Vladimir
When I think of my life, my past, and what I would change if I had the chance to do it, many things come to my mind. But I would never regret loving her. Every moment I spent with her was a gift.
My mind goes back to that fatal day, and when I remember all the blood, the cup I am washing slips from my hand and falls on the floor with a loud noise, shattering. I look at it. This is how I am right now–broken.I hear him growl behind me and my heart starts pounding so fast in my chest, and I am already trembling with fear. I know what is going to happen, and I close my eyes. I deserve everything that is happening to me. For I am a criminal.The Alpha first punches me in the nose and then in the stomach, hard, making me bend from the pain. Blood is dripping from my broken nose."You worthless piece of shit! You always break something! And every time you break something, it costs me money. How are you going to pay for what you just broke?" Alpha Max spits his anger at me while he keeps hitting me.I get on my knees and wait for him to stop. From experience, I know he will stop when he either gets tired or I blackout.I put my arms around my head, trying to make myself as small as possible and endure his beating. His anger and fury. I know the beating I receive is not for the cup. But for her."I won't give you food for the next three days," he says angrily.Alpha Max beats me until he gets tired. When he finally stops, all my body aches with pain. I don't try to move, knowing that if I do move, he will hit me some more."Get up and clean the mess you made!" he orders me, kicking me in the ribs hard. I try hard not to grunt. "You piece of shit!" he says and spits on me.Alpha Max turns his back and leaves. I remain alone in the kitchen, and I close my eyes. Blood is still dripping from my broken nose, and I try so hard not to think about it.Eventually, I try to get up, but everything hurts, and my body refuses to move. I stay still for a few more minutes, then I try to get up again. It takes me five minutes to stand up. My legs are shaking, and I steady myself with the help of the counter. And I smell it. I look down, and I see blood on the white floor. The smell and sight of it make me faint. Memories that haunt me every night creep into my mind–memories that will torment me forever.I try to think of something else–of happy days with her. Because I don't want to see her broken–broken because of me. Her blood on my hands, my clothes. And the blood of the others that died that day. Because of me, of what I did. I am a fucking murderer, and I deserve to suffer.I start to breathe through my mouth, and I close my eyes. It takes me a while to get a hold of my emotions and my memories. Slowly, the nightmare that began a long time ago goes back to the darkest place of my mind. Memories of her linger in my head, and my heart breaks a little more. I deserve all that is happening to me. And no matter how much time passes, it will never be enough to pay for what I did.It doesn't take long for my nose to stop bleeding and to start healing. Even for a werewolf, I still heal faster than normal. Call it a blessing. Or a curse. Because Alpha Max loves to use my ability of fast healing to cut me with a silver knife wanting to see how long it takes for me to heal. Sometimes a torture session might last an entire night.Once my memories stop haunting me, I turn the water on and scrub my face, neck, and hands until I don't smell any more blood on me. I try to clean my clothes of my blood as best as I can.After that, I look for old rags and bleach to clean the floor. I scrub all the floor until I don't smell more blood. Lastly, I pick up the pieces of the cup.I look at the clock. More than thirty minutes have passed since the Alpha left. Damn! I have to hurry and do all my chores, or Alpha Max will drag me into the courtyard and beat me in front of the pack. And I have so much to do until the day is over.As I hurry out of the Pack House, my knees buckle, and I fall, and all I want to do is to crawl onto my dirty mattress and sleep. I feel weak from all the beatings I receive daily.I inhale deeply and stand."Oh, my Goddess! He beat you again!" I hear Ana from behind me.Ana is my only friend in the Silver Pack. She and her family are Omegas. Ana's mother, Mrs. Radu, would usually gives me a slice of bread and cheese when no one is watching. She risks a lot for me, and I am grateful.I turn and look at Ana. Her eyes go wide from the shock of seeing me."When will Alpha Max stop torturing you?" Ana asks me with tears in her eyes.Not until he kills me. But he is taking his fucking time.I look into her soft brown eyes, "He is the Alpha, and I am the slave. You know he can do whatever he wants with me.""You can run away. I have thought about–"But before she could finish what she had to say, I heard someone calling me."Slave! In the entertainment room. Now!"I ignore the pain I feel almost constantly, and I hurry to see who is calling me. I know that if I take too long, I will receive another beating, and the beating I just received from Alpha Max painted my body with a lot of painful bruises. They will heal fast, though, and tomorrow, I will get new ones. "SLAVE!" I hear one more, and I recognize the Beta's voice before entering the room.When I get inside, a fist hits me in the cheek, and I fall flat on my ass. I stand as fast as I can."Why the hell are you so slow? How many times do I have to call you?" the Beta asks me, full of anger."I-I a-am s-sorry, B-Beta Stefan," I apologize.I hate stuttering, but all the years of abuse, torture, and submission made me stutter with almost everyone I speak to."Clean the room, and then bring snacks for my mate and me in our room!"With that, Beta Stefan and Cristina, his mate, leave me alone to