The Savage Alpha's Rebel

*Trigger warning. Chapter recommended for 18 years old and older.

Chapter 1. A Factory

Jade’s POV

I woke up to the noise of something falling with a thud next to me. My eyes jolted open, and I looked around myself. My mouth dropped in shock as I took in the surroundings. It was a girl who collapsed on her head beside me.

“H-help me. P-please help me.” She wept and got up, then ran in another direction.

“Huh,” I held my head as it was throbbing as I tried to brush away every fragment of pain that soared in my ankles when I attempted to get up.

I collapsed, my hands going to rub my sore ankles. They were tied with rusted chains. What the? My hands were cuffed too. It’s just that I was way too surprised and thrilled with my surroundings that I didn’t notice it earlier.

“Where am I?” That was the question that erupted in my head—the very first question.

It was because my surroundings were heinously dark. There were dim red bulbs glowing overhead. They were arranged with at least a one-meter gap between the two bulbs. It was a very, very huge room. Like a big wedding hall. Except for chairs and tables, there were small tents made out of tearing dirty rugs. Or else the majority of the women remained in the open, just like me.

“Nooo, let go. Please. Let go.” My heart skipped a beat.

A woman was dragged out of the huge door before it went shut.

I brought my eyes back to my left, which has left me aghast. I was apparently in a brothel, for there were girls of all ages struggling to cover their naked bodies. Some were emotionless. Some were blinking silent tears, while others were screaming their lungs out as they cried to set themselves free.

One thing was constant among everyone: scared, enlarged and alert eyes. Their eyes held fear of something I was only beginning to experience.

I was okay until I saw a pair of woman walking in. “Shania, where are you? It’s your turn next.” They were dressed in a blue uniform with a wooden shaft in their grips.

One of them was so thin and the other was so obese that her shirt’s buttons could barely cover her thick belly. Her walk was both confident and scary. There is no doubt why the girls were cowering away.

They looked everywhere around the room. The girls stuck together as they tried to avoid crossing paths. There was an instant rise of fear and slow whimpers as they walked inside the room.

“Don’t make us hunt you, Shania. Come out... now!” the healthy one shrieked.

I was in a painful position. I was supporting myself to sit up on my left elbow while both my legs were folded. Suddenly, a brutal pain shot through my ankles, like a current passed through them, and I hissed loudly.

The woman’s eyes moved in my direction. “Oh, you’re awake? Nice.” I held my breath.

The obese one approached me. I saw the other one going elsewhere. That moment when she noticed me up and down elevated my heartbeat.

“You are beautiful. I have never had someone’s skin so smooth. Your figure... Fuck, I hate that figure. And those boobs.” Tears suddenly welled my eyes. “They are naturally round. You are a natural beauty.”

The obese woman’s hand ran through both my breasts and squeezed the left one before she withdrew.

A wink followed. I didn’t respond much to both of our surprises. My shock at being in a place like this had frozen me. It had blocked my emotions away and constrained me in a moment I couldn’t assume was less than a nightmare.

Before I reacted as her fingers slid between my legs to cup my s*x, a girl bellowed like she saw a ghost. I turned my head in that direction and found a young girl collapsing on her face. The others around her whimpered and shuddered. I heard some whispers, claiming that she was dead, while the other voices were so small and fearful that I could not comprehend what they said.

As light returned to my eyes completely, I realized I was sitting in a pool of blood. No, it was not mine. But there were blood pools on every second step on the floor. When I looked up and farther in the room behind the rug huts, I noticed there were women with their hands and limbs missing and their faces tear-soaked and glistening with raw dread.

That made a shiver of trepidation stiffen my spine. At that moment, I just knew one thing: if I opened my mouth, it would be to say things that sounded pleasing to their ears or to answer their questions obediently. Because it was clear that rebels didn’t belong here, nor did women with opinions.

“Wh-where is this place?” Yet I asked that question as calmly as I could.

The obese woman’s amused gaze scanned my face for emotions. She licked her lips and then drew her brows together. Maybe she was attempting to read my face for a hint of fear, but I didn’t offer any.

She was looking forward to my cries or screams but I shocked her with more questions: “What am I doing here?”

“What place is this?”

“Am I going to be killed?”

She stared at me, hoping to find dread and hope. I had hope of surviving this crisis I was in. But I can see she found nothing except for emotionlessness on my face.

She bent down to remove a sticky strand of hair from my face and gave a horrifying grin. “You are in a factory.”

Tbc…

Here’s a new book by me. I hope my readers will like it and the new ones will not be disappointed. This is my 10th-ish werewolf book and I’ve never written a concept like this before, so I’m looking forward to all your thoughts and feelings after reading this chapter:)

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