Chapter 2: A Concubine.

~Scarlett's POV~

Cold was what I felt at first. Ice-cold and freezing cold it was, it seeped into my body and made me shiver wildly. My skin scraped against the ground as I felt the hard rocks beneath me, and if I moved, I could feel a tearing pain run through my arms and legs. My eyelids opened into the darkness.

And for one moment, I forgot.

For an instant, I felt like I was home, in my bed waiting for my father to shake me awake and let me have breakfast. Perhaps Leo would trip on me laughing and teasing my bad sleeping habit. Or Simon would—

And then I remembered.

The blood. The screams and the beast who had slaughtered them all.

My eyes widened in shock as I gasped in quick air then sat up, I looked down at my heart which was pounding against my ribcage.

No..No..No! I wasn't home, this is not the place that brings me comfort, I was in hell.

Then I went stiff when I heard Something mutter beside me.

I looked around, then I shifted position before my eyes cleared of the mist that seeped through cracks in stone walls. My throat constricted when I saw a thin woman huddled and shivering on the ground.

I was confused for a moment— A woman?

I blinked and the fog of my eyes stopped, and

memory hit me.

Moana?! This is Moana! How come she is like this? Oh goodness!

Moana is one of my Omegas. She had never done anything even remotely out of place for me, she was always smiling for me even when all had been horrible for her. And now—her mouth looked dry and cracked, her face bruised and swelling, and her body all skin and bones.

My lips shook with pain, "Moana!" I slipped into place beside her, my trembling fingers following the curve of her cheek.

She winces away from my touch as she desperately gasps for breath.

"No, no, no, don't you dare," I breathed, smoothing her hair. "I'm your Scarlet. You're fine, you're—"

I broke down as I knew It was all a lie. I closed my eyes as I stifled another sob. We weren't fine. We weren't.

Moana’s lower lip trembled but she didn't say a word.

My fists clenched into my palms, I felt rage ripping through me. “How do we get this low? How do we go from such an amazing pack to…this?” I thought and let out a growl, then shoved the pain, the shame, the contempt aside.

The main thing I am to do now is save Moana, I was not losing her. My eyes turned determined as I slammed my head into the iron and screamed. "SOMEONE! HELP!"

But I heard Nothing, no response.

My throat scorched. My body shook in rage. But I didn't give up, I screamed again and again, till I was tired, till it hurt to inhale.

Then I heard a clatter, and then the Footsteps grew closer, and closer. My eyes lit up with happiness, and then I held Moana and pulled her along with me as a massive guard in armor stepped out of the shadows. He looked bored and sick of watching us squirm.

He snorted, kicking at the stone on the ground. "Dirty prisoners. Weak and useless, but you still know how to scream?!”

Coldness seared my skin, I wanted to knock him into the wall, and rip his throat out…but Moana's life was fading fast.

I grit my teeth together and swallow my pride."Water," I croaked. "Please. She will die." I pleaded softly.

The guard laughed. "And? Why should you care?" He said nonchalantly.

I spat in his face, I was so angry. "Because if she dies, then there will be one less body your Alpha gets to dissect," I said viciously.

He didn't flinch and for a second, I thought he would just leave me alone. But instead, he growled and threw me a flask of something.

"Be thankful," he said and stormed away.

I sighed in relief, at least I got something. I took it right away, unscrewing the cap with shaky hands, and then I tilted Moana’s head back, then brought the flask to her lip. "Drink," I gasped.

She swallowed with difficulty, eyelashes flashing up and In sixty seconds she was breathing normally.

I gasped for air and placed my forehead against hers then I let out a sigh of relief, A bitter one.

I had never been so weak in my life. Never so powerless, not even able to save my people and I don't even know how the others are.

And it was all his fault.

The man who had taken everything from me. I balled my fists. I'll kill him, I swear on the graves of my dearest kin, I will—

I looked to the door after being interrupted by a jolt of blast, and then I saw two women, before I could say a thing, they stood in the cell without saying a thing, they were Faceless, voiceless, as they led me away.

I look at them in fear, "Wha—? No! Let me go!" I struggled and kicked but they did not release me but held me like obstinate iron chains.

They led me through twisting passages, and not a word was said to me, And then they stopped and entered a room. I watched in confusion as they dragged me into the room and without stopping I was brought to a place that looked like the bathhouse, then before I could resist, they tore my clothes and pulled me into the bathtub inside the bathhouse.

I recoiled from scalding water in all directions, my bent limbs threshing out.

“What the hell are you doing?! N-no, stop! STOP!" I yelled but they made no response.

All they did was restrain me, I seethed with shame as they washed the blood and dirtiness off my body.

My face blazed with Shame as their hands stroked me, cleansing me like an object and not a human. I clenched my lip, fighting not to weep.

Then—it was all over.

They pulled me out, clothed me, and pushed me into a red dress that was only just below the knee.

I watched them in confusion, I shivered, and clenched my clothes, "Why?" I asked with a shaky voice. "What are you dressing me up for?" I asked again but all I got was silence and the back of their heads as they left.

I looked at the door in nervousness, then looked down. I just sat there like a doll with a thumping heart and my fists clenching on my knees.

I don't know how long I sat. But then— The door creaked open. I looked up nervously and then my body stiffened. I felt rage fill me, hatred clouded my eyes as I looked at the person who just come in.

Who else but Him? The monster who killed my family and destroyed my loved ones…. Draco!

Anger had engulfed me and I could think of nothing else other than to kill this man. I sprang to my feet but then fell as I had forgotten I was still bound at the ankles.

Draco laughed. "Full of fury so much," he jeered. "You should be thanking me. I could have dispatched you like them."

My entire body trembled from crown to toe. "I hate you! You monster!” I spat. “I promise you, I will destroy you, for every person of mine you have destroyed, I Will make sure I take revenge!” I said heavily with my fist clenched and my eyes looked at him with hatred.

Some kind of flash of light passed through his eyes. Is it Anger? Humor? I don't know, but then he smiled, which made me feel goosebumps, it was Sardonic, Cold, devilish.

I looked at him in a daze until his voice snapped me out, "You still don't get it, do you?" He crept closer. "What did your family do?" He asked calmly as he continued walking closer while I stepped back.

My lips parted. "I don't care," I growled. "You're a monster."

Then before I could notice, he caught me. I recoiled, gasping. "W-what are you—"

"Do you know why you're here?" he puffed.

Then I felt a crawling horror hit me, my gut dropped as I looked at him with confusion. I wanted to know too.

He smiled then squeezed my wrist and bent me against his chest, his scent enveloped me, smoking, hot, and lethal.

I felt so uncomfortable being in his arms so I kicked wildly, but he just squeezed harder, his lips in my ear.

He breathed in my ears, "You," he gasped, biting at my nose, "are now my concubine."

My body stiffened in shock, I shivered with the coldness running through my veins. Then I shoved him away, my fury burning in my eyes. "You're crazy!"

I clenched my fist as tears streamed down my face, but he drew me closer back and then licked my tears away.

My mind went blank when I felt his tongue on my face.

Then he smiled calmly, “Do you want to see the real monster? Then I will show you.”