clean the mess they made. Each day he and Cristina destroy something just to make me do more work. The Beta enjoys punishing me just as much as Alpha Max does.I spend around an hour organizing the room and then rush to get Beta Stefan the snacks he asked for. By now, I know what each pack member prefers to eat. Things that I am not allowed to eat. Things that I don't even remember what they taste like anymore.When I am in front of the Beta's room, I knock on the door once, wait a few seconds, and enter.Beta Stefan and Cristina are on the bed, under the comforter, and the room reeks of sex."You should have had brought this earlier. Lazy slave!" he yells at me."I-I am s-sorry, Beta. I-I finished as f-fast a-as I c-could."I go to put the tray on the table, and I don't realize Beta Stefan got out of the bed until he yanks my hair, snapping my head to the back. He forces me to turn around, and I make sure never to look him in the eyes."You are not fast enough! Worthless, pathetic worm!"Still gripping my hair, he punches me in the stomach as hard as he can. Then he drags me out of his room. The pain makes me want to vomit, but I know I don't have time to stop. I have so much to do.I rush to prepare snacks for the entire pack. Once I am done with that, I bring wood into each room because it is already the end of October, and nights are getting colder. Then, I have to prepare the dining room for dinner. During this time, I get hit at least ten times more, spat at, and shoved more times than I can remember.Most pack members call me slave or worm. I don't even remember the last time someone called me by my name. Ana's parents usually call me "boy" while Ana calls me V, but only when no one is close. Alpha Max has made it clear that I am to be called 'slave' or 'worm.' He usually prefers to call me 'piece of shit.'Dinner is torture for me. I am always hungry because I only receive two slices of bread every two or three days. All the food smells always makes my mouth water, and my stomach growls, reminding me I haven't eaten for some time. Serving it to the pack is another kind of torture. But I remember I won't be getting any food in the next three days. And the last time I ate was...two days ago.When the pack members start eating, I go to the kitchen, wanting to see if Mrs. Radu needs my help."You poor thing," Mrs. Radu says, looking at me. "You haven't eaten all day. And most likely, the day before, you also went hungry. When was the last time the Alpha gave you food?""I don't know," I say, not wanting to make her more worried than she is."You need to eat something," she says and goes to the pantry.She gives me a slice of bread and one of cheese and makes me go to a corner of the kitchen."Eat fast, and don't let anyone see you," she tells me before leaving the kitchen.I close my eyes, thinking that I should not eat the food because if Alpha Max catches me–I don't even want to think about what will happen if he finds me eating.But I am so hungry. I need to eat something.I take one bite from the bread when I hear a voice. His voice."Stealing from my food, slave?"I freeze in fear. He sounds furious. So furious. I know what he does to me when he sounds this enraged. And it is all my fault. He told me that I couldn't eat for the next three days, and I disobeyed his order."I-I w-was hungry a-and–" I try to explain, but he punches me so hard in the cheek that my head hits the wall behind me."I will teach you to never steal from me again!" he growls at me.He keeps hitting me with his fists. When he punches me in the stomach, and I fall on my hands and knees, he kicks me with his feet until I blackout.Vladimir When I open my eyes, I find myself in the stables, laying on my back on my mattress with my thin and dirty blanket is covering my body. The scent and the neigh of the horses are familiar and comforting to me, as I have been sleeping in the stables for many years.I am not sure for how long I have been unconscious because it is dark in the stable, and I know it is during the night.My body throbs with pain, but after years of torture, the pain has become part of my life. But my life hasn't always been like this. There had been a time when I had a family, and I lived in a Rogue Community. There had been a time when I was not a slave or part of the Silver Pack. It's not a big pack; around a hundred werewolves live here. We live close to Târgoviște in Romania.As I shift on the mattress, I wonder who brought me here because the last thing I remember is being in the kitchen, Alpha Max beating me until I blacked out.I try to get to my left side, and a hiss of pain escapes my lips
Elena As I look at the burned buildings of the Mountain Pack, I tie my hair in a ponytail. I frown while I try to assess how much the repairs will cost. Of course, some buildings will have to be rebuilt.Mark moves to my left, but I don't say a word as I keep looking at the Pack House. Half of it perished in the fire. I frown while I try to think how the pack members will live until they have the new buildings.Less than sixteen hours ago, the Mountain Pack was attacked by a pack of rogue wolves. I still don't understand how the rogues managed to do so much damage to this pack."How many dead?" I ask Alpha Dan, the Alpha of the pack.From the corner of my right eye, I see how Alpha Dan scratches the back of his head before talking, "Ten dead and twenty-three wounded.""And what the fuck were the Enforcers doing? Play fucking cards while the rogues attacked?" I snap at the Alpha.Each pack of werewolves has at least ten Enforcers or more, depending on the size of the pack and the terri
