CH:3 A Painful Night

Aria's heart races with fear and defiance as she stands before Ethan, his proposal hanging heavy like a dark cloud. She knows she cannot trust him, and cannot allow herself to be drawn into his web of manipulation and deceit.

“And what if I say no?” She asked. 

“But why would you say no, you want a luxurious life and want to be free from all the bullying, I am offering you all of it,” Ethan said annoyed. 

“But it is not right, and it comes with a cost, the coat of my self-respect, I can not lose it.” Aria’s eyes were filled with tears. 

“I don’t like it when the situation doesn’t go according to my plan, then I have to make the situation right forcibly,” Ethan said with an evil smirk. 

"No," she whispers, her voice trembling but firm. "I won't do it. I won't become a pawn in your game."

Ethan's expression darkens with anger, his eyes flashing with malice as he realizes he's been thwarted. 

"You dare to defy me?" he snarls, his voice dripping with venom.

But Aria stands her ground, her resolve unyielding despite the fear coursing through her veins. "I won't be a part of your schemes," she declares, her voice rising with newfound strength.

“Then I am sorry, I have to do this to you,” Then, in a moment of shocking betrayal, Ethan's true colors are revealed. With a cruel laugh, he lunges forward, a vial of liquid clutched tightly in his hand. 

Before Aria can react, Ethan forces the vial to her lips, pouring the contents down her throat with ruthless determination. 

“This will take you into deep dreams and you will be there where I want you to be…” The world spins around her, her vision blurring as the drug takes hold, rendering her helpless and defenseless.

“No,” These were her last words before she fainted and darkness crept in at the edges of her consciousness, Aria's last thoughts were of fear. 

Ethan put her in a box and locked it then he took that box into the Alpha Chambers and left it there, he left a note that said…

“A gift from Ethan, I hope you will enjoy it!”

Unaware of it, Aria was trapped in the box, a prisoner to Ethan's cruelty. Many hours passed and finally, Aria's eyes fluttered open, she found herself in darkness, the suffocating confines of the box pressing in around her. 

“What has he done? Where am I?” Aria tries to move but she can not do it. Panic surges through her veins as she realizes the gravity of her situation, her heart hammering against her chest with fear.

Aria pushes against the lid of the box, her hands scrabbling for purchase in the darkness. But the lid remains stubbornly closed, trapping her inside like a caged animal.

“Damn, damn, what will I do now? I am a fool, why did I not run, why did I come with him?” She thought and she cried. 

Desperation claws at her mind as she searches for a way out, her thoughts racing with the knowledge that her life hangs in the balance. She knows she must act quickly if she is to escape from here. 

“Aria, think quickly and don’t panic. You are fine and you can do it,’ She reassured herself and with trembling hands, Aria searched for anything she could use to free herself from the confines of the box. Her fingers brush against something cold and metallic, and she realizes with a surge of hope that it's a latch. Summoning all her strength, Aria pulls at the latch with all her might, her muscles straining with effort as her wolf has not awakened yet. And then, with a satisfying click, the latch gives way, the lid of the box swinging open with a creak of protest.

Heart pounding with adrenaline, Aria clambers out of the box, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surveys her surroundings. 

Aria is in a very big and lavish room. It is decorated so effortlessly and so beautifully. The dark wood floor, the huge windows that show the beauty of nature outside, a luxury bed with satin blue and white sheets, and a study area. The room is dark but the moonlight is coming in and lighting up some areas. It must be some high-ranked member room and Aria knows she must move quickly if she is to evade from here, she doesn’t want any more trouble.

Aria looked around and then took a deep breath, she found the door and with determination burning in her eyes, Aria set off into the darkness, her only thought was to escape the danger that lurked in the shadows and reclaim her freedom, no matter the cost.

“I will get out of here,” She smiled as Aria cautiously slipped through the darkness, her heart racing with fear. 

Every rustle of leaves and creak of floorboards sends a shiver down her spine, but she knows she must press on if she hopes to escape. Suddenly, a beam of light slices through the shadows, illuminating her figure as she attempts to flee. Aria's breath catches in her throat, her pulse quickening with adrenaline as she realizes she's been discovered.

"Stop right there! Who are you? What are you doing here?” It’s Slyvia’s voice rings out, cutting through the silence like a blade. Aria's eyes widen with panic as she sees Sylvia and a few of her wolves converging on her position, their faces twisted with malice. 

“Why did you just come out of Alpha’s chamber? What were you doing there? Answer me.” Sylvia shouted. Without hesitation, Aria breaks into a sprint, her legs pumping as fast as they can carry her. 

Her thoughts were “I have to run and get out or they will kill me,” But the hallucinogen coursing through her system distorts her senses, making it difficult to distinguish reality from illusion. She hears the taunts and jeers of her pursuers echoing in her ears, their words like daggers aimed at her heart. 

"You can't escape, you omega, your reality is out, you damn she-wolf tried to sneak in and come into the pack house, you will have your punishment.”Sylvia sneers, her voice merging into a cacophony of cruelty.

“Go, catch her…” Slyvia said to her wolves. 

But Aria refuses to give up without a fight. With every ounce of strength she can muster, she pushes herself to run faster, to outpace her pursuers and find a way to freedom. And then, just as she dares to hope that she might make it out alive, a strong hand closes around her wrist, pulling her back into the clutches of her captors.

