Chapter 3- Killian

Stalking towards the dungeons to check on my other potential slaves from the round of people we wanted revenge on. Most of them were guards and other staff who mistreated us. The guards were the worst when it came to the female slaves. They raped, the assaulted, and the enjoyed every mometn of it. The guards would find reasons to beat the shit out a male slave. They were brutal and unforgiving. I find my Beta Emett in the dungeons slicing up and guard who had ass raped Emmett. 

When Emmett sees me he drops the knife, washes his hands, and then walks towards me with a very satisfied look on his face. Emmett is my best friend and my cousin. We grew up together, we were slaves together, we escaped together, and we took back what was ours together. 

“Ah it’s a good morning when you get a little bit of revenge,” He takes a deep breath to smell the blood and fear in the dungeon like it’s fucking fresh air. Emmett is just as twisted as I am. Both turned into monsters from the horrors committed against us. “Speaking of revenge, how was brutally deflowering the former princess?” He asks as we leave the dungeons. I hadn't expected to find Emmett here. I came here to work a little of my frustrations out on my prisoners who definitely deserve what they are getting. 

I sigh. I’m not ready to have this conversation with anyone because I haven’t decided fully what to do. I can’t exactly hold up to my word now that I know the truth. Even though I’m having a hard time digesting the truth. It's’ not a pill I intended to swallow and part of me wishes Clara kept her fucking mouth shut last night. It wouldn't have mattered though because eventually I would have met with Nora to reward her and she would have told me then. Truth is, meeting with Nora kept getting pushed back due to my new Alpha King duties. I wouldn't have probably met with her till weeks from now. At least then I would have been able to at least fulfill my promises to Emmett and Iris. Although, that might make finding out the truth that much worse. Knowing what we had planned waiting weeks to meet with Nora would surely have meant that horrible things were done to Clara. I might have even done her introduction by then. That thought makes my skin crawl. I couldn’t watch that now. I can’t watch half dozen of my best warriors plus Emmett raping her, making her do sexual acts, causeing her pain and humilation. The thought now makes my skin crawl because of the damn truth. 

“It was something that I’ll say.” Trying to not have to talk about the cold hard truth that keeps slapping me in the face. 

“Oh come on I want details so I have something to hold me over till you allow me to have my turn with her. Is her body as beautiful as her porcelain face?’

“Yes, she is a damn sight to behold. Emmett we might have a problem. I don't think I can let you do what you want to her.” 

“What are you talking about? We’ve been planning this for years. Make sure you keep her cunt nice and tight for me. I want to be the next person after you to fuck her.” 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This is not going to be easy. I’m going to have to find a compromise to at least give Emmett and Iris what I promised. Everyone else can go fuck themselves because I didn’t promise them shit. I just had intentions to let them do what they wanted to her. 

“I found out the truth of the burned cloaked slave girl.” I state gritting my teeth. This is going to be fun I think sarcastically to myself as I try to keep my irritation down. 

“What the hell does Claret have to do with the princess?”

Fuck me Emmett is brain dead. He is a warrior. His large build alone gives him strength. His shaved head makes him look intimidating. He’s muscular and built like a damn brick house. I’m slightly different. I’m muscular and tall like Emmett, but I’m just not as large physically, however there really is not too much difference between our bodies 

“Claret is the princess. Nora just confirmed everything to me. Not just that, but the princess was just as much a victim to her father’s cruelty as we were.”  I informed him.

“That can’t be right, Claret was a wolf, we could smell that she was.” Emmett states confused. 

“Nora and the princess were clever. They disguised her scent with Nora’s so no one would know. They couldn’t risk the princess being caught by someone who would tell her father. So they cleverly came up with a story about a burned disfigured slave that needed to wear a cloak to hide herself. It was a very well planned out thing they had going to help us. Nora told me the princess never hurt her, instead she protected her. She even protected Nora from her father raping her which caused him to break the princess’s ribs.” 

“I can't be hearing you correctly. Are you sure Nora isn’t brainwashed?”

“She is definitely not brainwashed. Trust me I wish she was because it would make everything so much easier. If I let you have Clara for a night you can’t hurt her. You can be rough because I am that way with her, but you can not ass rape her till she is bloodly like the guard did to you.” 

“She can’t be Claret. There has to be another explanation. Maybe they are both lying. Even if they aren't,  does it really matter? She is her father’s daughter. She has to pay for his sins on some level. She can't be that innocent. She just can’t be.” Denial is a slave's best friend and right now Emmett is seriously in denial. If I thought I was in denial last night that is nothing compared to the denial that Emmett has. 

“I wish it wasn’t true either. I’m not sure what to do. I just condemned the very girl that saved my life to be my slave. I savagely took her virginity last night because I didn’t want it to be true. I almost whipped her because I was convinced she was lying, but I held back. My anger didn't want me to, but my instincts did. Turns out my instincts were right.” 

