*TRIGGER WARNING* To sensitive readers, please mind that this and the following chapter contain descriptions of violence, physical abuse, and humiliation.
ARIA
The members of my pack were still standing in a circle, silently looking at Alpha Kestrel with fear in their eyes. It became obvious that most of them were forced to come here and watch my punishment, and it wasn't my brother who had given that command. Of course, the Blood Shadow Alpha didn't come alone. Kestrel took his own warriors, more than twenty of them. They stood in two lines on standby. I bet that each of those hulk-like men could take down more than twenty of ours. Let's face it, if Alpha Kestrel decided to skin me alive, no one would have the power to stop him. If Alpha Kestrel wanted to take over our pack, he would only have to snap his fingers.
The man standing in front of me formed his mouth into a disgusting grin. His eyes, heavy-coated with madness, wandered up and down my body. I was standing before him barefoot with nothing but a cloth, resembling a potato sack, that was barely enough to cover my buttocks. I could sense his arousal, which only made me feel sicker and sicker as I looked at him. He grabbed one strand of my hair and stared at it as if he was looking at pure gold or diamonds.
"She is the true Seymour family heir." Alpha Kestrel's words made my dumb brother stomp forward.
Blaze called out, frowning, "She is not. I am the head—"
"It was NOT a question," Kestrel hissed before turning toward my brother and sending him the most spiteful glare l had ever seen.
My brother whimpered, crushed by Kestrel's dark aura. There was no doubt that I had just become a monster's toy. Even if my wolf snarled angrily, motivating me to fight, I was too petrified to move a finger.
The black-bearded beast leaned over me, his hands stroking my silver hair. "I used to hear a lot of legends about the Seymour family. I heard that the true heir is blessed with resilience and is immune to silver. I was always curious to find out whether those legends are true or not. Are you really immune to silver, my dear?" he asked, locking his eyes on mine.
I swallowed hard. My mouth opened slowly. "I'm no—"
"Let's test that theory, shall we?" The cold snicker hiding in the tone of his voice froze the air in my lungs. He ran his fingers through my cheek and down my neck. "I have my favorite whip with me. I use it to discipline those who belong to me. I want to test whether you survive if I soak the leather weave of it in liquid silver. How many whippings can you endure?" His face twisted with vicious excitement.
I shook my head since this was the only response I was able to give him. I was beyond terrified. Hot tears seared my eyes. The adrenaline buzzed in my veins. My heart hammered painfully against my chest as if it was giving me a taste of a heart attack. I had always been proud, but at that moment, I could shove my pride away and kneel down before that monster. But I knew he wouldn't care about my plea, and my desperation would only encourage him to hurt me more…
Two of Kestrel's warriors brought a timber pole and stuck it in the ground. A minute later, my hands were tied around it in front of me. Another warrior ripped the cloth off, leaving me standing completely naked. I cried as I hugged the wood, desperate to cover even one part of my body, but the humiliation I felt was merely a harmless interlude…
When I glanced back over my shoulder, I saw Kestrel standing behind me with a whip and a large container. He smirked at me and dipped the leather rope in the metallic liquid.
"Oh, Goddess, please save me..." I muttered under my breath while my whole body trembled in horror.
I heard that silver could severely burn a werewolf's skin, but it was a hundred times worse when it got in contact with one's blood. Once silver ions started to circulate in the wolves' veins, it drove them to insanity, making them tear their own flesh in madness—the worst pain imaginable. I also heard that the one fortunate thing about silver was that it could kill quickly... But what if someone was immune to silver's deadly effect? I touched silver once or twice before, and each time it hurt like hell. Even if I truly was immune to silver in some way, it certainly didn't make the contact with it less painful.
I looked at my brother. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, barely glimpsing my way as if the sight of me naked and disgraced made him uncomfortable. Unlike him, his Beta, Jack, kept his eyes on me all the time, clearly enjoying the state I was in. Fucking bastard.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I heard a few snickers coming from Kestrel's warriors, and then a chuckle from the monster himself. As the first whip shot came, it forced the air out of my lungs. A second later, the searing pain in my back forced me to scream. I dug my fingernails into the wood of the pole, fighting against the fire slowly igniting within me. The warriors started to laugh, my pain fueling their excitement. Another whip tore my shoulder and the side of my ribs. I cried out in agony. More silver leaked into my wounds and the heat inside me became unbearable. I was bleeding severely and sweating from the inner fire. My wolf let out a soft whimper, and I knew she suffered just as much as I did. I prayed for anything that could lessen the agony…
"Please… anyone…" I mumbled, looking around at the blank faces of my pack members. No one even moved.
The next shot made me fall to my knees, hugging the timber pole as if it could save me from suffering. The pain was slowly taking away my consciousness. The hellish flames penetrated my insides, licking me, itching me, leading me to madness. I kept screaming my lungs out and writhing as if I was trying to shake off the pain. Perhaps I should be grateful to those who tied my hands because I would have scratched off half of my skin otherwise.
After three more whips, the pain didn't feel any worse. I wasn't sure whether it was because I had gotten used to it or because I was dying. The sight of my agonized body must have become less entertaining since I vaguely saw my brother and a few others throwing up. I wished I could lose my awareness completely, but I didn't. I ran out of tears. The screams violated my throat enough for me to lose my voice forever.
"Fascinating..." I heard Kestrel mutter as he suddenly stopped the torture. "The way you are healing… This is beautiful!" he exclaimed and laughed.
I had no strength within me, but I could feel the heat within me becoming less painful. I was leaning my whole body weight against the pole, kneeling in an odd position with my back arched and my tied hands dropped limply on the ground. Kestrel walked closer and touched one of my open wounds. A hoarse sound broke through my exhausted vocal cords as he increased the excruciating pain with his fingers. At that moment, I prayed to the Moon Goddess for justice. I wanted him to taste the same cruelty he had caused me. Sick bastard.
