Todos los capítulos de Trapped by the Savage Alpha: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

(Xalik)(NSFW Content Ahead)The moment I learnt my father was the one suggesting my name for The Hunt, something broke inside me. Did he hate me this much to wish such heinous depravity upon me?Not only did he condemn me, but also Zorya. I could bear the pain meant for me, but not her. I had to protect her by every means necessary. We had to live; we had to survive. I knew we could. Canara lost her mind the moment she came to know I had been chosen as the hunted. She cried in my arms as if I was the most precious thing in the world to her. It wasn't me; it was the control she exercised over me. She had come to love the humiliation and torture she put me through. Breaking me and bending me according to her wishes. No wonder she had no mate. No one could suffer her malevolence. “I have a party to attend. I would take you along, but I don't like sharing you.” Her painted fingernails provocatively grazed against my skin. “And my friends love to share their slaves.” She wryly smiled

(Zorya)I jerked away from him, gathering the quilt to my chest, unable to control my reaction in my drowsy state. Hurt curled up on his face, but he masked it quickly. “Don’t keep the guests waiting,” he said with finality, getting up from the side of the bed. “Yes, master.” I climbed out of bed and realised there were two slaves behind him. “Get her ready for breakfast and the presentation.” “Yes, Alpha.” They bowed to him. Throwing me one last glance, Caliath walked out of the room, and my erratic breathing eased. “Come, girl. We shouldn't keep the Alpha waiting.” They beckoned me towards the bathroom. I obliged. The bath had already been prepared for me. They scrubbed me clean, gently washed my hair and ripped off every unwanted hair from my body. The fancy gown chosen for me was off the shoulder, constructed from an overly expensive silk cashmere blend. The deep plum shade contrasted against my skin. They curled up my hair but let it hang loose on my back. “Put that pin

(Xalik)I thought I knew fear and helplessness. I didn't, not until the very moment when that sick bastard asked Zorya to strip, while holding the remote in his hand. My father held mine, his cunning gaze fixed on me, taking in all of my reactions. I didn't care how many times he pressed that damn button; I cared that they wouldn't press hers. My body locked in fight mode, my thinking process numbed. Only the urge to protect her remained. No, I wouldn't let them desecrate her. But I knew, any involvement on my part and they would know, they would hurt her, they would kill her to merely punish me. Not only me, but Caliath was involved too. He was obsessed with Zorya; I had seen it in his eyes. And his father had called him to watch. She was in this position mostly because of him, because they believed he was becoming too attached and in his world, he couldn't become attached. “The Hunted are not supposed to be harmed once chosen,” I said with controlled rage. My father snickered.

(Zorya)My mind had numbed; my body wouldn't stop shaking. I didn't know what Xalik would have done if that explosion hadn't taken place. The physical pain from the shock mingled with the emotional pain. I closed my eyes, giving myself in to whatever was going to happen. I had to admit, I was powerless in front of these people. “Hey, hey, look at me.” Xalik's frantic voice and his taps on my cheeks made me keep my eyes open, but I had no strength to speak. I wished to close my eyes and disappear from this world and its cruelties. I wasn't sure how much more I could handle. “Zorya! You are going to stay with me. Look at me.” He continued to pat my face so I would stay awake. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. My eyes were brimming with tears. He placed a pillow under my legs to elevate my body and covered me with a blanket to keep the blood flowing to my organs and calm my shaking being. The electric shock caused the temperature of my body to drop. “I want to be alone,

(Zorya)The day of the Hunt came like all other days. I was draped in a simple brown dress that fell to my knees. The colour of the mud. My collar was not removed. My hair was neatly braided and placed on my spine. I wore Ashlia's pin in my hair and Xalik's butterfly on my flesh. A brown satchel I needed to carry with me had some essentials to survive the day until the next morning. The two slave girls moved me out of the room, and I found Caliath standing there waiting for me. Eyes wild, hair even wilder. The dark circles under his eyes indicated he hadn't slept in a long time. He never came to see me after what happened. Halion said he saved me. Did he though? I was here because of him. My life was ruined because of him. “Leave us,” he sternly told them, and they made themselves scarce. “Survive. I know you are a survivor.” He grabbed my shoulders, making my heart lurch. “When you come back. There will be a change in our relationship so you won't have to face what you did on t