(Amber's POV)
Three years later, in the cell.
"I curse you..."
I still remembered the night that my mate died vividly... it replayed over and over again in my mind and my mate's dying words haunted me endlessly.
I'd thought of taking my own life, but I knew my mother was still waiting for me. Though I didn't know if she was still alive, until I heard definitive news of her death, I wouldn't give up on my own life!
My father had only imprisoned me; he hadn't killed me. I believed that in his eyes, I still held some value. So while he demanded my obedience, he wouldn't let my mother perish.
However, I wasn't simply kept locked in a dungeon.
For the past three years, I had been kept here in solitary confinement, with only the stoic presence of the guards and the unwanted advances of the men that my stepmother sent to try and take the one remaining precious thing that I had left to me.
My virginity. She and my stepsister viciously tried to turn me into a whore.
Thankfully, none of them had been successful as I had always managed to fight them off and they were sent back to her each time with bloody faces and bruised egos.
But they still hadn't given up. My stepmother only saw those werewolves she had sent as too weak. She was determined to achieve her goal before I die. My existence remained a threat to her. She knew that once my father realized my true value, she and her wretched daughter would be cast aside.
But when I woke up this morning, something was very much different. I had been chained to the wall by my arms as well, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off this fog that clouded my mind and lethargy that seemed to make my limbs almost too heavy to move.
I wasn't sure how long I had laid here like this, but suddenly the door opened and a man staggered into my cell unsteadily, a crooked grin on his face as I raised my head to meet his eyes defiantly.
He was more powerful than any werewolf I had encountered before, and I immediately detected a different scent!
"I heard that those who came before me didn't succeed..." He approached me with a dangerous smile. "But you know what? Three years ago, I witnessed your beauty in the crowd. Every wet dream I had since then was about you. So... here I am. I'm really looking forward to our encounter. How about you?"
Disgust. That was the only feeling I had. I smiled and spat in his face, hoping to provoke him into losing control so that I could seize any opportunity to kill him!
But almost instantly, his large hand firmly gripped my chin. "Darling, if you continue with your rebellion, I believe we will miss out on the unforgettable foreplay. Before your vagina dries up like a desert, I doubt if you can handle my size. Or do you prefer it direct?"
"Well then, , show me your dick, and I'll see if it's as convincing as you claim," I sneered, glancing at his crotch. He thought humiliation would make me submit, but ever since the incident three years ago, my mind had been focused on one thing: seizing any chance to escape and seek revenge against my father!
He blinked in shock as he sat back for a moment and wiped his face, before erupting into laughter and shaking his head.
"I'm going to make you regret that." He snarled as he positioned himself above me and unbuttoned his trousers, his stubby little cock nudging against my thigh.
"Not really got much down there to do that with though, have you?" I sneered as I lowered my voice to a mocking whisper, "Don't make promises that you have no hope of keeping."
He snarled angrily as he pulled at the chains, forcing my arms backward painfully in an effort to hurt me, but I refused to cry out, instead, I sneered at him.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be for you... just this once... be fucking nice..." he hissed as he crashed his lips onto mine and forced his tongue inside my mouth.
Perhaps I shouldn't have done what I did next... but I parted my lips wider, allowing him access and lulling him into a false sense of security.
He moaned appreciatively as he pressed his hips against my thigh and began to move his hands under the t shirt dress that I was wearing.
My heart began to race in panic as he repositioned himself between my legs and nudged my legs open wider as he deepened the kiss. It was obvious to me that he intended to go through with this and although my legs were beginning to get some feeling back in them, I wouldn't be able to move him off me in time.
It was now or never.
As he inched closer, I bit down hard, feeling the flesh of his tongue tear as his confusion turned to terror and he tried desperately to pull away. It wasn't until my teeth connected with each other that he was finally free and as he fell backward off the bed, clutching at his mouth and screaming in agony, I spat his severed tongue in his direction.
