CHAPTER THREE

Roseline POV

I watch his eyes staring at my entire body. His gaze spoke fear, and that fear just sent a feat of shock in me. Shying away from his eyes, I try to look downwards, the chains would not come off. 

"I told you to take her!" He growls again. My heart throbs furiously, and I am going to die from a heart attack before I am even killed.

"Yes, Alpha Liam," the man who is as thick and tall as the Alpha says.

"I have told you, Jerard, if you want to be my epsilon, you should do what I tell you," he says to the man.

 They are all fighting for positions by harming me.

"Wouldn't killing her so soon be so harsh?!" 

 The voice strikes the entire place and the things that fall after are silence, deathly silence. It is thick and deep. Much deeper than that of the Alpha King.

 Suddenly, the deafening frequency of intermittent pounding going on in my head stops. My heart comes to an abrupt halt, and my legs feel like they would break anytime. 

 I am paralyzed all over. Who is this? Another king?

 Clank. Clank. Clank. I hear the footfalls like metal piercing deep into my ears, and my heart begins to thump fast again after its momentary rest.

 I move backward. Two or three steps back before I crush behind the rocky body of one of the Alpha King's subjects. There is no way to escape now.

"Based on looks, she's poor," the same voice resounds in my ears, and anytime soon, I would fade away.

 I could feel the footfalls towards me. Heavy and strong. The hot breath was already near me, rushing and slapping my face in the most terrible way. Seeing the large legs, I know that someone is before me.

 "L-l-e-t me go," I plead again, with a shaky and hiccuping voice. This time, my voice is bare, and soft, when strong heat and fear is killing me.

It seems they are not giving in to my plight. Bunch of monsters.

 Some mystical aura is near me. I can feel it. The heavy scent of narcissus. His scent is inebriating. Pungent. Strong. Floral. Dangerous. Just like musky and toxic jasmine and hyacinth mixed together. Everything just makes my mouth water, though I realize it's a beast standing in front of me.

 Reality dawning upon me, I feel the long and strong fingers raising my jaw. I try to keep my eyes down in the cold, but he is far too strong. 

 Before I get a clear view of the monster oozing off thick ferociousness. Strong power and domineering fragrance roll off him.

 He is much taller than I am. As built as the Alpha King is, the fierceness I could sense of him was of a big and higher caliber. His brows are neutral, and he has a receding hairline, while his hair fell on his shoulder. One more dangerous thing…

 His eyes. Piercing. Attractive. But still, he is one of my tormentors, I know for a fact. He lives here, so he must be one of the Kings.

"I have told you Tyler, not to poke your head in my business. It's dangerous," the Alpha King says, trying to get closer.

 Both of their eyes are frightening, but the one standing right in front of me shows something like intense compassion, but still, he looks too good to be wicked.

 Vile is vile. They had no hearts.

"Forget that, Liam. We both have our businesses dealt with by us. If you could spare me this girl for this night, she would be your slave tomorrow," he says, his voice leaving some resounding effect deep inside my ear.

 My stomach sinks, and I swallow hard. My eyes blink in fear. There is no way I am going to stay with any of them. 

 I try to look at the Alpha King, gazing past this guy's shoulders. His glare cowers my eyes away, and his docile brows quivered in perfection. 

 He was angry. The Alpha King could kill me. I try to retreat backward. 

 Not a chance. His heavy hands fall on me. 

"I'm the Beta King after all," he adds, and my heart drowns in my body. My whole bones seem to be creaking hard after hearing the news.

 The Alpha King? The Beta King? These two men?

 They are responsible for all of this. They almost killed my father and us, and when dad tried to save us, they requested me. They want to torture me; humiliate me and enslave me. I am nothing but their object.

 Not the Beta King. No. I am not spending a night near this man.

"Get your hands off her. She's my property, my object," the Alpha King warns, but the eyes of the Beta King wouldn't seem to stop captivating me. 

 Suddenly, I can feel the fizzling of electricity on my shoulders. Not wanting to look at what it was, I stared emptily into his murky eyes. 

He is doing something to me.

 Something I can't tell.

"Stop it!" The Alpha King bawls and walks up to us before he disconnects his palms from both my shoulders.

 After this, I feel weak. No power. Just like I am being controlled. It seems he has magic. He has used some on me.

"What did you do to the girl? I wanted you, she's my slave," the Alpha King retorts. His gaze suddenly shifts to mine, and I try to look away from his bloody-looking eyes. 

 Those eyes that want to devour me.

"Liam, you're so boring. She's such a pretty girl, and you want to kill her so soon? Don't you think that her blood would be used to paint this house, rather? She should want to die, she would be useful for some time," he says. His lips curled into a vile smirk.

 I was right. He was bad too. He is a monster like them all. He wants to take me as his slave.

"Oh, pretty good idea," the Alpha King says, walking slowly up to me. With each passing second I can feel his strong scent drawing near me. I might choke or even forget to breathe.

"I beg you," I said. My voice is dim in pitch, making it sound like a whisper. Nothing is inside me. Not an iota of energy. My wolf  Rayana is down, too. Weak.

"Don't, little thing. Don't beg me. Blame your father for handing you over. It's his fault that he couldn't manage his pack. He would have been killed if he was presented to me. But, because you're an angel, you saved them; temporarily though," he utters.

 His words are cold, hurtful, and harsh. I hated the way this world ran. How the lives of others meant nothing to these men. 

Even as an Alpha's daughter, I was not secure.

