Chapter 2

Sybil’s POV

The man that dropped the gold coin on my head was the second in command, he was known as Eris, and he worked directly with the ruthless rogue alpha.

There had been stories about the rogue alpha. Usually, stories were more rumors in packs, but not him, every story was real. How heads hung by the gate of his mansion as a warning to traitors. He didn’t need any petty fear, your head would just as easily add to his collection. He has many names. Great Wolf. The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher.

He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was.

We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them.

‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its head.

“Welcome Commander Eris.” A soldier walked up to us, shirtless and sweating. As my eyes darted around to inspect the ground my breath hitched in my throat.

Sure enough, I knew all the tales surrounding this place and the rogue alpha, but seeing it in person was even more disheartening. A tall imposing building with thick pillars, grey in color stood ahead of me. By the side soldiers milled about, so many.

Eris shoved me by the shoulder forward. He was a man with fewer words and even during our travels he had merely acknowledged me as a living being.

We walked into what was a bar, the place was buzzing with even more male wolves, and smoke curled in tendrils in the air, thick and bold. Laughter rolled from around the tables and as I looked around I saw a sight that almost made me choke.

A girl on her knees, a man on a chair, legs wide apart with the girl positioned between him. She was sucking him off while he clenched her hair.

The sight was so bizarre and when I turned to look the other way, giving them the privacy they didn’t so much care for I caught sight of another girl, bent over on the table, thick men around, and being fucked. She held the table staring at another who was stroking himself before her.

My face burned and I looked at my feet.

“Welcome Commander.” A guard greeted and walked past with a girl in his arms; it was as if every man was given a girl as an accessory.

“A new one,” a tall man with a gash over his chest winked at me. “I’m booking her first.”

Others laughed and winked at me.

Like hell he would.

Soon my brain was focused on the building that seemed to strangle the life out of its victims, despite the smoke and heat it offered.

The commander shovelled me forward, taking me like a donkey up the stairs. We came up to a long hallway with shut doors.

Inside, he led me down the hallway, a long winding hallway, cold floors with few touches to offer light instead of warmth in the cold building.

“Get inside.” He held the door ajar and I walked in briskly, legs all jelly from the unknown. I was strong, if I could say the least but I wasn’t patient and I hated the moment of silence, nothing.

“Do not go anywhere, I’ll be back shortly.” He shut the door without waiting for a response and I stood, gaping.

A moan dragged my feet to the window before I could stop, taking a peek.

Shit!

I jerked back, then slowly returned. She had one guy in her ass, pounding the life out of her whilst another shoved his dick into her mouth, gagging her, and… They didn't even bother to close the tent’s flap.

The sight immediately made me grimace. Was I really going to be shared like—

“Don’t judge.” A voice came from inside the room and I flinched in fear. “Sorry, I startled you, your face kind of said it all.”

I watched as a girl rose from the bed, hidden by the shadows in the room. She had red hair that caught the light. And just then I noticed another girl in the room. She was on the bed, covers drawn over.

“I’m Aria.” She sat on her bed. “And that right there is what it is to survive.”

“With three men?”

Damn it. I shouldn't have put it that way. The girl on the bed scoffed.

“She just returned from hers.” Aria tipped her head towards the girl folded under the bed. “She’s Eve.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.” I offered quietly.

“I know, everyone thinks the same until it’s the only means to keep your head. Little lesson, they’ll kill you for far less here. Surviving comes before leaving.”

Her words were like an anchor, not in a good way because somehow it had made my reality real. And this was the man I was supposed to bed and learn about his weaknesses? How?

The sheer thought of Marilyn here almost made me grateful that I was sold instead. Yes, the fine room would not save her for long, but at least it was better than here.

Anything was better than here.

“And the halls, do they lead outside, to the tent?” I asked as I weighed my options.

“Yes, all hallways will in one way take you out.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Aria’s voice, though not heated.

“A particular one that can lead to the road market?”

Aria’s eyes glistened and before she could answer a cold voice spoke. “The Rogue Alpha will certainly not appreciate that.”

My spine locked in place and I spun to see the second in command to the rogue alpha behind the door.

