Sitting in front of the whole pack, my legs and hands were tied to the chair, as I await the final judgment they have for me. Will I be banished? Or I will be given a death sentence.
My heart were pounding against my chest too hard. It felt like it was growing bigger with each seconds that passed by. I might end up dying from heart attack before I hear their final vindict.What was my crime?I had killed a man.Tyler Parish, is a monster! He likes to put in hands into little kids dresses and touch us inappropriately. And he made a mistake of doing that the night I had shifted into my wolf for the first time.I didn’t actually have the intentions of killing him, but who would have thought that monster was just a weak feeble man. It was just self defense, I was protecting myself from him. But no one seems to believe me, I expected other victims of his to stand with me but everyone was silent and looked at me like I am a monster.They locked me up and every day didn’t pass by without me getting beat up, starved and humiliated. Worst of it all his wife Mariam holds a high position in the pack, she had denied all accusations against her husband, she claims he is the most perfect man ever.Which is far from the truth.My foster parents wants nothing to do with me, they turned their back against me completely and joined everyone in criticizing me. Everyone had abandoned me. My fate lies completely on the judges in front of me.“Scarlet White! One of the Judge started. His voice echoed with power and strength.“Yes… yes. My voice cracked as I said responded in fear.“The judges have decided. You will be demoted from the Gamma level to the Omega level.”“What!” My heart dropped. Being an Omega in the Midnight pack means just two things— a slave to the pack, and a mere breeder. All my life I was bullied by the pack for not having a real mom and dad. I trained so hard to get to that level and now it’s all gone.“Do you understand me? The judge shunned as tears started to pour from my eyes.“Yes, yes sir.” I replied.“You are supposed to be banished, as we do not have a place for killers in the Bloodmoon pack, you are 17 and going to be turning 18 soon, so you still fall under the minor laws. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be severely punished. You will be punished with 106 strokes of cain, in front of the whole crowd. The crowd cheered loudly as fear comes over my body.“No.. no please.” Tears flowed down my cheeks as I bit my lips from screaming. One hundred and six strokes, I don’t think I can survive it. Mr. Tyler deserved what he got, he was a horrible man I expected everyone to pat me on my shoulders and call me a hero even though I didn’t mean to kill him. This isn’t what I had expected.The guards untied my hands and legs and I was dragged to the front of the crowd, they layed to the floor as a middle aged woman walked to the front of me in her hands was a long thin cain. Her mouth curved up into a smile.“Oh I am so going to enjoy this.” She grinned softly, she looked like a wicked witch. I felt helpless and powerless as the guards held my hands and legs to the ground. I closed my eyes as I prepared for the worst to come.I heard a wheeze sound and the cain landed on my back and I screamed at the impact. The crowd screamed one! as they started counting.“Please stop!” I begged as my back burns in pain, I wish I could ran away from here, far away from this pack and everyone but I couldn’t. With each stroke of cain landing on my back or my ass, I cried and pleaded but no one came to my rescue, the crowd seems to be enjoying this as they screamed in pleasure, pleasure at my pain.After they were done with me, I couldn’t stand up, I fell to my knees. My whole body was on fire, I felt like hot boiling pins were being pressed slowly into every part of my body. My body felt like it was dying. And my wolf seem to be fine with it.“The final verdict, the judge started again.“Can they just kill me instead, I didn’t know what to do expect and I hated it. The highest binder takes her up as a slave, she will forever be a slave to your household, the price starts at hundred bronze coins.” The judge declared.I couldn’t believe my ears, not only did I get demoted, and almost beaten to death, I am also going to get sold as a slave to any of this monsters sitted in the crowd.The crowd was filled with whispers, as they looked at me like I was an object, a mere object to be sold to them.“No one would buy that murderer! What if she kills me and my family. Someone said in the crowd.“I won’t even buy her for fifty bronze coins!” Another voice said.“It’s too risky. I can’t have a murderer under my roof.”The crowd murmured loudly to themselves, as I knelt in front of them, my chest felt heavy as I wondered what my fate would be if none of them buys me.“I will!” A thick voice resounded in the crowd. I wondered who it was. More people began to whisper among themselves as he made his way to the front of the crowd.“Alpha Devon! Someone said loud enough for me to hear.“What! My eyes widened at his name. Can they just kill me instead. I can’t get sold to the cruelest man in the whole of the Bloodmoon pack.”He stopped in front as everyone stared at him, as my eyes landed on him, I felt bile run up my throat. I couldn’t believe I was about to get sold the most fearful and cold hearted man in the Bloodmoon pack.Alpha Devon is no lies the most handsome man in the entire pack, but he hated women, ladies flock around him like a pest but he pushes everyone away from him. He is known to be cruel, ruthless and merciless. What is my fate going to be like in his hands? I can’t imagine it. Please let it be anyone but him. I prayed silently.“Alpha Devon., if you want her, you can have her. The judge said. My heart pounded against my chest, my hands were trembling as tears streamed down my face as I expected the worst.