Star's pov
I opened my eyes, taking in the surroundings. The room was dark and damp. Pain surged through every limb of mine. I groaned and tried to sit up, only to fall back, gruff expletives escaping my mouth. The floor was so damp and cold, and I placed my cheek on it to ease the burn I felt on my face. Burns from the scratches on my face. I closed my eyes again, grimacing at the pain, tears ran down the corners of my eyes.
My mind drifted back to the dreadful scenery that had played out in front of me when my new mate's minions had taken me out of my dungeon cell.
After hearing that Alpha Duncan had been killed along with his men, I had expected the outside to be in some sort of disarray but nothing I had ìmagined prepared me for what I saw.It was a massacre. Bodies pulled apart with their internal organs spilling out.
The brute carrying me like a log of wood didn't seem even a bit bothered by the gruesome scene or by my heaving and vomiting. I puked out everything I could find in my empty stomach and had to force myself to stop for fear that my organs would fall out just like the bodies I had seen.The stench was almost visible. I clamped my hands over my mouth and nose as I held my breath till I was slowly losing consciousness. This seemed to draw the brute's attention as he suddenly threw me to the floor causing me to scream out in pain. At least that got me breathing and conscious again.
He picked me up like nothing happened and we continued our journey through the sea of deaf bodies. Dead bodies of my people. I may have been hated by many for being weak and not being able to wolf-out but they were still my people. And though I've never been respected as one, I was still their Luna. Their weak and helpless Luna who could do absolutely nothing for them.
New set of tears had gathered in my eyes, threatening to fall when I heard the loud howl from the Lycans. It was deafening and frightening. I could tell from the sound of it that they were feeling fulfilled at their bloodied victory and I was the trophy to prove that.
After spending what felt like hours wallowing in self-pity, I finally sat up. I looked at the tiny window protected by iron bars. I could tell that this tribe definitely spent a lot on their prison cells. The bars looked far stronger than the ones from my village. Everything here looked stronger and much more scary and whatever thoughts of escaping I had formed in my mind, slowly disappeared as I stared hopelessly at the window.
It was already night time. I could tell from the brilliant shine that filtered into my dark cell from the moonlight. The moon was definitely full tonight and I ached to see it. I tried standing up, but immediately my feet connected with the ground. A shocking wave of pain which was almost unbearable hit me, causing me to instantly fall back to the ground.
I fell back on the same ankle that was the source of the pain causing me to cry out in pain. If the guards heard me, I wouldn't know as they paid no mind to me. I think my ankle is now shattered. The pain was blinding. Many thoughts run across my mind as I crandle my ankle, stifling my sobs. Will I be able to walk again?
I layed down and drew my knees to my chin, circling my arms around my knees, large loops of tears dropping from my eyes. I hummed a lullaby my mum always sang to me as a child and willed myself to sleep. But sleep was beyond me at this point. I can't tell how long I stayed there in that position, as a matter of fact, I couldn't even tell what day it was. I have been more unconscious than I was conscious. I had been given stale bread as food just once since I've been here and not once have I had the privilege to take a bath. I couldn't tell day from night since it was always dark in my prison cell.
I felt a piercing gaze directed at me which forced me to seat up and snap to the entrance of my cell. I couldn't tell who was there but I stayed alert watching the darkness and waiting for whatever wanted to happen next. In the dark I could hear the clanging sound of keys rattling against my cell gate. Someone was opening it. I shifted back, wondering if the Lycan Alpha had decided what he'd do with me now.
The last time I had seen him was when I had slapped and angered him. I wonder if he would have treated me differently if I had kept my hands to myself then. I shook my head quickly against that thought. He was a ruthless killing machine who murdered my people both old and young. Nothing good can be expected to come out of something like him. He was anything but human.
