Chapter 7 - Scarred

CHAPTER 7   

RUDINA

I wake up in a room filled with the scent of pancakes. I turn to see a woman by the bed forking some into her mouth. It dripped of honey and some of it was on the side of her lip. She licks it away with her tongue and closes her eyes to revel in the goodness. 

I watch the goddess carefully and wonder if such beauty had ever existed before her. Her skin was so smooth, I could have had all my meals off it. I watched from her feet to the tip of her head. She had the longest legs I had ever laid my eyes on and they ended in a very tiny waist. She wore skinny jeans and a crop top. Her breast stood firmly beneath her shirt. I moved to her face and noticed how not a single spot could be found. She opened her eyes and those same gorgeous green eyes stared at me. 

”You’re awake!” She beams.

She gets off the couch and comes to seat beside me. She smells of vanilla and a hint of cinnamon. After passing through so many packs, I had learnt much about everything. From cooking to business to hunting and everything else one could imagine. Being silent all the time meant you spent a lot of time committing things to memory. At Silver Moon pack, I had learned almost every spice that existed because I was a slave to their Luna and she loved to cook.

I nod at her, not knowing how to form the words in my head. I didn't know what to think I wasn't even sure these people were as good as they claimed. 

I had been so exhausted during the journey but I was too scared to fall asleep. I did not know what had happened to me or how I got on the bed. 

” Do you know where you are?” The lady asks me

I shake my head and for the first time, I notice that I do not feel any pain. Usually, even the slightest movement hurt and I was somehow not feeling any pain. I start to panic and try to get up but my entire body feels like lead and my motions are sluggish. I look at the woman wide-eyed. I knew what was happening. She intended to keep me in bed while Lowell and Volk come to rape me.

As if reading my thoughts, she places a hand on mine.

”This is the Red Crescent, and out many things, we are known for our virtue. You do not need to be scared of anything here.” She says to me.

I had heard about the red crescent. After passing through so many packs, I knew about their history and they were a strong and dominating pack. 

”The man who saved you was Lowell and my mate. My name is Ashina.” She continues with a proud smile.

My heart eases to the thought of having her and Lowell as couples. Now that she mentioned it, I could tell that she equally carried the warm air that her husband did except she looked exactly like Volk.

”Not that I am proud to say it right now but I am Volk’s sister. Please forgive his behaviour. He is not always so ill-mannered. Power just comes before anything with him.” She says.

All the while, I had not said a word and she didn't seem upset by it. I felt bad and wanted to speak but no words were coming out of my mouth. 

She gets up and takes the breakfast tray set on the table. I had not even glanced at the room and when I do, I find it exquisite. 

The walls were made of red bricks with peach curtains draped from almost every wall. As the wind blows in the room, the curtains before me open and I find sliding glass doors behind them. I spy it open into a balcony carrying a hammock. The room has a massive bed with white sheets that I was laying on with a couch at the opposite end, where Ashina had sat. A wardrobe and a mirror are standing beside it and a coffee table standing on a Turkish rug in the middle of the room.

My eyes fall back on Ashina as she withdraws the tray from the coffee table. She sets it aside on the bed then fluff's a pillow. She holds me and helps me to a sitting position as she supports my back with two pillows.

”Thank you.” I mutter. 

My voice comes out in a tiny whisper and I am sure she had not heard me. I try again and this time she smiles.

”I heard you the first time but you do not have to thank me. I am to be your friend for life.” 

I find her words even more overwhelming than everything that had happened before my arrival. This was a woman that knew nothing about me and she was willing to be my friend. What was most surprising was the term she had used. How could I, a mere slave, be her friend? I had never had a friend in my life and I never thought myself worthy enough of one. 

After she had helped me sit, I watch as she takes out a pancake from the tray that carried 10 pancakes, honey, a jug, teacups, plates and cutlery. She forks two pancakes on a clean plate and cuts out a tiny portion. 

”You do not mind if I help you with it, or do you?”

I find tears running down my eyes again and all of my emotions come flooding in an instant. I could not believe what was happening and why these strangers were being so kind to me. All of my life, I had only known pain, torture and hate but here I was, being fed, good food. I couldn't bring my lips to open nor could I utter a word. I just watched her and cried.

She laid the fork down and came to my side. She put her arm around my shoulder and hugged me to her chest. I cried even more. Now louder and more intense. My heart was shattering. I did not know kindness and in the presence of it, I did not know how to accept it.

”Hush now, you never have to go through any of it again.” She tells me as her tears slide down her chin and drop on my cheek. 

This stranger was helping me nurse a wound she had no idea about. Even as all of my being doubts this and I believed it to be a dream, a part of me just wanted to drown in Ashina’s vanilla scent and never leave again.

I take my head off her breasts and look into her eyes. The emerald green gives off its endearing shine and I smile. I smile at her kindness because even if it only lasts for today, I would forever be grateful for it.

”That was my first hug.” I mutter.

Her grin reached her eyes and almost expands the length of her cheek. I turned to look behind me, to see if Lowell had appeared. I do not see anyone so I look back at her.

She begins to giggle and moves to grab the pancakes.

”I wish I could be your first kiss also, but Lowell is beyond jealous when it comes to me.” She says as she scoops up the fork with the tiny piece.

It takes a minute before I realize that she had made a joke and I chuckled. She brings the pancake to my lips and just as I open my mouth to take a bite, I picture Klaus shoving his dick down my throat. The thought makes my body grow numb and bile rises in my throat. I try to swallow but the irritation only increases and I cover my mouth with my hand. 

Ashina sets the plate aside immediately and runs to the only door inside the room. If opens into a bathroom and she comes out with a pail. She sets it before me and I vomit green mucus into it.