All Chapters of Decimated: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The closer we got to the entrance of the ballroom, the louder the music and constant chatter got. But not so loud that you would have to shout to be heard in a conversation. Looking into the Ballroom from the doors, it was a sea of colours, faces and smiles. The suits that the males wore were a range of blacks, greys, blues and greens. Some wore ties, whilst others did not. Apart from one clown that had decided to wear a fuchsia pink suit. I laughed at the wolfs courage to dress so flamboyantly noticeable. All the dresses here tonight were enough to make rainbows perhaps more than a hundred times over. There was varying shades of every colour that you could ever think of all in different materials; lace, silk, satin, organza, cotton etc. Each dress was unique and beautiful, and from what I could see, each person wore a different dress. Not two people wore the same one, making the tides in the sea of colours and bodies ever-changing. The odd sparkle from glitter on a few of the dr

Holy motherfucking fuck balls. Of all the fucktards in the present and in history, I get the son of the biggest arsehole of all time, as my fucking mate. Shock, disgust, repulse, nausea and anything else in the negative column overtook any feelings of fear as I reached these tosspots. Before I stepped into the arms of the poisonous wolf, I wanted to throw my arms into the air as I ran, shouting, ‘Nope, not today, Satan! Not today!’ Or even, ‘Fuck that shit!’ But nope, there were too many wolves on guard at all the exits, I would never make it any further than I could spit or piss. Instead, I had to settle with actual body contact with the most heinous and repulsive wolf that I have ever met. As Corbin drew his arms around my significantly smaller frame than his, Reid stomped forward aggressively, ready to try stealing his mate away from a possible challenger but stopped just shy of his dad and me. My eyes shot to his, pleading with him to help me in some way. My arms were pinned t

Reid’s head was twisted to the side as he looked at me questioningly, trying to figure out the puzzle that I had just created for him. “What?” I aggressively said the single word to him, thinking that maybe playing the ‘oblivious’ card might be a good way to get off his radar. It worked though, he turned away from me and I looked to Corbin. Corbin had noticed the indifference between us but had decided not to say anything. Instead, he turned back to his audience that was being held through fear and the threat of death. Out of the corner of my eye, to the side of the room, I could see a male wolf from our pack twitching, his eyes frequently darting to and from the exit close-by to him and Corbin. I started shaking my head and mouthing the word ‘no’, but it was no good, the wolf was not looking at me. He tried bolting as fast as his wolf speed could take him to the patio doorway. He never stood a chance though. One of the many heavily muscled guards that was standing just outsid

There were many gasps of shock as Corbin revealed his plans for Elliot, but there was also just as many hushed murmurs as the other wolves here questioned what a Blood Eagle was and just what that entailed. The sounds of shuffling as wolves twisted and turned to each other gossiping reached my twitching ears from my position at the front of the confused and terrified group. There was one noise that differed from the typical gasps and whispers of the group that stood out to me, as if it had been highlighted and the volume turned up. A random whimper of understanding and fear had my stomach reaching with sympathy and grabbing my attention. It had been mum letting the involuntary sound slip from her lips as Corbin had finally informed us all his plans for our youngest Alpha Heir, my brother, her son. Her wolf’s need to protect its pup was most likely in full force, eager to attack Elliot’s captors and free him before anyone attempted this barbaric torture, the Blood Eagle, whatever it i

The glow on the field increased in intensity as fires were lit sporadically. They were lit close to the posts in preparation of any new tortures that were about to happen to the males that were not going to be kept alive as prisoners. All in the name of satisfying Corbin’s morbid curiosities. Basically, any male that was strong enough to fight back, or those too old to change the mentality of, was led to the unsuspecting posts that previously seemed to have been placed for no apparent reason by Corbin’s men. But, as the reason for them dawned upon me, it stirred a new pain in my heart at all the loses yet to come. My tears dried up, and my mind seemed to be shutting down, numbing me as it went into shock. I was lost. A place that I had grown up in and was as familiar with as the back of my own hand, was now an unrecognisable, dull hellhole and I just stood paralised, unable to focus yet alone move even a toe. I watched as my pack mates were separated and tied to posts. Others we