Chapter Three

Lisa Pov

“That cunning bitch,”

I heard him before I saw him, and he was terribly angry. I tried to run, but Axel angrily pulled my silver collar, smashing me against the floor.

“What did you hear?” he yelled.

“Nothing,” I whimpered, writhing in pain while struggling to escape his vicious grip.

“You lying bitch,” he yelled and hit me in the face.

Axel might look old and haggard, but he was an alpha, a powerful alpha; and this alpha was hitting me with all his might. I probably would have been able to withstand his vicious blows if my wolf wasn’t weakened with the silver collar wrapped around my neck, but I was weaker than a human and vulnerable to his attacks.

“What did you hear, bloody eavesdropper?” he bellowed again, louder than the last time.

“Nothing, please,” I pleaded.

“Time to visit the dungeon,” he snarled and began to drag me against the cold, hard floor. I tried to fight back, but he was too strong.

I feared the dungeon. It was supposed to cage feral wolves but had turned into my torture room. My worst days were spent in that dungeon and I dreaded going back there. I cried, pleaded, and wailed but Axel didn’t stop until he dragged me into the dimly-lit dungeon and bound my limbs to heavy, silver chains that were strong enough to hold a very powerful werewolf.

“I am going to ask you this one more time before this gets ugly,” he snarled at me, “what did you hear?”

“I swear,” I replied, tears streaming down my swollen eyes while my body glistened with sweat despite the chilly wind that blew ravenously, “I didn’t hear anything

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“Maybe this silver dagger coated in wolfs-bane would jog your memory,” his eyes gleamed cheerily, and I was certain he enjoyed torturing me.

“Please,” I pleaded, but he didn’t stop. In fact, my pleas seemed to urge him on.

I felt the sharp dagger pierce my wrist, and everything blurred.

The torture seemed to last about a week, and I barely held on to my last breath. I prayed for death, yet hoped to live. I drifted in and out of consciousness so much that I could easily pass as a ghost.

“Lisa” Dante’s voice shook me awake, and I hastily scrambled away from him, fearing that Axel had come to continue the torture, “Don’t worry.”

Dante immediately placated me in a soft voice, “It’s me. My father’s away on pack’s business. I’m not going to hurt you. Here,” he placed a bottle of water to my lips, and I gulped hungrily, grateful for the flicker of life the water restored.

“Why are you doing this?” I was suspicious of Dante. He was Axel’s son after all, and he had no reason to be nice to me.

“You know,” Dante began to smile sheepishly as he inched closer to me, “we could work out an arrangement. You take care of my erection, while I make sure Father releases you.”

“What?” I yelled in disbelief. I was ragged, battered, tortured, and bleeding, yet this demon wanted to lay with me, “no.”

My resistance made no difference as Dante pounced on me. I was chained and unable to resist his aggressive advances. Somehow, I preferred Axel’s torture to Dante’s lust. Like his father, my pleas seemed to excite him and he ravenously peeled my ragged clothes off my bloody body. I celebrated my eighteenth birthday last winter, and my nubile body was still developing, yet, it excited Dante.

I felt his palm on my perky boobs, and I fell into despair. Though my mouth was shut, I prayed fervently with my heart. I called the moon goddess to send help with all my heart.

“So soft,” Dante murmured as he explored my body, while his erection grazed my thighs. His hands flickered down my navel until it was rubbing against my fresh, shaven vagina. Just when I was about to lose hope, help came.

“Dante!” Klaus, Axel’s beta, growled angrily, and Dante scampered away from me, “Unless you want the alpha to know what you’re up to, you’d leave now.”

Dante was unhappy and reluctantly sauntered out, but not before he shot me a glance that seemed to say he’ll get me next time. Immediately after Dante exited the dungeon, Aurora came in to attend to my wounds. Aurora was Klaus’s wife, and they were the only ones that cared for me in the pack.

“We need to take off these chains, Klaus,” Aurora called to her husband while she tended to my wounds.

“I can’t,” he replied, “only the guard and Axel have the keys, and unless we bribe the guard…”

The couple exchanged a long glance, and I knew they were communicating through their wolf. I sincerely hoped their conversation would favour me.

“Axel would kill me,” Klaus said.

“He wouldn’t know,” his wife replied, “she needs to know and escape.”

“Know what?” I asked, but they both ignored me as though I didn’t exist.

“Fine,” Klaus replied after what seemed like an eternity of silence and dashed over to me, “You’re a very important wolf, Lisa and you have the burden of a prophecy hanging around your neck.”

“What?” I was extremely confused.

“I’ll make arrangements with the guard to help you escape before Axel gets back,” he continued before I could ask any question, and turned to his wife, “literally dragging her out of the dungeon, we need to leave. We’ve risked too much coming here.”

A myriad of questions swam in my mind while I waited for my escape. I must have drifted to sleep because I was woken up by the guard, a rough-looking man with few words to speak.

“Klaus told you?” he asked, and I nodded, “Good.”

He freed me of my chains and collars and bundled me to a waiting chariot, and hastily rushed out of the neighbourhood. The guard never answered any of my questions, and I soon learned to keep quiet and endure the bumpy ride. After what seemed like an eternity, he abruptly stopped by the edge of a dark daunting forest.

“Pack borders,” he grunted and pushed me off the cart, “this is as far as I go. Aurora asked to give you these,” he tossed a small bag to my arms. “Run, girl, and never look back. If Axel catches you, he’ll fry you alive.”

“To where?” I asked, but he’d already driven off, “run to where?”

I took a deep sigh and turned towards the forest.

“Ready, Nessa?”

“Ready,” I felt my wolf speak, and dashed into the forest.

I was alone and scared, but ready to figure out the prophecy about me, and make my own destiny.