"You better believe if I had teeth down there as well, then you'd have your cock at your feet too." I spat, trying desperately not to gag on the acrid taste of his blood.
His howls of pain filled the cell and I knew that it wouldn't be long until the rest of the guards appeared and enacted their justice with their fists, but until then, I intended to savor the agonized howls that were a result of the small piece of justice that I had managed to take for myself.
I could only imagine my stepmother's rage when she discovered that her plans had been ruined yet again.
A figure appeared in the doorway and I squinted towards it, snorting derisively.
"Took you long enough didn't it? He'll probably bleed to death if you don't get him medical help soon." I smiled sweetly, knowing full well that the light from the open doorway would mean they could see the trails of blood streaking down my chin and onto my chest.
It must be a gruesome sight and quite honestly, I hoped the sight haunted them in their dreams.
"Well, I can't say that I'm surprised your behavior remains that of a feral savage," a voice that should have been familiar announced in disgust, "Your stepmother said that you had descended into madness, but I hadn't quite believed her."
"If you count defending yourself against rape as descending into madness, then I think it's you who is clearly insane." I spat back,
The man tutted and said nothing, simply gesturing to the guards behind him and they moved forward, releasing the chains that held me.
I sat up, my arms shaking unsteadily as I did so and frowned at the realization that the man in the doorway was my father.
"As of today, I absolve you of your sins." My father said gruffly.
I couldn't help but move towards him when I heard his words, trying to decipher his expression.
What was he trying to do again?
(Amber's POV) As I left the dingy hallways of the dungeon and stepped out into the light, my eyes squinted shut reflexively as my hands flew up to shield them from the glare. After so long in the darkness, the warmth of the sun's rays was a welcome relief on my pasty skin, but the light was almost excruciatingly painful for my eyes. As I take a deep breath, I finally feel Rae's awareness of the three years that Rae has been in a deep sleep because of our mate's death. Rae?" I stop myself, worried that it's just my imagination. "Amber, it's me, I'm back." After a short silence, Rae finally answers me. Suddenly I feel the sun begin to warm. I heard my father click his tongue in disapproval at our reaction to being outside after so long, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of provoking a reaction. So, I resolutely followed him in silence, shielding my eyes and glancing to the sides furtively to see if anything had changed within the layout of the pack land on the walk from
(Amber's POV) "What is she talking about?" I asked furiously, my tone holding a dangerous edge to it. "Don't worry Amber, Daddy found the perfect match for you," My stepsister's voice rose gleefully as she clapped her hands in excitement, "You should be happy that he went out of his way to find such a good match for you, especially after your public disgrace." She tittered as I growled lowly. "Are you for fucking real right now?" I scoffed angrily as my father's face darkened, "You hold me in a dungeon for three years, subject to the horrors of the guards that your bitch of a wife personally handpicked to punish me and now you retrieve me only to marry me off to goddess knows who?!" I could feel Rae's rage building at a far faster rate than my own and it took everything in me to stop her from wrenching control from me and surging towards these two conniving little bitches that directed everything behind the scenes. "Your sister is right. After what you did at your Bar Mitzvah..."