“I didn’t do anything, please let me go, please, I have not done anything wrong,” She pleaded but despair washed over her as she realized that her brief moment of freedom had come to a crushing end, leaving her once again at the mercy of those who seek to control her. 

“Please let me go,” She was crying for her freedom. 

As Aria's captors close in on her, Sylvia's anger radiates like a palpable force, her fury evident in the hard lines of her face and the fire in her eyes. With a vicious snarl, she delivers a stinging slap across Aria's cheek, the force of the blow sending shockwaves of pain coursing through her body. Sylvia knows that Ethan always delivers a new girl to Alpha, but this one, how dare he? Sylvia's hate for Aris spiked up. 

"You dare to defy me?" Sylvia hisses, her voice laced with venom as she glares down at Aria. "You think you can escape and defy the will of the pack? I will kill you,”

Aria's cheek burns with the sting of the slap, but she refuses to cower in the face of her tormentor's wrath. Instead, she meets Sylvia’s gaze with a defiant glare of her own, her eyes blazing with defiance. 

“I have not done anything that will cause problems with my pack. Leave me and let me go.” Aria was struggling to get out of Sylvia’s harsh grip. But Sylvia’s rage knows no bounds, and with a vicious sneer, she orders one of her lackeys to drag Aria outside by the hair. Aria's scalp screams in agony as she's roughly pulled to her feet, her hair yanked painfully in the process.

“Ahh, you are hurting me,” She was crying in pain. 

Outside, the moon casts an eerie glow over the scene as Aria is paraded before the pack, her humiliation laid bare for all to see. 

“She was in Alpha’s room, and I caught her coming out of it red-handed. Now she will have her punishment.”

Sylvia is doing this because she is Alpha Fenrir’s girlfriend and she doesn't want any other women near him, so it is a warning to every other wolf that they will meet the same fate as Aria. Sylvia’s voice rings out with authority as she declares Aria's punishment, her words a chilling warning to any who would dare to cross her. As Aria's world spins with pain and shame, she knows that she's become nothing more than a pawn in this twisted game of power and control. 

As the night stretches on, Aria's world becomes a blur of pain and torment, each lash of the whip searing into her flesh like a branding iron. Sylvia’s cruelty knows no bounds as she rains down blow after blow upon Aria's battered body, her sadistic laughter echoing in the darkness.

“Do you accept that you stole the documents from Alpha’s chamber and are defying our pack? You are an enemy!” Sylvia asked it many times but every time she refused. 

Aria's screams fill the night air, the sound a haunting symphony of agony and despair. 

Each strike of the whip sends waves of searing pain coursing through her veins, threatening to break her spirit and crush her resolve. 

“Please help me,” Aria said to her wolf. It is healing Aria, but is now tired.  But despite the relentless onslaught, Aria refuses to give in. With every fiber of her being, she clings to the hope that sustains her, even as her body screams for mercy and her strength wanes with each passing moment, Aria grits her teeth and endures, her determination unwavering in the face of unimaginable suffering. “Just some more time, I will not get down, I will not break. I will not lose my self-respect.”  Aria thought and cried. She knows that in this brutal world, survival is not guaranteed to the weak or the meek, but to those who are willing to endure the darkest of nights to see the light of a new day.

As the morning sun begins to rise, casting its golden light over the pack's territory, Alpha Fenrir returns from his duties, a sense of anticipation tingling in his veins. But as he nears the heart of the pack, his senses are suddenly overwhelmed by the unmistakable presence of his mate. Heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and concern, Alpha Fenrir quickens his pace, a sense of urgency driving him forward. With each step, his instincts scream at him to find her, to ensure her safety and well-being. And then, rounding a corner, he comes upon a scene that fills him with horror and rage. There, before him, stands Sylvia, her hands dripping with blood as she rains down blow after blow upon the fragile form of his mate.

“Stop!!!” He growled. With a roar of fury, Alpha Fenrir charges forward, his instincts overriding all sense of reason as he lunges at Sylvia with all the fury of a cornered beast. But even as he fights to protect his mate, a sickening sense of dread gnaws at his insides, knowing that the damage has already been done and that his beloved mate lies battered and broken before him.

Fenrir's voice booms with authority as he calls for an immediate halt to the violence unfolding before him. His heart clenches with anguish at the sight of his mate, battered and bloodied, her spirit barely clinging to life.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demands, his voice cold and commanding as he turns his gaze upon Sylvia. Her eyes widen with fear as she realizes she's been caught in the act, but she quickly recovers, her lips curling into a sneer as she spins her web of lies.

"This omega dared to intrude upon your chambers in the dead of night," she hisses, her voice dripping with venom. "I suspected her of being a spy, trying to steal information about our clan."

Alpha Fenrir's jaw clenches with fury at the accusation, but he forces himself to remain calm, to assess the situation with a clear mind. He knows that his mate is innocent and that she would never betray him in such a manner.

"I will handle this matter," he declares, his voice firm but measured. "But for now, I ask that you leave us be."

With a reluctant nod, Sylvia slinks away, her gaze burning with resentment as she retreats into the shadows. As she disappears from view, Alpha Fenrir turns his attention to his mate, his heart heavy with sorrow at the pain and suffering she has endured.