Dejected

The element was grave this night, and everything seemed very murky and in an uproar, as was the soul hurdled in the corner of a cell_in a dejected spirit.

The pattering of the rain on the dungeon roofs was the only evidence of the storm around her. Her thoughts were in shambles cascading everywhere, just as the breeze blew liquid in every direction of the horrifying dark cells.

With every rumble of thunder across the gloaming sky, there was a returned quaking of her body, in harmony with the climate and fear of the unknown.

Last month she was free and happy with her beloved mate. Today she is a prisoner to one of the fearsome packs in the Western Pacific region. Something she just found out yesterday after being dragged embarrassingly out of her small cottage in the woods.

Her name was Samantha Austin. A lowly Omega who was recently banished from her pack after being accused of killing her mate. On the verge of uncertainty and confusion, and not knowing what else to do to save herself from the feral creatures out there__rogues, wolf hunters, and Vampires, she had kept running with nothing to her name, until she came across this pack.

At first, she was relieved that she has found a peaceful abode, yet, she was afraid. Here in the Western Pacific, it was a major taboo for a rogue wolf to seek settlement among other packs. If caught, that would be considered treason. She knew, yet, she didn’t have a choice.

Samantha, formerly called Sam by her friends back at her pack, wasn’t one that was cut out for a rogue life. Right from birth, she was catered for by her parents, until they passed away when she was 17. Since then, she has worked hard at the Alpha’s house to remain on her feet, until her former mate, Derrick found her.

They had been the happiest couple ever until Derrick came home one night and told her about a secret. A secret which later took his life the next day when he went out to work. He was a warrior of the pack which aggravated them so much that they didn’t want to hear her side of the story when they caught her crying on top of his shredded body.

She was devastated and still is. She could never kill the love of her life for anything in the world. She has only felt it when he was attacked and had run in the direction her feet led her before coming across his lifeless mate, his intestines scattered all over, leaving him staring coldly, his eyes full of untold pain, at the world.

Just by seeing him, she had known which people did it. However, her pack didn’t believe her.

Now, she was going through the agony of losing a mate, and wrongly being accused of killing him( which was incited by her mate’s parents who never liked her).

One day, just when she thought she was adjusting to her new environment, she woke up to an unconscious man at her doorstep. She wanted to leave him. God knows she wanted to run away from the cottage and continue searching for a better place to settle_Nonetheless the kind woman in her wouldn’t let her. She had taken him in and nursed him back to health at the detriment of her safety. And then, the next day she went out to look for a job in town and came home to an empty space.

No gratitude. No explanation.

She should have been grateful that he left her, right? No presence, no troubles. That was what she thought, and went on with her life.

She made a new friend in town and had out of openness shared her terrible story with her. Now, her wide mouth has landed her into the greatest trouble she was certain she might not make it out of.

Samantha jolted up from the cold ground when haughty footfalls fell across the floorboards leading to the dungeon.

It was a long hall with several cells on each side. It seemed they were presently three in different cells now. The other two seem to have resigned to their fate. But Sam still nursed a little hope.

She jumped to her feet, running to the barrier and shaking it furiously. “Please, let me out! I will explain. I did nothing wrong, please,” she cried, the footfalls getting closer.

She wanted to call out once more but paused as she noticed it was indeed her cell the feet were padding to.

A hunky man of about 6ft soon appeared, his face scattered with red splotches and masked into a deep grimace. She moved back when he reached her cell and began unlocking the gate.

“Come here you little noisy weasel!” he advanced menacing at her, the back of his coarse hands jamming across her face. “Do you think we should all develop ear puss all because of your empty defiance? The rule was, no noise! Come along, hussy!” he grabbed Sam who was still reeling from the pressure of the wallop on her tender face.

He dragged her all the way out of the endless hall until they made it out to open ground.