(Ryan's POV) I was in total darkness and all I could see was two men writhing together in the distance, one of them my father. I yelled and ran as hard as I could. But no matter what, I couldn't get close to them. "Father!!!" I shouted out to my father but he didn't reply, simply turning his head from his position on the floor and smiling half heartedly at me as the man who sat above him lifted his arm and plunged his claws straight through my fathers chest. Blood spurted out. "NO!!" I woke up with a start, my chest heaving as the emotions of the nightmare still ran rampant inside of me. I looked around in confusion at my surroundings but it didn't take long for me to realize that I had obviously fallen asleep in my office and the memories of that night had haunted me in my dreams once again. I let out a long breath and ran my hands over my face as I forced my heart to slow its rapid beating in the comforting silence. That was part of the reason that I worked so hard... to escape
(Amber's POV). I waited patiently outside the doors of the pack house waiting for the Beta to return but instead an Omega was sent to collect me and showed me to my room. "Is... is Ryan alright?" I asked her as we walked through the corridors, but she didn't answer me and avoided my eyes completely. I turned to thank her for bringing me to my room, but I was forced to step back hastily as the door closed quickly and narrowly avoided hitting me in the face. "Great. We've traded one prison for another." I muttered despondently as I sagged down onto the bed, "I don't understand any of this Rae, why would he react this way to us?" Rae whined softly as she paced in my head in distress. "I don't know. It doesn't make any sense. This was the first time that I've ever seen him, so there's no possible way that we could have offended him somehow." "Maybe our stepmother set this up for us... or our stepsister... they're petty enough." Rae growled. "I don't know... it wouldn't make sense to
(Amber's POV) "It seems our Luna hasn't yet adapted to her new role, has she?" a mocking voice followed. "So, it's our duty to reinforce her memory," another derisive voice chimed in. I woke with a gasp to an unknown icy sensation spreading across my face and as my wolf and I spent a moment in panic as the haze of sleep lifted from us, we suddenly realized that the sheets and mattress around us were soaked. Before I could piece together what had happened, a woman with a squirrel-like face appeared in my field of view and her nose wrinkled in disgust as she looked us over. "You won't be lounging around all day now that you're here." She sneered, "It's seven already and work started hours ago for the rest of us. Get up, you're late." I blinked up at her as I tried to decide whether or not I wanted to let Rae answer her, but eventually, I decided against it. Ryan had already made it clear that he was going to make life difficult for me here and out of spite, I had already made the
(Amber's POV) I held the smile on my face as I raised my eyes to meet the curious gaze of the Alpha King and his wife. "Ryan, who is this?" He demanded with a confused expression, "I thought you were going to fetch the chef so that I could tell them what a wonderful job they did?" Ryan opened his mouth to reply but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of taking credit for the food or hiding the fact that it was me who had put all the hard work into producing this, so I answered before he could. "Actually, your grace, you are meeting the chef." I said, raising my eyes confidently to meet both his and his wife's gaze, "I wanted to make sure that you ate only the finest food, as you both deserve, so I wanted to see to it myself. I can't offer much but if there's one thing that I know how to do well, it's preparing tasty food." The Alpha King clapped his hands together in delight as he looked between Ryan and me, which in itself was an extraordinary action. Normally, he didn't
(Amber's POV) After the meal had finished and the Alpha King and his wife left, Ryan disappeared for a time so I returned to the kitchens and let the omega's know just how much the food we had made together had been appreciated by everyone who ate it. Despite their protests, I helped them clear the dishes and return the kitchen to its orderly state before heading back to my room. But I didn't get to make it that far as I suddenly found my wrist being clenched tightly as I was dragged in the opposite direction. "Wait! What are you doing?! Let go of me!" I cried as I pulled against the unknown assailant but when my senses returned and I took in the broad shoulders and furious eyes of the man in front of me, my heart sank when I realized it was Ryan. "I hope you're fucking pleased with your achievements today," He hissed savagely as I found myself pulled forward and shoved through the doorway of a room that felt as welcoming as Ryan's personality. "What are you talking about? I trie
(Amber's POV) I had suddenly found myself trapped with nowhere to go. The chains that bound my wrists grew tighter as the man forced himself on me repeatedly. "Cry for us you worthless whore. This is the only love you will ever know. You don't deserve more than this. You should be grateful that we want to sink our cocks inside of you so deeply… that it baby… scream for us…" I could hear Rae calling to me but I couldn't make out what she was saying, my mind had begun to close itself off to all external sensations in an effort to protect itself. The more I struggled, the more these men pressed themselves into me and I screamed silently as they violated me over and over again, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing my voice in the way that they wanted it to be used. Then, in an instant, the horrific experience dissolved around me and I found myself confronted with the face of Ryan looming over me. Was he responsible for this? Did he put them up to it?! In my sleep-addled