“I can’t believe it. George was a monster; his daughter was to be one too. They always seemed so close. He praised her all the time for her singing and beauty.” 

Fuck I’m an idiot. I knew I recognized the voice singing to me that night. I had heard it dozens of times before. I was too weak to properly place the voice. I honestly just chalked it up to being weak and feverish that I thought I knew her voice because in the back of my mind I knew I had never heard Claret sing before. 

“It was a show, a facade. George was just putting his prized pig out for show.” Damn it he really was. I can see that now. I was so blinded by hate and anger that I didn’t see that he was putting on a show. Clara is a very good actress, but then if she wasn’t he would have hurt her. Oh, why do these revelations keep getting worse?

“Alright, so what if it’s true. So she saved you and helped us, but that doesn't make up for what her father did to us. We hate her don’t we?”

“Yes, I still hate her, but that doesn't mean our hate is correct. Shouldn't we know that better than anyone? George hated werewolves, everyone knew that. His hate was wrong, everything he did was wrong. Aren’t we supposed to be better? It’s one thing to get revenge on those who actually did us harm, but the princess actually never did us harm. We thought wrong about her because that’s what George wanted. He wanted her to appear a certain way and so she had no choice but to do so. She was trapped. Not to mention one very big thing. She never told her father of our escape plan. I told her that night, I wasn’t thinking, but it didn't matter because she never betrayed me to him. She might be the very reason we are even free in the first place. For all I know she made sure the guards were distracted that night because if you remember we didn't encounter any guards like we were supposed to.” Fuck I  need to stop talking. I’m only hurting myself at this damn point.  

“I don’t like it when you are logical.” Emmett comments annoyed.

“Right now I don't like it either. I’m not saying we set her free, we need to modify some of our original plans. You know that right?”

Emmett growls. “Yes I know. I still can’t accept the truth. It doesn't feel right.” 

“That’s because we are fucking wrong on this and we know it, but we are struggling to get past our anger and hatred. We are so focused on revenge because it is what we have craved for so long that we might have almost done something just as bad as George. I’m not introducing her. She doesn't deserve that.” I state firmly. I’m clearing that topic up right now. 

“Oh come on, I was looking forward to that.” Emmett is like a child who just got told he can't have cake. 

“Do you really think she deserves it after knowing the truth?” 

“Not exactly, but we could make her introduction not so cruel.” He suggests.

I sigh. Compromise has become a new word I find myself thinking of a lot lately. I don’t think can’t make Clara go through an introduction, not now. I’m not even sure I want anyone else touching her now. Maybe I can get past Emmett having her once or twice, it’s not the first time we’ve shared a girl. Still, can I do that to her? Isn’t what I did last night bad enough, or does she deserve it on some level? 

“I don’t know about an introduction. The limitations I’m going to put on it aren’t going to make it worth it. You also know there are many who will take it out on her if they can. You really think you and the warriors will be able to hold yourselves back?” 

“I’m not saying I can, but damn, I wanted a proper introduction for her. I had so many ideas.” Is he actually disappointed he doesn’t get to rape her in front a crowd? I know I’m a dark twisted monster and honestly I get his disappointment. I had been looking forward to the introduction as well. I had planned on making it as brutal as possible, but I don't think I can do that to her now. 

“Let me think about it, alright. I just found out the truth. I have a lot to think about and I will do my best to come up with a compromise for you and Iris, but you know we can’t do unspeakable things to her like we planned. We can’t make her suffer every pain we did.” 

Emmett grunts his approval. I can tell he’s annoyed at me. I might regret this, but I can’t have him annoyed at me right now I need him. He’s my beta which is basically like a king's advisor in the human world. I can’t have him upset with me while we are conducting important business, which is exactly what we will be doing tomorrow when we meet with a diplomat from another werewolf kingdom

 “Come to bed chambers in a half hour. I’ll appease you with something.” 

Emmett nods his head in approval. I can tell he's getting lost in his thoughts. I leave Emmett and tell him to keep his mouth shut about the truth for now till I figure more out. I remind him to tell Nora the same thing. I head back to my chambers. I’ve been gone for a few hours now. I don't like leaving Clara alone because part of me doesn't trust her, but she would not be safe in a dungeon or the servant corridors. 

The guards outside bow to me as I walk in. I find Clara sitting on the edge of the bed. She is cleaned up and in her nightgown from last night. She looks at me and I’m positive she was crying at one point, but she is trying to hide it. She quickly stands and her fear permeates the room like a sweet fragrance I could get drunk off of. 

“Come here.” I demand and she does what she’s told. “Strip” I command.