The gate finally opened and two guards walked in. One holding an oil lamp and a bunch of keys while the other who was much bigger in size was empty handed but far more terrifying. They were here to drag me to another room. To my surprise this room looked a lot better. Unlike the cell, this room had a bed and a small wooden chair. In fact, compared to Alpha Duncan's cell and my previous cell, this was princess treatment.
I quickly noticed the tray of food on the chair. It wasn't just molten bread this time. It was some kind of corn porridge. I walked to the chair as slowly as my pride would allow and eyed the guards suspiciously. Surely if they wanted to kill me they wouldn't need to go through all the trouble of preparing a poisoned meal for me.
I stayed there standing and staring at the food till the guards locked the door and left. I rushed the food fearing that they might change their minds and take the food away. Tears fell down my eyes as I burnt my tongue with the hot food but I continued eating till there was nothing left on the plate. It took all my strength not to lick the plate when I finished the food. I drank water from the cup of water that they had dropped along with the food. It was probably weeks since I had eaten.
When I had finished with my meal, I focused on the next pressing issue. I tore off the sleeve of my dress and used it to wrap around my ankle. Hopefully, that would reduce the pain and stop the swelling. I layed on the bed and begged sleep to take me. Anything to stop myself from thinking of how horrible my life is or the scene of dismembered bodies that refused to leave my head.
Just as sleep finally came, I was jerked back to consciousness by the noise of the cell door being opened. A young girl came in with a bucket of water and a washcloth. She didn't say anything to me. She waited till I understood her intentions and took off my clothes or the remnants of clothes I still had on.
She quietly washed my body, taking time to clean all the wounds on my body and applying an ointment to them, bathing was hell. This wasn't the bathing treatment I expected from this tribe. They were monsters like their Alpha and I had expected the guards would take me to the river and push me into the water as if to drown me, and they would stand there watching me as I scrubbed my skin. I had imagined that scenario many times when I thought of having a bath. But to my utmost surprise,my reality was quite different.
I sat quietly as the girl washed me. I realized that was the reason for the chair in this room. The girl worked quietly and quickly. When she was done, she collected my tattered clothes and layed a simple garment out on the bed for me. She stood and waited till I got dressed, then she left. Minutes later, the guards were back.
The one that looked much scarier grabbed the chain that was lying by the bed, fastened on my hands and dragged me up with it. I whimpered as pain shot through me again. He clearly didn't care if I was in pain. The other guard didn't seem to mind either. He simply made way for the first brute to pull me with the chains. I didn't need to forcefully move my body so I wouldn't stir the anguish, but they didn't care. They dragged me with them, the chains around my feet making noise as they moved across the floor. Soon, we were outside.
We walked by a passage packed with lycan guards who were talking in hushed voices as I was pulled past them. It felt like I was walking down the hall of shame. They seemed to be members of the tribe army both young and old. Some smiled slyly and used their eyes to strip me as we made our way to wherever they were taking me. Some watched me with intense curiosity while others, with outright lust.
In my village, I was considered one of the most beautiful ladies but that did nothing to pacify their hatred for a weakling like me, and here was the same thing. I saw the lips of some of them twitch up in snares. If given a chance, these people would either rape me or stone me to death. I don't think they even need the stones, they would rip me apart with their bare hands just like they did to the people from my village.
My mind and senses were more awake today probably because I had finally eaten a decent meal for the first time in weeks or maybe because I had taken a bath and my wounds felt a little better. I couldn't help but wonder if I had the Lycan Alpha, my new mate, to thank for all that.
When I was brought into my previous cell, I had no idea how the rest of this mansion looked since I kept slipping in and out of consciousness from shock and fatigue. I had never noticed many things before when I was dragged out of my little prison, now I tried to study my environment. I would need to know every detail about this place if I hoped to escape someday. We finally left the scrutinizing eyes of the tribes' guards and went into a large room.
