LOGINElara’s POV
“She’s not yours, Kael. She’s mine.”
The hall went silent, as we all turned to the voice to see Alpha Ragner on his feet as he glared at my Kael.
“She was my bid….now back off. I have plans for her already.” He said and my body shivered at what plans he had for me.
“You are welcome to place a bet higher than that but if you can’t beat it. I advise you to sit this out.” Kael’s cold voice sent shivers into me and I was sure it wasn't just me.
As my silver eyes glanced through the both of them. I swallowed hard. This was not going to end well.
“Just because you think that you are on top of the food chain doesn't mean you can come in and take what doesn't belong to you, Kael.” Ragner said with a growl.
Kael’s golden eyes began to glimmer as his Alpha powers began to sip out of him, “that’s exactly what it means, Ragner.”
Ragner’s wolf felt the threat and his Alpha energy began sipping out and trying to dominate the room but Kael’s wolf was stronger and in the blink of an eye, Kael was in front of Ragner, his fangs were out and he snarled at him. Ragner snarled back.
Kael punched him hard and he flew at least six feet across the room, as everyone gasped hard.
“Anyone else?” He asked and everyone shrinked into their seat in fear.
“Good….” He turned to his guards and ordered “bring her”.
The guards immediately picked me up without questioning, pushing through the entrance.
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The journey to the midnight Fang pack was filled with aches over my body, followed by mind blowing numbness. The chain on my wrist was cutting through it and it was raw. The guards did not bother to speak to me, if they needed me anywhere, they would drag me there.
We finally reached the pack borders and I saw tall spiked walls of iron and old stone. The skies above were grey –like a storm was coming.
The pack was beautiful and I understood why it was at the top of the food chain. They looked happy and everything was looking good but for some reason, I felt shivers running down my spine.
The land felt colder–just like him.
We finally got to the castle, it was huge and ten times bigger than the one in the blood ridge pack. The guards led me through the narrow halls, with guards positioned at every station. Their faces were cold and void of emotions.
No one looked at me directly and it was like I was invisible again.
We got to a gate and we paused while the two guards talked with the guards at the gate.
“Servant’s quarter.” I heard the gatekeeper say, “put her in cage six.”
My brows furrowed. "Cage? I thought I was a servant, why would I be in a cage?” I thought to myself.
We moved to the cage, and I was flabbergasted. This place wasn't fit for any living species to be in – but this was where I would stay? It wasn't just a tiny room, it had no bed or anything to lay on.
The first guards left and opened the door. It was a rusted iron door and he pushed me inside. The smell of mold and blood reeked in my nostrils. The cage was so little that it was barely enough for me to kneel. At the side of the cage was a pile of straw and a rusted bowl filled with water.
I was about to pass out due to exhaustion and that’s when I saw him.
Kael—he was standing at the end of the hallway, he was watching. Has he been there the whole time?
I froze–fear creeping in.
Even though he stood at a far distance, his presence was like a magnet and it was pulling me in. He was so tall and built like the god of vengeance. His bright golden eyes were like the fire burning through his frozen mask.
I tried to look away but for some reason–I couldn't.
Without a word, he walked away and it shattered the moment I thought we had.
“I can see that you like staring at what isn't yours.” a voice sneered beside me. It was a beautiful girl and she looked like the dazzling moonlight.
“get her out!” She commanded and the guards opened the cage and brought me out and stood me before her
“Look at me!” She commanded and I raised my head
SMACK!
She hit me so hard across the face. The sound echoed hard across the hall. The pain exploded across my cheeks as I fell against the iron bars.
The lady stood over me–she was tall, poised and her flaming red hair and eyes were burning with disgust and hate. She wore a black velvet dress and she had her shoulders raised in pride like she believed the whole world owed her everything.
“I am Liora Vexen” she said in a cool tone, as she knelt down, her breath brushing slightly against my face, “I am the future Luna of this pack.”
My heart picked up its pace.
“I see the way you look at him.” She whispered, smiling mischievously. “you are a pathetic little thing who dares to dream.”
“I….I didn't” I croaked, trying to explain.
She grabbed a fistful of my hair before I could complete my statement, yanking my hair back, as I yelped out in pain, “ DON’T LIE TO ME, OMEGA!” She yelled at me stilll yanking my hair. “You are nothing but a dirty little whore. A whore was put in chains to make my Kael feel pity for you but he won't….do you know why?” She asked and I kept quiet not trying to anger her more but it did the opposite.
“ANSWER ME, WHORE!” She yelled.
“No ma’am..” I choked on my answer
She bent down to my ears, “he is mine!” I winced in pain. My scalp was burning and I could feel her nails digging keep into my skin.
She shoved my head against the iron bar as pain flooded my body.
“You are nothing. You will be dead before the next full moon.” Liora hissed, “that's a promise, slut.”
She rose and turned to leave with two maids beside as tears flooded out of my eyes. I did not fight as the guards dragged me back to my cage.
I just wanted to end this harsh reality of mine.
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