“Scarlet White, you have been sold as a slave to Alpha Devon of the Bloodmoon pack!Scarlet’s POVThe dungeon’s darkness pressed against me, a living thing that swallowed hope and sound.My scream still echoed in my ears, raw and desperate, torn from my throat when I’d heard the scrape of metal against stone—a knife, glinting in the faint torchlight, held by a shadowed figure slipping into my cell.I’d scrambled back, my chained wrists scraping against the rough floor, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst.The scent of rose oil and blood had been overwhelming, a sickening promise of what was coming.“Quiet, or I’ll make this worse,” the figure hissed, their voice low and venomous.The torchlight caught their face just enough to confirm my fear—Isabelle. Her crimson gown was gone, replaced by a dark cloak, but her eyes burned with the same hatred I’d seen in the banquet hall.In her hand, the knife gleamed, its edge catching the light like a predator’s fang.“What do you want?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound defiant. My back
Scarlet’s POVThe dungeon’s damp chill seeped into my bones, the stone floor biting through the thin fabric of my dress. My wrists ached where the guards had gripped me, dragging me down here after Isabelle’s accusation.The darkness was suffocating, broken only by the faint drip of water somewhere in the distance. My mind raced, replaying the scene in the banquet hall—Isabelle’s smug grin, the damning letter, Devon’s cold order. And that scent… rose oil and blood. It clung to my senses, a puzzle I couldn’t solve.I curled into a ball, my back pressed against the rough wall, the cuts from my earlier punishment stinging with every movement. Blair whimpered in my head, her presence faint but steady, urging me to stay strong.But how could I?Isabelle had framed me, and Devon believed her. Luther’s protests echoed in my ears, but he was just one voice against a pack ready to condemn me. And the letter… I hadn’t seen it before, but its existence felt like a noose tightening around my neck
Scarlet’s POVThe air in the palace felt thick, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon.Every step I took echoed with the weight of my choices—stay in this gilded cage under Devon’s unpredictable gaze, or flee with Luther to a pack that promised freedom but held its own unknowns.My hands shook as I polished the silver candelabras in the dining hall, my reflection distorted in their gleaming surfaces.I barely recognized the girl staring back—pale, bruised, but with a spark of defiance in her emerald eyes that hadn’t been there before.Mei’s words from the hospital lingered, a quiet warning: You’ve got a chance, Scarlet. Don’t waste it.But what was the right choice?Luther’s kindness felt like a lifeline, but the bond with Devon, faint and frayed, still tugged at my heart, a cruel reminder of what could have been.And Isabelle… her threats loomed like a shadow, her hatred for me growing sharper with each passing day.“Scarlet!”Lady Rosa’s sharp voice snapped me out of my thoug
Scarlet’s POVThe hospital room felt colder than the dungeon, though the sterile walls were a far cry from the damp stone I’d grown used to.My back still burned, each breath a reminder of the lashes that had torn my skin apart.But it wasn’t the physical pain that kept me awake, staring at the cracked ceiling.It was the ache in my chest, the lingering pull of the mate bond I couldn’t shake, and the weight of Luther’s offer hanging over me.Leave with him to the Silvermoon Pack, or stay here, trapped in Devon’s world of cruelty and contradictions.The door creaked open, and I tensed, expecting another confrontation.Instead, it was Mei, the maid who shared my room. Her small frame slipped inside with a tray of food.Her eyes avoided mine, as usual, but there was something different in her posture—less hostility, more… caution.“They said you need to eat,” she muttered, setting the tray on the small table beside my bed.It held a bowl of thin soup and a chunk of stale bread. Hardly a
Scarlet’s POVThe sterile smell of the pack hospital clung to my senses, sharp and bitter, mixing with the ache in my chest that hadn’t dulled since Alpha Devon’s rejection.My back throbbed, the cuts and bruises a cruel reminder of my place in this pack—a slave, a murderer, an outcast. But hearing Alpha Devon claim me as his after rejecting me? That was a new kind of torment.My heart twisted, caught between confusion and the faint, traitorous pull of the mate bond that still lingered, even after his cruel words.Alpha Luther’s eyes burned with fury as he stood between me and Devon, his broad frame radiating protectiveness.“You don’t get to call her yours,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Not after what you did. Not after what your pack did to her.”Devon’s forest-green eyes narrowed, his jaw tight.“She’s still a member of the Bloodmoon pack, Luther. You don’t get to waltz in here and make demands.”I struggled to sit up, wincing as pain shot through my body.The thin hos
Luther’s POV I carried her in my arms as I raced down the stairs, people stared at me in shock as I kept running. I took her to the pack house hospital, and when the doctors had seen her clothes they were reluctant to take her in. “She is a slave, we don’t treat slaves.” The doctor had said to me as I stared in shock. What was this madness happening in the Bloodmoon pack! My pack the Silvermoon pack, doesn’t discriminate against slaves, maid or Omega! Everyone was allowed to be treated in the pack house hospital.“Is this how Alpha Devon rules his people?” I screamed at them, as the doctor looks at me in horror. “Alpha Luther… he said slowly as he recognizes me. I didn’t know it was you. Please bring in her.” I scoffed at his behavior.I would have dealt with him, but there isn’t any time for that, I laid her on the bed as they carried her in. I followed them closely, her eyes were still shut, she looked so pure and beautiful even in this state. I hope she will be fine.“You have t