The room looked more like an office with a large muscular man seated on an armchair writing something in a book. He looked up when we came in. Carefully eyeing me then his eyes drifted to the guards that had brought me in. He kept staring at them till they visibly felt uncomfortable. I know him; he was the one with the Lycan Alpha the day of the invasion. He was really huge but had a gentle aura around him. He was probably the one that instructed the slave girl to bathe me.
He got up and walked to where we stood. He gently inspected my wound, sending cold stares at the guards who kept their eyes glued to the ground.Two girls that seemed to be above slave rank from their dressing were in the room when I arrived. They all looked at me with scorn and moved away as I approached. Their stares scared me but not more than the stares of the pack of guards that we had passed by. They were glaring daggers at me. Just what exactly have I done to deserve so much hate. Why has the moon goddess decided to push me from the frying pan to the fire. It wasn't my fault that I'm weak or that I came from a clan that they hate. I would have been dead from their stares if eyes could shoot arrows.
"Remove the chains from her," the large man instructed. The guards who had been uncomfortable doing nothing quickly jumped at the opportunity to be busy with anything. They quickly uncuffed me and set the chains aside. The large man who they referred to as the Beta turned to the girls who were still glaring at me.
"Take her to the Alpha’s quarters. He has ordered her presence."Wait what! I visibly shrunk as I thought of what the Alpha would want from me or what he would want to do with me. I knew I had no escape from the savage Lycan Alpha.
Alpha Farell's POVA sigh escaped my lips as I turned to the tall palm tree at a distance. The wind hurried, causing the branches to dance helplessly. I felt my lips tilt up a little at a fond memory; I had just turned eighteen and was eager to feel the mate bond with a member of my pack so I had attended any and every party but I still couldn't find my mate.It was my duty as the son of the Alpha to find a suitable mate. I knew deep down that that was only an excuse. From a very young age, I had watched the display of love and affection between my father and mother. Their bond surpassed the normal mate's bond. They were soul mates. He was a fearless Alpha to all others, ruthless even, but not when he was with her.With my mother, my father a fearless Lycan was reduced to a whiny puppy. Their friendship and companionship was next to none. And I craved it.I had promised myself that once I found my mate I would treat her so perfectly that it would make even my parents jealous. Loosing
Star's POVThe Lycan alpha rested on his elbows as he blinked out residual tears. My legs trembled at his peircing gaze. I didn't think he was aware of how tears still fell slowly down his chin. Slight relief curled within me when he dropped his dark red eyes from me and stared at his bloody hands. The moment I walked in the Alpha's scent had quickly alerted me of who's room I was put in. Although it was expected, I hadn't expected him to want to use me so soon. At first I shied away into a corner holding my knees to my chest as I wondered why I have always been so unfortunate with packs and mates. Having a mate was supposed to be a beautiful everlasting experience that sealed a person's heart to their mates but it appeared the goddess found joy in mocking me by giving me mates that were the strongest in their packs. Who would cherish such a waste as me? My stay here was only going to be tourture and I already wished I was killed alongside my people. My ears pick up a quiet whimp
Star's POVLoneliness quickly consumed me as my mind registered my current situation. I couldn't do anything aside waiting patiently. As patient as I was trying to be I knew it was going to be impossible surviving in a pack that wasn't mine without my wolf. I wanted out of it all. I didn't want to remember my pain or sorrow. I wanted peace but that too was far fetched. No matter how hard I tried to ignore the gnawing on my chest I just couldn't. Not with thoughts of him plaguing my mind. He was unconsciously crying in his sleep and it left me wondering what had made him cry. I shook my head; he didn't deserve my sympathy. He was the reason I was still alive unfortunately. He was to blame for the death of my people. Nothing good could come out from such. He was a beast and just like him I would rather be mateless than tied to him. During the day I could pick up faint sounds of the hussle and bustle of the pack. Those who kept me prisoner made sure to check on me severally and neith
