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2025-09-05 08:37:53The Alpha’s Chambers
The warriors’ hands never loosened as they dragged me through the long stone corridors of the packhouse. Their footsteps echoed, heavy and unforgiving, while mine stumbled against the polished floor. Every corridor smelled of smoke, damp earth, and dominance. Torches flickered along the walls, their light throwing twisted shadows that seemed to mock me. Wolves in servant garb peeked from doorways, curiosity shining in their eyes, but none dared to intervene. I knew where they were taking me. Everyone did. The Alpha’s chambers. My stomach twisted into knots. Omegas whispered about what happened behind those closed doors—punishments, screams, pleasures taken whether offered or not. No one came out the same. My heart hammered, but I forced my chin up. I refused to enter his den broken. Not yet. The guards pushed open the tall double doors that were adorned with the Black Fang crest.. The chamber inside was massive, its walls draped with heavy black curtains, the fire blazing high in the hearth. Furs covered the floor, and the bed at the center was carved from dark wood, its size meant to remind anyone who entered that power lived here. With a glass of wine in hand, Damien relaxed in a chair by the fireplace.. His eyes found mine immediately, sharp and cold as winter frost. “You may leave,” he told the guards, his tone carrying the weight of command. They released me instantly and retreated. The doors closed with a heavy thud that sealed me in. The silence pressed on my ears. I stood rooted to the spot, every muscle taut with fear. Slowly, Damien put down his glass and stood up straight. He moved with predatory ease, each step deliberate, until he stood before me. “You defied me,” he said, tilting his head, studying me as though I were something curious he’d caught in a trap. “Before the entire pack.” His hand reached out, brushing my chin where he had gripped me earlier. The touch was deceptively gentle, but his eyes promised cruelty. “I should punish you.” His voice was soft, almost thoughtful. “Make you beg for mercy.” My body trembled, but I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms. If he expected me to cry, to crumble, he would be disappointed. I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Do what you want. I’ll survive.” For the briefest moment, something flickered in his expression—surprise, then amusement. “You’ve got fire,” Damien murmured. “Good. I like my toys unbroken.” My stomach turned, but I stood straighter. His words didn’t strip me of my vow. They sharpened it. Chains and Vows Damien circled me like a wolf sizing up prey. His presence pressed on my senses, dominance heavy in the air. My wolf whimpered deep inside me, urging submission, but I clenched my jaw and stood tall. “His voice was low and purposeful as he said, "You don't understand what it means to belong to me yet." “But you will.” He snapped his fingers. From a cabinet, he pulled a thin silver chain, gleaming in the firelight. My chest tightened. Silver burned wolves—it didn’t kill, but it scarred. My instincts screamed to back away, but my legs refused to move. He stepped close, so close I felt the heat of his body, the raw power radiating from him. With deliberate care, he clasped the chain around my wrist. It seared instantly, pain shooting up my arm. I gasped, biting back a cry. The metallic tang of my own blood filled my mouth where I bit my lip too hard. Damien’s smile deepened at my silence. “Good girl. Stronger than you look.” I lifted my wrist, the chain burning into my skin, and forced myself to meet his eyes. “This doesn’t make me yours.” Gasps echoed in my head as if the whole pack could hear my defiance. But only silence filled the chamber. Damien’s eyes blazed with a dangerous light. For a long moment, I thought he might strike me. Instead, he leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing my ear. “Keep fighting, Elena. I’ll enjoy breaking you piece by piece.” His words crawled down my spine, venomous and cold. But as he turned away, dismissing me like I was already conquered, I made a silent vow. I may be chained, but I am not broken. I will survive this. I will endure. And when the moment comes, I will be free. My heart beat faster, not from fear this time, but from resolve. Damien thought he had won. But the game had just begun.
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