Chapter 3_ The Mate

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Andra winched painfully as she slowly peeled her eyes open. She was laying down on the cold cement floor with her hands and legs chained up. 

She tried to articulate her thoughts and remember how she got into her situation in the first place when the big iron door was pushed open and a man as large as life walked in.

She has never seen someone that big before.

He was wearing a black pants and a black hoodie which covered almost half of his face.

"You're awake, I thought I'll have to hit you with another wolfsbane." He grumbled. Andra was put in a trance by his voice. His voice was so deep and strong, she has never heard a man sound like that before.

She was so focused on his voice when the realization of what he said and the position she was in hit her.

"Wh….. what?" She stuttered.

"Bring me the water pitcher, it seems like this bitch isn't fully awake yet." He ordered in a disrespectful, malicious tone to his slaves.

Before Andra could think of anything, her face was splashed with water, she coughed violently as the water hit her nose and mouth forcefully.

She made to stand up but a force grip on her jaw sat her back on the floor. A loud growl resonated through the dungeon and Andra shivered.

That was the most powerful growl she ever heard. It forced submission through her body and she laid limp on the floor.

"That's it, bitch. Respect your King." He stated and grabbed her jaw again. Andra shook away his hold on her and glared weakly at him. Her body was weak, including her system, she must have been injected with wolfsbane, she wasn't thinking clearly.

"Who are you, why am I here?" She questioned.

A sharp sting on her cheek made her eyes droopy for some minutes and her teeth connecting with her jaw.

"You don't reject my touch, you stinking daughter of a cunt! You are nothing but a slave, you are not worthy of being a slave." He spattered and spit on her before taking a step back. 

"I am not a slave, I am not……" She couldn't complete her sentence and a heavy blow landed on both cheek. 

One by one her brain started to reset. Things started getting clearer to her.

Wolfsbane. Struggles. Big Lycans. Pain. Dungeon. 

Damn, she had been kidnapped.

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She pulled on the shackles around her hand forcefully as they burned and bruised her pale skin. "What do you want?" She growled.

Pain was like a normal dose of medicine for her at the moment, she wasn't feeling the pains nor did she flinch.

"What I want is simple, Monet precious daughter, I want you to suffer." He grumbled sardonically and groaned. "I can't wait to start with you."

Hearing the word "Monet precious daughter" even in her state of mind she could tell that she has been mistaken once again for her stepsister.

Planning to keep it cool, she swallowed the lump in her throat and jutted her chin upward.

"Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck am I here? What is all this!" She yelled frantically.

"Bow to your king and your owner, slave. To you it is, Master." Garrett said and wrapped his hand around her neck. " In this dungeon you're a slave, my slave. You're not the Gamma's daughter in here but my slave." 

Andra couldn't understand whatever was going on she was trying to make sense of it but the more she tried the more she find it as a joke, how did she end up in a dungeon with chains all around her and a psychopath calling her his slave? How did she end up at the mercy of her cruel Alpha King? And why would he want to take Mona?

"The wolfsbane in her system is making her act a bit retarded, an antidote should be given to her." One of his slaves said.

Garrett growled loudly and grabbed the slave's neck, within a second he snapped her neck and threw her against the brick wall.

"I hate being told what to do." He mumbled.

Andra's eyes widened at what she saw and fear out of nowhere paralyzed her.

"Now, what should I do with you?" He asked in a sinister voice.

****

It has been a week since Andra was in the dungeon, still chained up, on the floor, the coldness of the cement sipping through her skin.

She just wanted to go outside. To see the sunlight. To watch the stars. But those were just wishful thinking. 

She knew that there was no way she would get away from Garrett. There was no way he would let her out of the dungeon. It has been a week since she last saw the brightness of the day, a week of total darkness.

He hates her. She could see it in his posture, she could feel it.

She hasn't seen him since the day she was brought here nor have she seen what his face looked like. 

She felt pathetic.

She could hear sounds of chains on the door and soon the large iron door was pushed open and a guard walked in with a plate of food.

He dropped the food on the ground before her carelessly, spilling half of it on the floor and glared at her.

"Your food." He bit out angrily.

Andra stared at the food that looked like a dog shît and glanced away.

"You either eat or you die, either way it is your loss." The guard said before walking away.

She crawled closer to the food and her body shook furiously and her stomach growled. 

She hasn't been given food since two days ago and she was famished.

As she ate the food while the chains around her hand clanked against each other, her thought went back to the King.

He has always been feared. She heard stories of how he kills without regret, how he makes even the strongest of men go limp in his presence.

How would she face him?

****

That evening she was still in the dungeon when the door was pushed open and a man as big as a giant walked in, he had a wide shoulder and a big hand, his face was yet again covered by a hoodie.

Andra shifted back against the wall, her eyes flying everywhere but his figure.

He walked towards her and grabbed her chin forcefully, his fingers digging into her jaw. "Whenever I walk in you address me accordingly. Do you understand?" He questioned but she kept quiet, refusing to acknowledge him.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back violently then pushed down his hoodie from his head, the moment their eyes met, Andra froze.

Andra's wolf flipped all over her stomach excitedly while Andra and Garrett kept staring at each other.

"Mate." She uttered and he released his hold from her body instantly, causing her to hit her head on the brick wall and she winched.

"Don't you ever call me that again. You are a slave! The moon goddess must be hîgh of something when she made you my so-called mate." He growled. " Stand up."