Alpha Farrell's POVI took in my surrounding, hating the dirty condition of the cell. Yes I threw her in here but Archer could have at least ensured they cleaned the place up before locking my mate... before locking her up in here. Thinking back on the conversation Archer tried to have with me I brought my eyes to Star. Her eyes filled with fear as she avoided holding my gaze. Not that I wanted her too. I was still upset about the broken portrait but I was willing to give reason to Archer's word. I had promised him after all. I glanced over at her before speaking. "Are you hurt?" Star appeared startled by my voice then raised her head. I inhaled when her eyes met mine. If there was any word that best described her bright blue eyes it would be 'gorgeous'. I suddenly felt envious of how captivating and calming her eyes were unlike my red eyes that were testified scary. I softened my gaze on her hoping to lessen the fear I could feel coming from her. I moved closer but stopped when s
Alpha Farrell's POVThe sound of my steps echo through the hallways as I storm into my study. The mate bond be damned! Who does she think she is?! My breathing became heavy and I felt like returning back to the cell to finish off what I started. What right does she think she had to speak to me in such manner. Like I was some pitiful case and she was the cure to my ache. "She means nothing!" I screamed at the wall. "Nothing at all." Frustration overwhelmed me as I knew I was only saying this but within me I knew for sure she meant much more. Feeling the need to destroy something, anything, I pushed off the books from my desk. It did nothing to quench the anger within me. Star be damned! I angrily kicked the table off its footing, sending it into the wall. The loud clash caused a thick vibration across the windows and I found it almost satisfying. I reached for a chair and sent it flying, getting the same loud distracting noise. This was exactly what I needed. Something to distrac
Star's POVI wrapped my hands around myself in tiredness. The weather soaked into my body leaving me stuffed with excess cold. It was slowly getting harder for me to breathe. It probably was because a few minutes ago I was almost strangled to death. It was foolish of me to have bothered or even shown a bit of care the the Lycan alpha. He was ruthless and harsh and he didn't hesitate to prove to me how little I meant to him. If I meant anything at all. But we are mates... aren't we?I was mentally troubled with my thoughts and for a while it kept me unaware of the cold but after sitting on the cemented floor of an empty smelling cell, I eventually caught the cold. My head burned and my eyes stung but I couldn't help myself. I was locked in a cell at the far back of the prison and whenever I called on a guard I was simply ignored. At the moment I couldn't even find it in myself the strength to call for help. It wasn't all bad considering I could easily find death this way. It hurt
Archer's POVI snarled, urging Farrell to charge at me with his claws. I in no way intended to take down my brother as it would be almost impossible to do so. Even in his mid shift he was still stronger than I. "Come on!" I yelled through my hard glare. He was angry and I knew he wanted to let out some steam so I didn't mind getting a few bruises. I don't know exactly what Star had said to him but I do know that it had hurt badly and probably brought back bad memories. I wished I could say Farrell has been doing fine but that would be a big lie. He had been holding himself strong and training his new form with the help of pack warriors determined to take the life of those who killed his family. Now he had done what he wanted. He had slowly and painfully taken the life of Duncan, their alpha, yet I could see it in his eyes; he wasn't satisfied. The void wasn't filled. Killing his enemies hadn't brought them back. If he would just calm down and listen. If only he would try and see ho
Star's POVI found it impossible to sleep through the night. I wasn't sure what time it was but I knew for certain it was past midnight as the full moon shone brightly in the sky. I closed my eyes calmly listening to the echo of a loud howl. The sound wasn't happy or bland, instead it was filled with so much pain. It was the kind my father had rendered on my sixteenth birthday when I still couldn't shift. It was a call of pain and hurt. A shout of regret and helplessness. It was a sound that poured out my emotions. Oh goddess bless whoever it was weeping as the person brought a strange peace to my heart at the sound of my thoughts being poured out in a sorrowful howl. It was something I would have done severally if I could shift but then I would probably never have had to cry so hard as life would have been better and less painful to live. I would have felt choked with every breath I took. I wouldn't have to think of floating away with his sounds. This is the last sound I want to