From Fry Pan To Fire

Elena's P.O.V

I began to hear voices. Strange voices. Voices that seemed to be laced with fear.

I felt pain crack through my head as if it was hit by a stone. My eyes blinked repeatedly before they could balance with the view around me and a groan escaped my mouth. My nostrils were attacked by an awful and putrid smell, and the murmurs and screams around jerked me back to reality.

Hovering my gaze around where I was, I managed so hard to know the hell was going on and most importantly, what I was doing here. I became shocked when I saw young women with tangled hair and torn clothes, their faces devoid of enthusiasm. My sleepy eyes shifted to their hands and that was the moment I knew the hell I had fallen into.

My eyes widened in disbelief when I realized that their hands were tied together with their legs and to make matters worse, I was trapped in the same condition as them. Fear gripped me. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to pull myself out of the nightmare that I had landed in.

It had to be some horrible dream because how on earth did I end up here? My nostrils flared at that instant because what was that awful odor? Through the throbbing pain in my skull, memories that made the pain worsen surged into my mind like crashing waves and that was when it seemed like my heart stopped beating.

Immediately after I received the devastating news that I won't be able to conceive again, I caught Ryder and Dylan fucking each other on our marital bed and those bastards even tried to murder me.

But hold on a minute, if they tried to murder me, then could they have actually succeeded, and did that mean I was dead? Could I have entered the land beyond and this place was Hell? But I had been a decent person throughout my whole life so what was I doing in hell?

None of this makes any sense at all because how on earth did I go from having a glass frame smashed against my skull to waking up among helpless females with their wrists and legs chained?

Gulping down the knot formed in my throat, I was shocked when a man with grimy golden hair hit the bars with his stick.

“If I hear any damn cry or word in here, I will slaughter every one of you” He growled.

That very moment, the truth that I didn't want to believe surfaced. While several women were crying, others had dried tears on their faces and countless thoughts raced through my head.

Could all this be some joke? Perhaps everything involving Ryder and Dylan had been staged and they performed that act to prepare me for a bigger surprise. Maybe this whole cruel and inhumane show was also part of the joke.

Before the man could walk away, I shouted. “Excuse me, I deserve to know what is happening here and why I am here? Is this some kind of joke?”

He stopped in his tracks, amusement flashing in his eyes as he stared at me before he opened his mouth. “Joke?”

I bobbed my head, nervousness crawling into my spine for a reason I couldn’t understand. Suddenly, he laughed out loudly, and all the other wicked-looking men dressed in the same outfit as him followed along with the amusement.

I put on courage and spoke. “Yes, isn’t this entire thing a joke? Ryder……” I yelled, my voice echoing across the cell.

He deepened his gaze on me and continued. “Useless bitch, this is no joke and you were sold to us by your ex- husband!”

I became stiffened for a moment, his words

flashing through my thoughts and slowly, my lips trembled. “Ex- husband?”

“Yes!!” He bobbed his head.

At that second, the realization dawned on me that I had been sold into a human trafficking operation and only two outcomes awaited me, either I would be trafficked as a sexual slave or my body organs would be removed and sold off.

As terror engulfed me, I shrieked with all my strength. “No!”

“Ryder and Dylan” I whispered through clenched teeth.

Those two monsters sold me into this doom because they feared that I would reveal their secrets. How could they do such a thing to me? More importantly, how could Ryder do this to me? Wasn’t cheating on me enough, he actually sold me off to some lunatics who would undoubtedly take advantage of me and eventually murder me before dumping my body for wild animals to feast on.

Imagining it alone made my stomach twist and my fear worsened when a woman whose face had been drained of color was thrown inside as she collapsed onto the floor. A man shouted at her from outside. “You aren't the woman he wants. I don't know why you can't do your job properly!”

Goddamit. They were already selecting women to satisfy their filthy sexual desires. However, on the brighter side, there was a strong possibility that I might never be picked since men rarely considered me appealing and the fact that…….

My thoughts were interrupted when the golden-haired man from before stormed into the cell, loosening the ropes around my wrists and legs before seizing me by the wrist, dragging me upward. I panicked and with a trembling voice I stuttered “Le-et me go. Leave me alone, now!! W-Where are you dragging me?”