 This is a world of death, danger, and power struggle. Alphas were considered impotent if they couldn't run their packs well, and my father was to be the prey for these rich Lords. Any Alpha that goes out of finances would be killed. But then, begging these people for money, they had a demand.

 Me.

My father had to give it up. When I tried to run, they captured me. They brought me here with chains and ferocious wolves howling behind me. If I tried to run, I was to be eaten to death. My wolf too was not strong. So I was prey.

"P-please, save me," I beg one more time.

 He is silent for a while, whilst I look downwards for the ground to swallow me. I shake terribly and try to see what he is doing.

 Boom. My heart is almost bursting. He is looking at me, staring in every entertaining way. Sleazily. Obscenely. He is enjoying it.

My cloth is ripped off in many places, making it a pleasing sight. My body is bare, and they can see my tortuous flesh almost coming out of my body, and my infested skin.

 He must love it. They are seeing what they have done.

"Delicate. Sweet. Smooth. But…" he pauses, before looking me straight in the eye. "Dirty."

"How can she not be? It must have been nice work. I have an idea, let her get the spare room and wash up. Then, we can decide what to do with her" the Beta King suggests.

 Cruel. Indeed.

"Nice one, Tyler. She is mine, so she belongs to me always," he says. A wicked smile curved his lips, and he moves closer to me. "Be ready, bitch," he spits out. 

 Be ready? Of what?

What were these people going to do to me?

 I watch as he stares again. This time, not the way before. His eyes move from my neck, down, down, before it stops somewhere…

 My breasts. No. He shouldn't be looking.

 He turns around quickly and walks up to the Beta King. I try to look down.

 Shit. My clothes too are torn there. He must have seen my cleavage. I notice him licking his lips lustfully.

 No. He was not going to do this to me, was he?

"Take her to her room. She should be neat, before you present her to us," Alpha King Liam orders before he rushes upstairs.

 The Beta King keeps his eyes on me, before retreating to follow his Alpha. Suddenly, I can feel the strength of the arms that grab my arm on either side once again, and I am moved forcefully upstairs.

 Take me out of here, goddess, I pray.

The entire house is richly decorated. I wonder where the pack members are, the way everywhere is so quiet.

 Passing through the hall, it seems like it was only walls and pillars that make up the house, no doors. We walk down the hall before they lead me to the stairs. The steps are spiral, leading to the upstairs. I try to catch my breath and lean against the banister as I move, but then, their grips are too tight. 

They move me. I move.

 After a series of doors, they pull me to a particular door. Cracking the door open, they push me inside, and I fall hard on the ground. 

"Don't do that, she's the Alpha King's prey," the epsilon aspirant says to the ones who committed the treacherous act.

 I could feel the rattling of chains behind me. A few seconds after it stops, my hands are set free. They have freed me. Grabbing my legs in the same atrocious and impish manner, they set me free. The ease covers my entire legs, and it springs up my entire body.

 "Find the bathroom. Your dress is there. Be real quick. We're outside," the epsilon man says before they all march outside.

 "Find the bathroom, your dress is there. Be real quick," I mimic, breathing hard. I was finally free from the chains, but still, they are outside. 

I can't escape, or they'll hear. Even if I do, I can't run. My wolf isn't either. They'll catch me. I give up to fate, my magicless destiny should overshadow me.

 I try to search for what they had pointed out. The room was very large, large for a slave. Slaves were put in prison, but I have got a big room. It is even comparable to my father's pack house, maybe half the size.

 The room is like the entire of the house, nicely decorated and painted, with marble floors and pink tiles. A chaise lounge sits around the corner, and a nice chandelier hangs on the ceiling. There is also a queen-sized bed. 

"I'm dirty," I say to myself, heading towards the place assumedly, the bathroom.

 The place is bigger than my room in my father's house, and I could see the hot water in the tub. The shower could easily fit many people in it, and even the mirror could reveal my whole frame. Stopping my ragged clothes off, I step under the warm downpour. 

 Cool, man. It sent something odd in me at first, because I am almost frozen having been in the cold for so long. I inhale deeply. The air is fresh. My lungs have been polluted by the air in the streets.

  Drying my hair with the towel, I walk out of the bathroom, leaving wet footprints as I move. Seeing the white robe kept for me, I sigh my lungs in and out.

 A strong outburst erupts behind me, and immediately after, heavy steps emerge from behind. 

 Someone is in the room. Who? 

Clutching myself tightly and wrapping my arms around my body, I try to turn around.

 The lights go off.

 My heart shakes. My whole body. Heat is beginning to spring up from my core, and my heart is throbbing dangerously.  The loud and heavy breath seems to be approaching near, with the sounding footfalls blending in a perfectly rhythmic manner.

 The heat is burning like red, and I try to see who it is, but darkness is playing with me.

"You're mine. You have nowhere to run," the thick familiar voice speaks. It is dangerous. A strong whisper. The cold breath buried my face.

"H-huh?" I say, shaking instantly. This demon is going to devour me.

"Now, strip," he orders.

 My heart cuts. I instantly freeze. My brain explodes, and my whole body has fear and death running in it like the motion of a waterfall.

"I want to see you, everything. Your body. I want to have it. I want to taste it."

 The voice is too thick, too harsh, and speaks nothing but fear. I forget to breathe, and choke hard, swallowing the saliva forming because of his pungent and woodsy scent. It is resounding in my ear. The beast will kill me.

I am going to die.