He locked the dungeon gate and turned to her, “The elders are waiting at the council. I am taking you there so your miserable death can be decided at once. I am tired of your headless animosity. Who knows who next you will kill if we allow you roam free?” he yanked her forward with a lethal look in his eyes. Sam knew better than to resist.

True to his word, he hauled her to another hall that wasn’t far from the dungeon. In the hall, her eyes met with a few people seated at a round table, their faces looking all bored as if they would prefer to be any place but there.

“Is she the one?” a melodious voice coursed in the air. Sam’s eyes trailed to the voice to stop at an aged blonde hair woman. Her eyes remained focused on the woman because somehow she reminded her of someone. She was indeed an epitome of great beauty.

“She looks too delicate for a miscreant if you ask me,” the woman drawled lazily, her red blotched fingers finding an edible in a plate on the table, and playing with it_her eyes not leaving the prisoner.

“On your knees, loser!” the hunky mean man kicked Sam to the floor. Sam winced as her knees collided with the hard floor, quick to regain her poise from her face joining her knees.

“Go easy on her Dablo. Someone about to die should at least taste a little respect as courtesy demands,” Sam’s watered eyes and rose once more to meet that of another girl of about her age. She looked very vain in Sam’s opinion, as she decided she doesn’t like the girl. The tears slid down her eyes as her life replayed before her. She was innocent yet she is going to die. Life is deeply unfair to the low and meek. She figured.

“Where is that recalcitrant boy? Why would an Alpha come late to the prosecution of a traitor in his pack?” another man in his 50s grated, his façade mixed with animosity.

“Take it easy, Lucien. Our son has gone through a lot in the last week from the attack. He is still recovering before this…” she trailed off, her eyes swimming to Sam whose face fell to the ground instantly. “Maybe we should just__”

The door leading to the outside abruptly swung open, getting everyone’s attention. Sam at the same time whirled around to look and was flummoxed to the core as her eyes met with the man standing before her.

Her patient from four days ago.

He seemed alarmed too, as his gait fell to a trot. “You?” his fingers raised at

Sam.

Her eye widened and fell to the front immediately as she recognized that maybe he indeed still recognize her.

So he is the Alpha?

Sam promptly made peace with her death. There is no way he is going to let her go. Not after what happened.

The next thing, he was standing in front of the hall, close to the other people.

“Son, what___”

“You understand that what you did was indeed a crime of great esteem that requires you be executed?” his booming voice melded every other in the hall.

His aura was powerful, taming especially someone of lower rank as

Samantha,

“Yes, “ she whimpers on the ground, triggering more tears.

“You came into this pack, after being banished from your pack for doing something very heinous. And you think we won’t find out!?” the Alpha continued, ignoring the ache her suffering was also causing him.

He had felt it even from the first day after her scent had hit him hard, back in that cottage.

He was mad. He was beyond mad that the moon goddess had to do this to him. Of all the people to make his mate__it has to be a wingless banished

Omega.

“I am innocent,” Sam cries out, “I didn’t do it. I swear,”

The Alpha chuckled, getting more irritated with her susceptible behavior. “And that is supposed to make us do what? Accept your uncouth act? You committed treason!”

Sam broke down, unable to hold herself anymore. This was too much for her. Just in two weeks, so much misfortune has befallen her. What has she done wrong?

The Alpha exhaled loudly, getting more furious at the bond between them and how it was making him sensitive to her emotions. Why do they even have to find her? He had left that day, telling himself that with the location of the cottage at the outskirts of the pack from the Northern sphere, no one would venture into her. That he would escape the burden that was about to have him in.

He must do something about it. There is always something. When though it would hurt them both.

“I will set you free from the label of a traitor_” he raised his hand to halt his father who was about to interrupt him, “I will release you from the punishment of death,”

“What madness!” a brisk voice hollered from behind.

“But only on one condition,” the Alpha continued in a high baritone, neglecting the upheaval from the elders.

“You are going to be my personal slave,” At once, everywhere went silent.