I fought to pull myself free from his tight hold as I shouted at the top of my voice. “Release me, you bastard, and remove your disgusting hands from me. ”

The last thing that I wanted was to be touched by these dirty men. All I wanted was to vanish and awaken from this nightmare. Why was my life filled with suffering? Why did I always jump from one disaster to another?

Without warning, he delivered a slap across my face that snapped my head sideways. His gaze darkened and the fury burning in his eyes sent chills through my body. I might be weak but the last thing I desired was for these disgusting men to abuse me or trade me into a trafficking operation.

I prefer death over enduring this rubbish. I should have died when Ryder and Dylan smashed the glass frame against my skull. I should have died straight from my mother’s womb.

“You better kill me now because I won’t be coming with you” I screamed directly into his face and he seized a handful of my hair and hurled me onto the floor.

“What is going on here……” an aged voice

growled. It was that of a middle aged man who entered the room.

The disgusting golden-haired man turned toward him, only to receive a slap across the face as the older man yanked him closer and muttered something into his ears.

Watching the both of them fearfully, I noticed the blonde-haired man’s eyes widen in panic as he turned his attention toward me.

The middle-aged man moved toward me and the menace in his voice sent cold shivers through my body. “You are coming with us immediately!”

I screamed at him. “No, never!”

A cruel smile appeared at the edge of his lips and my eyes widened when he brought out a syringe. “You are leaving me no alte........”

“Grab her!” He ordered and immediately, the blonde-haired man restrained me and despite my resistance, my sight turned hazy and weakness consumed me when the needle pierced my neck before falling into unconsciousness.

*******

My eyelids slowly opened and a soothing fragrance filled my nostrils. Through my blurred sight, my eyes landed on several women clothed in purple garments, rubbing my feet and applying oil to my body.

The earlier incidents replayed in my mind and this time, I wasn’t frightened nor shaken because it was now obvious that I was dead like I wished.

Cool air brushed against my skin and everything around me felt divine and more importantly, when gentle palms touched my forehead. “Are you awake?”

As a faint smile formed on my lips, I straightened upright and nodded. “Yes”

“Excuse me, may I know where I am?” I murmured softly.

I could barely speak loudly because I was weak beyond measure and at that instant, a woman approached me with a smile on her face. “Congratulations”

I furrowed my brows in puzzlement. “Congratulations?”

“Yes, congratulations on being picked as the Rogue King’s Breeder”

Initially, I had to glance behind me just to confirm that the individual she referred to was standing there because it couldn’t possibly be me!

“I am certain that there is some error somewhere” I leapt from the bed and I had barely taken one step when my eyes landed on the portrait hanging on the wall.

I had to rub my eyes to confirm that I was seeing correctly because there was no possibility that I was inside Xavier’s chamber, the merciless Rogue Alpha and My father’s sworn enemy.

Xavier Cassian, the ruthless Rogue Alpha governed with an iron grip. He is young and yet, he controlled the world in his hands and forced everyone to obey him. The only individual who never yielded to his intimidation was my father and that was when the silent war between them began. Xavier robbed him of peace both in the werewolf and the business world.

It became so terrible that my father prohibited the citizens of his territory from ever associating with anyone from Xavier’s land. And refusal to that leads to death sentence.

The maids surrounded me, prepared to continue their duties when I rushed toward the entrance, eager to flee this nightmare. I had barely reached the entrance when it swung open and my eyes collided with those piercing blue eyes and the aura circling him sent tremors through my spine.

His jet-black hair, his sharp jawline, and his face radiated perfection as his gaze bored directly into my face, igniting my entire body. He stepped closer and my heart pounded. He was stunningly handsome but he carried a dangerous scent.

I gulped hard when the realization struck me that if he ever discovered that I was his enemy’s daughter then only one thing would happen. He would kill me since he possessed an entirely different hatred for individuals connected to my father.

Everything here had to be some dream because not only was I selected to become Xavier’s breeder, but how on earth would I become a breeder when Doctor James had declared that my womb was ruined?