 She swallows hard, but doesn’t hesitate. I know she didn't hesitate because she is afraid of what I’ll do if she does. I left a very scary impression of myself on her last night. I wonder if she regrets helping me and not telling her father about my escape? Then I remember something she said last night. She wanted me to escape because she hoped I was her freedom from her father's cruelty. I wasn’t here knight in shining armour like she hoped I’d be. I ended up being her worst nightmare. 

I go behind her. I have to keep focused right now. I’m trying to compromise with Emmett. I won’t let him fcuk her, I don't trust him right now with that. I will let him possibly touch her. I don’t exactly have a plan here, but he will be here soon. I wrapped one arm around her belly and the other around her chest pulled her to me. I do want to feel her against me because for some reason I enjoy her close to me. 

“Turns out you weren’t lying. Unfortunately, I can’t free you. I also made some promises that I have to keep in some fashion. For now I will be the only one who gets to bed you. You will also work as my scribe alongside Nora who is now my secretary.” 

I move my hands to her nipples, but instead of being harsh and causing pain. I do it slowly and with slight pressure to give her a little pleasure. I’m going to allow her pleasure only to take it from her when Emmett gets here. She leans her head back on my shoulder. Her arousal is starting to flood the room along with her fear. I know she is tender from last night. I wasn’t not gentle on her body and I really shouldn’t fuck her again so soon. Damn it, it almost sounds like I care and that is very much a problem I can’t have right now. 

There is a knock at my door. I tell Emmett to enter. When he does I let go of Clara’s nipples. Her head whips from my chest like she doesn't want to get caught doing something she shouldn't. I still have my arms on her. I move her hair to one side and then bite her bare shoulder. She cries out. Emmett looks so thrilled to see her in pain. I guess he’s still in denial. Emmet approaches us. 

“She really is something. I think she might be the prettiest human I’ve ever seen.” He stops right in front of her. Her fear is now very evident. “Can I touch her?” I nod my head before I change my mind. I give him a warning look that says don't be too rough, this is hard enough for her. 

Emmett grabs her breasts and palms them while I step back slightly. I watch as he moves his hands over her body enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. I know because I like her soft smooth skin too. He forces her to her knees. He undoes his belt. He looks at me for approval and I nod my head. He pulls out his cock which is almost as big as mine. I walk up behind her and lean down. 

“Just like you did last night, slave.” I command harshly. 

“Yes, Master.” She replies barely above a whisper. 

She takes him in her mouth and he growls in satisfaction. I can see Clara shaking. Her fear has just gotten stronger in scent. The arousal I smelled forming on her before is now gone. It bothers me and since it does it’s even more confirmation the introduction isn’t a good idea at all. I hate that I’m not enjoying this because the anger in my heart wants to enjoy this so much, but the part of me that is apprehensive is because the truth was like removing a blinder, one that I didn’t want lifted, but I know I needed it. 

I focus on Clara admiring her body. She has a full hourglass figure which compliments her medium breasts. Her ass is heart shaped. Her face is between a heart shape and a teardrop. It's a beautiful combination. Her silky warm brown hair has a slight natural wave and goes to her mid back. Her porcelain skin and rosy pink lips complete her beauty. No one can deny that the former princess isn’t a beautiful woman. Now she is my slave. She is mine just like I always intended her to be, I just didn't expect her to be the person she is which somehow adds to her allure. 

Emmett grunts his release. I know he will expect something more than just her sucking his cock. “Get on the bed and on your back, slave.” I bark the order at her which causes her to jump. 

She quickly does what she is told. I can’t let Emmett take her, I don’t trust him with her especially with that look on his face. It’s a look of lust, hate, determination, and revenge. He will not hold back. He will split her in two  for the fun of it. So I approached her near the bed. Her terrified look gives everything away. She is slightly shaking. The look in her eyes is begging me for something, but I don't know what it is. Relation dawns on me. She doesn’t want Emmett to bed her. She keeps glancing at him and then looking at me with the plea in her eyes. I doubt she wants me to bed her given the fact that I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up making her hate me with what I have to do to keep my promises. I’m not sure why I care if she hates me because I still hate her even knowing the truth. The hate planted in my heart for Clara is strong, but my connection with her alternate identity is also strong. They are clashing inside of me like two warriors in a battle. For the first time in my life I am internally conflicted.

In the past my convictions were so clear. I knew who I wanted revenge on and how I would get it. I also knew those who I would reward for their loyalty and good deeds. Except now I’m getting revenge on the same person I was going to reward. Then there is the complications of what I promised Iris and Emmett. Two people I don't want to disappoint. Two people who deserve what I promised. The problem is I made those promises when I shouldn’t have. Now, I’m stuck in one hell of a disaster that only seems to keep growing like a damn disease. My situation and life just got extremely complicated and I don’t exactly know how to fix it.