02 Abduction

A few Months Ago.

Scarlett. 

Beta David dragged me across the floor by my hair. The pain on my scalp was incredible. My eyes stung with tears. I tried to blink them away; I tried very hard, but they won and started flowing freely. My skin scraped the ground, and the harsh stony sand scraped my bare skin. I wasn't even allowed to mourn my father's death when they were ready to do away with me. 

My father had died from silver poisoning he sustained from a battle. He was the Alpha of the south. My father, Alpha Nikolay Vladislav, was a very cruel man. He was wicked and unforgiving. He took what he could and never gave back. He was greedy and insatiable. I was his only child and was not spared from his cruelty. He hated me because he wanted a boy, and he never failed to show disappointment to worsen the case; I was a late bloomer for a Valkin Alpha. Valkin Alpha wolves usually got their wolves at sixteen. I was eighteen with no wolf, so I was presumed to be a regular werewolf, and my father blamed my mother for this. He blamed her because Valkin Alpha werewolves always mated with their fated mates, and my mother wasn't his fated mate. 

Valkin Alpha werewolves were different from other Alpha werewolves. They were stronger, and they had magic. They could control other Alphas easily and commanded respect from all. The only issue was that Valkin Alphas' magic never manifested until they were fully mated to their fated mate. My mother wasn't my father's fated mate, so he never manifested his magic ability, but he was strong nonetheless. The hatred between my parents became worse when my father found out that my mother had killed his fated mate so he would not leave her. My parents were horrible people, and because of that, people assumed I was just like them. I hoped they were wrong. 

My mother died of a broken heart when he exiled her from his presence because she failed to bear him a son, as if she had the power over things like that. When she died, he took all his disappointment, anger and frustration out on me. My father never beat me, but he never showed me love. He never treated me as if I were his and never gave me the respect I was due. I was invisible to him, and everyone knew it, so I could not understand why Beta David would do this to me. Why would he take out his anger and frustration on me? Why would he humiliate me like this by dragging me outside half-naked, barefoot, bound with silver shackles? 

"Let me go! Let me go!" I yelled, but my voice carried no authority because I was yet to get my wolf. He simply laughed and dragged me to a van that was waiting. 

He tossed me to a big heavy bearded man with braids in his beard. The man was cold, and his eyes were as black as night. I was afraid when I saw him, but I hid my fear. 

"Is she the one?" The stranger asked David with a harsh unwelcoming voice, and the asshole nodded quickly. The bearded man pulled me to my feet with one hand and examined me. 

"No wolf?" he asked David. 

" She is eighteen," David responded, indicating I wasn't of age yet to get my wolf. 

"She is a Vladislav?" the man asked. 

"The last of them," David replied, and the man smiled. 

"What did I do to you?" I yelled at my father's beta, but his facial expression was cold, and he didn't seem to care. He did not bother to answer me. He collected a briefcase from the man and turned away. I knew that would be the last time I would see the traitor. I promised myself I would come back for him if I survived this. 

I was bound in silver, so I couldn't run. I was thrown to the back of the truck and held down by two other men. I knew escape would not be an option, so I stayed put and allowed them to carry me away. 

The drive was long, windy, and cold, and I had nothing on and no wolf to keep me warm. Soon I began to shake, and one of my captors took pity on me and wrapped me in an old dirty blanket. I had wounds all over my body, and I knew it would take a while to heal because I was wolfless, so I began to pray they didn't get infected. 

They stopped at a gas station, and I was taken down. The bearded man poured vodka all over my wounds, and the pain was blinding. 

"Can't take damaged goods to my Alphas," he said and grinned. His teeth were brown and rotten, and I looked away. The other men that were with him did not utter a word. 

They put me back in the back, wrapped their dirty blanket around me, and continued to drive. 

I could not cry because that would show weakness, but I was afraid and dying inside. I was afraid of the unknown. I did not know what had happened to me. When I heard my father was dead, I thought I would be free at last. I did not know that would be the beginning of my nightmare. I wondered where they were taking me. We were moving closer to the cold regions, so I knew we were heading north. I had never been to the north before. I did not know my way there, but here I was with three strangers bound in silver, half-naked and barefooted, wrapped in a dirty blanket, heading towards the north. 

I slept and woke up, and we were still on the road. I was hungry, but I couldn't even think of food at the moment. I couldn't think at all. I was petrified. The farther from home I was, the less likely I would be able to escape. The silver was burning my skin. It was a bit bearable because I had no wolf, but it burned. 

Soon the truck came to a halt, and I was asked to step down. I felt something cold against my feet, and it was snow. It was night, and the moon was full. I looked around me, and the vegetation was not as rich as in my home. Someone tugged at the chain I was bound with, and I fell. 

"Get up bitch!" the bearded man said, and I stood up. I held his gaze until he looked away and began to drag me like an animal. I was weak, hungry and tired, but I followed him. I was barefooted, so my feet became numb. I was dragged into a big house and welcomed the warmth inside. The furnishing was bare and woody. It was dimly lit with tungsten, and I knew whoever lived there had no taste. 

The man tugged at the chains, and I wondered how he could pull silver without getting hurt. Then I looked at it and saw it was iron. It was the part that I was held with that was silver. 

I was dragged to a bright room and forced to kneel. The blanket was taken from me, and I felt ashamed. Up until then, no one had ever seen my body before. David ensured he gave the pack a show and marked my unmarked body before handing me to this asshole. What David did was deliberate. I wasn't big, and I wasn't strong. He could have carried me on his shoulder or made me walk, but he wanted to hurt me, and he succeeded. 

While we stood, three men walked into the room. They were big and muscular men. One had dark hair, another was a dirty blonde, while the last had silver hair. They were young, and judging by their postures and the respect they commanded just by entering the room, I knew there were Valkin Alphas like my father. 

I became nervous and scared because I could not understand why David would send me to them. 

"So this is the girl," The silver-haired man said, sniffing the air and smiling at me. 

"Yes, Alpha!" the bearded man said, and he nodded. 

The three of them sat on their chairs. The silver-haired one was in the middle, and they looked at me. 

"Do you recognise us?" he asked me indifferently. I could not tell his mood or intentions from his voice. I hadn't drank water all day, so my mouth was dry, and my voice came out raspy. 

"No," I managed and tried to swallow, which was painful. He looked a bit confused.

"Get her some water," the silver-haired man said, and someone went to bring me water.

An old woman brought some water, and as soon as it touched my tongue, it tasted like life itself. I tried not to rush it, and she made me sip slowly.

"Don't you remember us?" The dirty blonde asked, and I shook my head. 

They looked at each other, a bit confused.

"You do not look the same, but we met three years ago briefly. Your father introduced you to us," the silver head said, and I shook my head. My action must have annoyed the dark-haired man.

"The slut has been with too many men to recognise three men she saw briefly," he snorted, and I was stunned by his accusations. The other two looked disgusted. I wanted to speak up, but I kept my silence.

"Give her a room," the silvered-haired man said, and the elderly woman that brought me water took me away.