Vladimir Like most nights, nightmares haunt me. For fifteen years, night after night, I relive that day when I took her life. After that, I dream of being tortured by Alpha Max. His father was cruel, but Alpha Max is ten times crueler.I wake up breathing hard, and I feel a body pressed to me, and I try to get away from whoever it is. A hiss of pain escapes my lips as I fall from the mattress."V? It's Ana!"When I hear her voice, I relax. I know I am safe with her."Sorry," I mumble. "I had a nightmare."I grit my teeth and crawl back on the mattress. When I am lying next to her, Ana asks me, "The dungeons?"Between Ana and me, there are no secrets. She is the only one that hasn't treated me like a criminal. The only one that never harmed me. Her and her family."Yes," I say in a flat tone."Every time I remember what they did to you in there, my blood boils in anger!" Ana says.Even if Ana is four years younger than me and was only eight years when I was brought into the pack. She w
Elena For about four days, Mark, William, and I visit packs from Sibiu and Brașov. No matter how fast I move, the rogues and vampires are two steps ahead of me.As we leave the last pack that was attacked behind, a growl escapes my lips."Every time you growl, I feel like hiding. You are scarier than an Alpha male," Mark says.I look at Mark. He is driving the car."Scared of a female, Mark?"William, sitting in the back seat, laughs, "Dude, you are not just a female. You are Elena."Mark chuckles, "Packs use your name to scare little pups. I am scared of you, and I am an adult."I look out the window and look at how the sunlight filters through the canopy of the trees before I say, "It does not matter who I am if I can't stop Mihnea."'One day, we will kill him,' Mia, my wolf, says.While I talk a lot and say what the fuck I want, Mia is quieter and thinks before she speaks. But she had been my other half since the day I turned fourteen, and I would not change anything about her or o
VladimirAna insists we escape, and to be honest, in the last few days, I have started to think more and more about freedom. After the beating Beta Stefan gave me, I made sure not to make any more mistakes. The first two nights after my last beating, Ana brought me more food, but on the second night, after she left the stables, Alpha Max almost caught her, and she stopped coming to the stables.I spent a lot of time cleaning and decorating the Pack House for the Alpha's birthday. Tables and chairs have been put in the big dining room, while in the kitchen, food and drinks that have been prepared are waiting to be served. "You should eat something!" Mrs. Radu says and puts a plate with food on the table.I remember what happened the last time she gave me food, and I a take step back."I am fine," I say.She pulls a chair. "Alpha Max is too busy to notice you. So eat everything; you need your energy for tonight!" Mrs. and Mr. Radu know about Ana's plan to escape the Silver Pack. We wi
Vladimir Three Enforcers drag me to the dungeons while four pack members take Ana and her parents. I try to free myself from the Enforcers, but one of them takes out a taser and uses it on me until I stop struggling. Fortunately, they don't do anything to Ana or her parents. When we reach the dungeons, we are taken to different cells. There are bloodstains on the walls and the floor of the cell the Enforcers take me to. A pole dressed in silver is in the middle, and a male removes my t-shirt and ties me to it with special zip ties. After that, I am left alone in the cell. I struggle to get free, but the harder I pull, the more the zip ties seem to cut into my wrists. Derayu tries to speak to me, but I block him. Screams coming from Ana and her parents start a few minutes later. Son of a bitch! Alpha Max will make me listen to how he hurts the only people who care about me before torturing me. Nothing would have happened if I had insisted to Ana that I didn't want to escape. "T-T
Elena The trip to Silver Pack takes more time than I expected. We were on a lonely road when a group of vampires and rogues attacked us. Between Mark, William, and I, we killed them fast. After we got rid of the bodies, I saw that one of my bolts got stuck in one of the car tires. While Mark and William changed the tire, I thought of the slave. The rest of the way to Silver Pack, I keep thinking about Max and the phone call, and it makes no sense. Slaves have been a commodity for many generations and were usually humans, members of enemy packs, or rogues. In the beginning, the slaves were treated like Omegas, but with time, Alphas and other werewolves started mistreating the slaves. Females were given to warriors and used for pleasure and breeding, while the males were put to do most of the work inside the pack. After many years of suffering, an Alpha and Luna Supreme decided enough was enough and abolished slavery. Of course, there were still Alphas that chose to do the opposite an
Elena William does not waste any time, and with a strong kick, he breaks the door. Inside, two males are behind a desk and are staring at a laptop. I am positive the one with black hair is Max, while I don’t recognize the one with brown hair. They are so absorbed by what they see on the laptop they don’t hear the noise caused by the broken door or me getting inside. Close to the desk, sitting on a chair, is a young female. From her scent, I know she is an Omega—not that I care about ranks. Her palms cover her face, and her shoulders are shaking. While no sound is coming from her, I know she is crying silently. Her clothes are ripped and torn and full of blood, and she has injuries all over her body. “Morţii mă-sii,” (His/Her mother’s dead relatives) William swears before he removes his jacket, walks over to the female, and puts it over her shoulders before lifting her in his arms. It is only then that she notices us. Her eyes fill with fear and more tears. Her mouth parts, and her bo