All Chapters of Chained To An Enemy Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

The first thing I feel in the morning is the cold stone floor under my skin and the sour smell of mold. We omegas sleep in the hole they call a storage room—twelve cots, too many bodies, too few blankets. My blanket is as stiff as cardboard. My hair is matted with sweat and ash, and the skin around my wrist is red where the iron clasp rubs. I sit up. Pain flashes through my ankle; I fell during training yesterday because someone shoved me. I didn’t look back, didn’t ask why—I just got up and kept running. That’s how things work here. “Get up, snow-chick.” Mara, the female supervisor of the storeroom, kicks my bed. She isn’t an omega, but she has no real rank in the pack. That’s where she gets her power—from us, the ones she can control. “The kitchen’s on fire. Kian wants breakfast. And the guests are coming today.” My stomach tightens at the name. Kian. The Alpha’s son. The smile that isn’t a smile, only teeth. The voice that sounds smooth but can turn into a slap or a kick at t

Dawn’s light hasn’t yet reached the base of Blackrock when I wake. Between the walls the cold bites to the bone again, and in the storeroom everyone tries to steal one more minute from nothing without moving. I can’t sleep. My body hurts, my thoughts tick, and some deep, instinctive warning won’t let me rest. Outside, the pack is already stirring in the corridors. I hear the thud of boots, the orders, the metallic ring of weapons. The Red Moon men are still here. The wolves smell the foreign scent and grow edgy from it—as if every breath reminds them that someone stronger walks among them. I get up and try to smooth my hair, but half of it comes out in the comb. One girl whispers to me: “Better not draw Mara’s attention today. Kian was in a biting mood yesterday.” “He always is,” I answer softly, and head to the washroom. The water is ice-cold; my hands turn blue in it. But the cold wakes me. Gooseflesh runs along my skin, my breathing evens out. My body isn’t mine anymore