouth, breaking a tooth. Their strengths are immense. Don't they care if I die before giving up the mark of the Alpha Kings? I use my hands to shield my head as blood mix mixes with saliva in my mouth. The men laugh in enjoyment every time one of their kicks causes me to gasp or scream.

"Don't break it's bones. There are better punishments waiting for it tomorrow," the beta warns after a while of watching his men smack my fragile human flesh with their feet. 

Only the heaviness of their hits reduce, the kicks keep coming. Until a woman's voice interrupts. 

"Your highness, I must let you know that the witch is making a lot of noise too close to the hall," she says. "The Alpha Kings also demanded the expensive dress be taken before you take it to the cells." 

I didn't scream that loud, the laughter of the guards was louder. But I guess everything has to be blamed on the witch who they can punish. The muscles of my abdomen where most kicks landed feels like they have been clashed. Irina would be exhilarated to see me like this, finally dying and utterly humiliated. 

She will have the beautiful mates she stole from me and live in their palace, even more happier once I am dead. Their bloodline will be infiltrated by evil and become weak, the thing they have dreaded most. The witches will finally succeed in destroying their kingdom. I did my best to save them. Look where that got me. 

"Take the good dress off it. It will be given to one of the good commoners," the beta orders.

The servant woman carries a shapeless, dirty cloth made of a rough fabric which she hands over to one of the guards. Another uses my hair to jerk me back to my feet. They hold my arms tight while the woman approaches and unbuttons the dress. 

The guards laugh some more after it drops to the floor and I am left in my underpants. 

"Did it steal it's sister's body too? Witches are supposed to be ugly," one says. 

"My punishments will make it uglier than a troll. Your eyes will hate the sight of it by the time it dies," the beta tells.

His promise terrifies me despite the awful state I am in already. 

The servant woman slips the dirty cloth over my head. The soldiers let go of my arms briefly to allow it to fall the rest of the way. It looks worse on my body than it did when she was holding it. 

"Take it to the cells. We will torture the mark off it's skin tomorrow," the beta orders. 

The soldiers drag me away and the servant woman picks up the lovely dress. 

I am taken out of the main Palace through one of it's many backdoors and dragged towards a less opulent building that stinks of misery from metres away. 

"This is the begining of your end, witch. Wherever your evil soul goes it will always remember our faces. We punish your kind worse than an animal can be punished," one speaks as they push me through the door. 

There are several locked doors with numbers on either side of the wide hallway at the centre. They are so many that I doubt there are as many Shadowbound Outcasts. 

"You will be alone in here. You're not nearly enough for those of us who want a vile thing to torture. You will die faster than the Alpha Kings wants you to," the third guard speaks. "I have heard that cell number thirteen is the coldest." 

So there is no other prisoner. They are all dead from torture. And from the Alpha Kings testing their powers on them.

The guards match me towards the cell number thirteen. There is a stench of blood when they open the door. The walls are stained with it. A rusted chain attached to the floor at the far head also has the red stains. Those who have been in here clearly underwent ruthless punishments that they didn't survive. I wonder if they deserved it or they were falsely accused like me. 

The guards push me inside and put the lengthy chain around my neck. One holds it a few inches from my neck and starts jerking me around. He laughs as I stumble from side to side, and his counterparts kick me when I get close to them. 

I try to stay rooted in one place, but the strength of my weakened body is no match for the guard's werewolf strength. Resisting the pull of the chain almost rips my head off my body. So I let my body get jerked around, and the others land more kicks on my back. 

It's unbelievable that I was meant to be the mate and queen of the Alpha Kings, yet this is how I have ended. A Showbound Outcast that everyone is eager to torture. 

The real witch, Irina, must be enjoying the comforting words and hugs of the Alpha Kings. My torture is unbearable. So my heart will be surrendering the mark soon. Then they will burn me to death and she will be able to conceive their child. I wonder how long it will take before they discover that she gets her scent from a bottle of rare perfume. 

One of the guards kicks my right leg and I finally fall. The one pulling the chain drags me across the floor briefly before letting go of the chain.

"We will come back tomorrow. I have no doubt that Ilan will come up with a good punishment. I will suggest that it be something many of the palace residents can watch. That way no other witches will dare try stupid tricks on the Alpha Kings again," he says to his fellows. 

They make their way out. I am left writhing in pain on the cold floor. The Mark on my neck wasn't worth this, neither were my stolen mates. I should have let Irina have them. Too bad it's too late to make the right decision.