Where is Elvis?

Noya's Pov

My fate had long been decided as I had been caught. I didn't even bother to struggle again. I was bundled up and thrown into a cage. I had little or no choice. I scanned the mighty army before me led by the monster who was no doubt their Alpha.

I had imagined him to look like a monster since he was a monster but when I met his gaze. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His skin glowed with health and his dark brown eyes gleamed with life.

His raven black hair hung loose to his shoulders and his long eyelashes framed a sharp face. I had never met any other man quite like him before. He radiated vitality from every pore of his body as his eyes bore through me, making me feel naked before him. I wondered if he could read my thoughts.

While I took in his handsome sculpted face, something clicked in me. He should have been dripping blood on his arm since my mother had inflicted an injury on him before her last breath. However, when I directed my gaze to his arm, everything seemed normal. 

As werewolves, we could heal fast but it took some minutes and sometimes it left a scar but this was different. It was as if my mother's blade didn't hurt him. I wondered what had happened but dared not voice out my thoughts for the love of my neck.

I writhed in pain because I wasn't in a favorable situation. Even though the way I was tied up was inconvenient, I dared not make a sound. Who knew what the cruel warriors would do to me if I made a sound?

Even if they hurt me, I was sure their Alpha would do nothing to interfere. It seemed as if he enjoyed seeing me in pain. I needed no one to tell me that I would face hell in his Pack. I only prayed that the moon goddess would in her mercy alleviate the pain.

The warriors discussed as they got from the Pack and from their talks they seemed to respect their Alpha. I wondered if he was just like they spoke about him.

Tears trickled down my face as the cage made its first move out of the Packhouse. Out of the compound and out of the surroundings I had lived and known for twenty years. 

I turned my neck around with tears cascading down my cheeks and my hair billowing in the breeze. 

Although the Packhouse harbored some hurtful memories about my father which I tried so hard to forget it was still my home. It was the only home I knew all my life. As I watched the men set fire to the house, a part of me squirmed. My whole life had just fallen apart on the night of my twentieth birthday.

Then I remembered the words of the seer who came to visit father the year before. 

She has an auspicious fate, Alpha Argus but she shall survive it. She will be the ice that melts his fire.

My father and I never understood those words. We had even thought she was a fake seer but now as I was carted away as a slave, some of those words made sense but some didn't. Would I survive this? 

Now that I knew the reason he attacked, I felt pity for the monster. Losing his mate must have been painful. My father was a ruthless Alpha who loved going on conquests not necessarily because he wanted to but because of the pride and fame it brought to his name as the leader of the Pack.

This time he allowed this calamity to befall us all by crossing his bounds. It was too late but I wished he had listened to my mother's plea not to go on this journey after her dream but as usual my stubborn father shut her up. The irony was that I didn't feel much sorrow after seeing my father die. I felt an inner peace and freedom from him. 

Because I was finally free from his abuse. From the scars I got from his favorite leather belt, he used it on me. From his scary demeanor. I didn't miss him. It was the death of my mother which broke me completely. My mother was my world. And now my world had tilted.

I could still remember the smile on her face right before she lost her life.

I still couldn't make out what she was trying to say. No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't make out a thing.

Suddenly, I growled in pain from my uncomfortable position.

"Argh.." 

"Shut it bitch!!" One of the warriors glared at me which made me shiver.

"The Alpha must have been so stupid-" Another questioned me.

"My father didn't-"

The warrior turned to me with widened eyes.

"You're the daughter of the alpha?" 

It wasn't a question. It was a confirmation and when I didn't reply, he let out a gasp from his lips and galloped towards the front where their Alpha led the warriors.

It was then it dawned on me that none of them had known about my position as the daughter of the Alpha and I had just been a fool to have opened my lips. He would tell the Alpha about it. What had I just done?

What was their Alpha going to do when he found out? Would I be receiving even worse treatment?

Even if I didn't receive a worse treatment, I wasn't going to be receiving a good one.

His words couldn't help but ring in my head at the moment. I couldn't help but remember his terrifying gaze when he stared into my eyes. I didn't feel like he was staring into my eyes, but rather staring into my soul.

His eyes were so calm and deep despite the hatred that was burning in them. Thinking about this made me shudder involuntarily. He was just too scary and I didn't dare to think too much about him. But then I didn't know if I was going to be receiving worse treatment now that my status had suddenly changed.

Was he going to ask his warriors to lock me up in a dungeon or what was he going to do? I had to do something about the upcoming predicament that was about to befall me.

I couldn't help but feel some bit of hatred for my father. If he hadn't killed the mate of another Alpha in the name of enemies. Our Pack wouldn't have been alienated and I would still be with my mom.

Even though still I felt some kind of peace when I watched him die even though at first I was heartbroken and in pain. Was he going to ask his warriors to lock me up in a dungeon or what was he going to do?

I had to do something about the upcoming predicament that was about to befall me.

I knew my life was going to be way worse than it usually had. I was never going to know peace again.

I knew my life was going to be way worse than it usually had. I was never going to know peace again.

But then what could I do? I didn't want to suffer as a sex slave at his hands. I had never known a man nor did I know my mate yet.

But then again I didn't want to die, I wanted to live. I had to live on so I couldn't kill myself. 

At that moment, I realized I was out of options and there was nothing I could do about it.

It was either I kill myself or try to escape. But then the two options were equally dangerous.

The first one was far better as I was going to go straight to the afterlife, but I was unwilling to die yet.

The second which was to escape was the most dangerous. I would be doomed if I were caught.

But then I was going to get my freedom if I should escape successfully. After deciding, I made up my mind to escape from the Pack at all costs. No matter what was going to happen, I was going to make sure I leave.

I would bid my time but I would leave when everyone least suspected. I could not live with a monster. He would devour me for his meal.

As we exited the Pack, something flashed in my memory causing me to turn my attention back to the Pack. I darted my eyes back to the almost razed house. I had been so preoccupied that I didn't even remember him. Where was Elvis? I wondered.