“I wasn’t really plann—”

“Follow me.” He caught me off abruptly and then spun around, showcasing his straight, perfectly carved back to me. He looked like he’d been trained his entire life to carry himself as though he were a god.

He stopped suddenly, causing me to run into him. “This isn’t your pack.” His blue eyes bored mine. “Don’t try anything rash, your life depends on it.”

That was his last warning before he threw the double-lidded door open. On the throne sat a man, huge even on his throne, I couldn't make out his eyes from the distance and I immediately knew…

Dalkhan. King of the Rogues.

I was before the king of rogues!

My eyes were trained on the harem of women around him. A guard stood by the side with a goblet of wine, and there was a long table, pushed back, filled with food and exquisite wine from the smell and sight.

“Move.” Eris hissed and I found my legs in motion.

Closer now, I saw the girl on his lap, her thighs were sprawled against his, and he fisted her hair as he fucked. The two girls flanked themselves around, touching their tits to him, more like begging to be seen.

I found it hard to watch and stared at the floor instead. Because this man had single-handedly ended hundreds of werewolves' lives in a matter of seconds, being this close to death was terrifyingly difficult.

They might’ve called him by many names but he was death made flesh.

My eyes found the girls flanking around him, the way they moaned and touched themselves to him, I wondered if they were forced or if they were outrightly enjoying it. Neither the girls nor death spared me a glance and I found my eyes leaving his face.

I trailed my gaze down to the cords of muscles rippling just below the surface of his skin with admiration. The defined lines and hollows of his body bared for them- for me.

Something about him made me bolder than I was. Made me not scared of his eyes, and with those thoughts darkening my heart, I found myself seeking his eyes.

‘Put your head down.’

My wolf seemed to tell me.

I would have listened if those dark foreboding eyes hadn't found mine.

Looking away now would be an offense, right?

I moistened my lips instead as my blood pumped hard and fast. A flick of my tongue over dry lips had him following the sensual trail of my tongue with his unusual eyes, now almost flaming with lust.

I took a step back, as he vigorously thrust one last time, reaching his peak. He looked divine, head thrown back, his scarred lips parted in silent ecstasy.

The woman on her knees screamed, moaning, then yelping as he pulled out.

Heat consumed me, I could feel myself wet and wanting, his release intensifying the desperate desire that I never knew ran through me. I have always wanted to be touched by my mate, feel a man’s touch, and have him make all my fantasies come through. That never happened. There had never been a face to the man in my imagination, somehow there was one now. What I wouldn’t give to go to him now, to feel those muscles dance beneath my fingertips, to run my tongue along the length of his neck, curious to discover if his skin tasted as sweet as it looked.

‘Sybil!’

I blinked at my wolf’s call. Realising the girls had left already, safe for two and the guard. How…how long have I been staring?

“Greet.” Eris nudged me, jolting me out of my head, since my wolf hadn't done a good job.

“G-good day, I’m Sybil.” I gave a bow, but it was too mechanical and turned out badly.

He said nothing but flicked his gaze to his second in command. “This is the girl?”

“Yes, Alpha.” Eris’ tone was flat, compared to the cold edge of his alpha and my throat dried, was I not to his liking, and if I was not what did that mean to me?

“Walk forward.” He commanded and I found my legs moving, while I held onto my wolf tight in my mind.

His dead eyes ran up my body but his face betrayed nothing, whether he was pleased or disappointed.

“Have you been fucked before?” He asked outrightly and against my will my face heated up from embarrassment and how he straight out asked the question.

I was certainly a virgin, I’d done stuff, but not completely. That should be a good thing, shouldn’t it?

I had to be a camelon, blend in with the others here.

“Y-yes.” I cleared my throat when the word wouldn’t come out as clearly and confidently as I liked. “Yes, alpha.” I tried one last time.

He nodded in approval and I held my breath after his next order.

“Strip.”

The word made a thousand emotions, indescribable run through me at once, heat and cold.

Eris was literally breathing down my shoulder and the eyes in the room watched me with interest as well as pity. I need not be told twice. My fingers found the fabric of my clothes and I began unfastening it quickly.

“Slowly.” He ordered and the girls snickered around him, enjoying the show.

I did as I was told and stood naked before them, eyes ahead with fist clenched.

Death rose to his feet.