He burst into deep, devilish laughter. "I will let you heal tonight, my little silver wonder," he whispered to my ear before turning to his warriors. "Take her back to her cell."
His warriors untied my hands and then jerked my arms up to put me on my feet. My mouth opened in a silent scream as the pain from straightening my back pierced through my body once more. I glanced at my brother; he looked like he was about to faint. My only consolation was that when I looked at Jack, he was no longer smiling. I even noticed horrification in his eyes. I smirked inwardly. I must have looked really bad, but at least it wiped the grin off that asshole's face.
The crowd in the courtyard, restrained by Alpha Kestrel's aura, stood as quietly as before. Only their faces had become paler. I had no idea how many lashes I had taken. I lost count after twenty-something. I hoped they were enjoying the show because I was paying for the protection of the pack's special business, whatever it was. Bunch of fucking, spineless cowards! The pack was supposed to protect its members, not sacrifice them. The feeling of an overwhelming betrayal hurt me equally as strongly as my agonizing wounds.
I took a few wobbly steps as I was dragged by two of Kestrel's warriors when the monster himself called out. "Rest well, little wolf. We will continue our test tomorrow."
I shook my head faintly and screamed in my mind while hearing his laugh behind my back. A single tear, the last one I could shed, streamed down my mortified face. I wanted to die.
ARIAIt had been a week, a week of endless suffering. All the rogue wolves in the prison cells had died, and I wasn't certain if I was still alive either. Perhaps I had died and entered the worst kind of hell, where my process of dying was locked up in a loop, and I was forced to relive it over and over again. I stopped caring about my nudity. I couldn't even imagine what vicious kind of pain my body would experience if the cuts on my back, arms, and shoulders were suddenly covered with a piece of dirty cloth.My wolf turned silent, and yet she kept lending me her healing powers, preparing me for the next day of torture even against my will. I want this to end. I knew that she was trying to keep me alive, fighting for both of us, but I had already surrendered.My brother stopped coming to watch me being tortured. Other pack members also decided to stay as far away as possible from Alpha Kestrel and his new favorite toy. I guess they figured that it wasn't their problem."She deserved
TYRIONI dreamed about her again. The past week had been a constant madness, and yet she could silence everything around me and fill my thoughts with nothing but her image. My mate. I had never wanted to have one. Having someone to care about felt bothersome, especially for an Alpha King. The very thought of love and all that crap was making me want to puke, but now I was genuinely considering claiming her—my silver-haired angel.This was all so fucked up. Only a week ago, my father was still alive and was as fucking annoying and useless as a king as usual. Now, I was about to become the next King and the Alpha of the Moon Blade Pack. I dreamed of this day. I was ready for it. But I had fucking never wanted to take over due to my father's being assassinated.Two weeks ago, I learned about Silver Blood Pack's drug business, but when I told my father about it, he refused to investigate it. I got seriously pissed. I took two of my men, Felix and Zane, and we went undercover to get eviden
ARIAI heard my heart beating. My chest heaved and fell, responding to every breath I pulled into my lungs. I was alive. I opened my eyes slowly and instantly met the blinding light. As my sight adjusted, I realized that it was the sun rays coming from the window. I was lying on the bed, half-covered in sheets with a familiar scent, Harriet's scent. Tears immediately filled my eyes. Did she save me? But how? I thought I was going to die. I thought there was no one in this world who would help me...I tried to lift myself, but the sudden pain in my back squeezed the groan out of my throat."Thank goodness! You're finally awake!" I heard Harriet's warm voice."Harriet..." There were no words to express my gratitude."Don't force yourself. Your body isn't completely healed yet," she said, seeing me struggle to lift myself up. She grabbed my hand to help me sit and then sat next to me on the bed."How long… I was unconscious?" I asked, wondering how long it took for my body to heal."Two
Five years later.TYRIONI was half-sitting on my bed with my bent elbows supporting my upper body and my feet touching the floor. A naked blonde kneeled between my legs. She smiled at me before taking my cock into her hands and started to lick the tip. I watched her attempts to satisfy me, but her slightest touch was already pissing me off. Finally, she opened her mouth and took the head, already finding my size uncomfortable. Her gagged expression painted a cold smirk on my face. I glared at her, and she hurriedly jerked her head toward me, trying to push my cock deeper into her throat. An inch. That bitch took merely an inch more, and I could already see tears in her eyes.I ran out of patience. I grabbed her hair at the back of her head and thrust myself deeper, making her choke. Her eyes went up, looking at me pleadingly, but I didn't give a damn. I stood up and started to pound inside her, positioning her the way she could finally take it all. She whimpered, and her body tremble
ARIAI took a deep breath and charged forward at Aziz. He smirked, his eyes blazing golden, and I could already predict his next move. He was expecting me to hit a cross punch with my left, so I hit with my right. He dodged it at the last second and blocked my kick. Damn it. I jumped back a bit and corrected my stance. It was his time to attack me. He went for my solar plexus, but I was faster. I grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm. He kicked me, freeing himself from my grip, but as he did, he needed to lower his guard. He was exposed for a split second. It was my moment to gain an advantage. I placed my foot between his two feet. A second later, I threw him over my shoulder. He landed on the mattress with a loud thud."It's not over yet!" he shouted before cutting my legs and making me join him on the floor.I rolled onto him in a flash, straddling him and pinning his strong arms down to the mattress. "I won. Again." I grinned, leaning over him and teasingly biting my lip.His eyes
TYRIONI could feel the adrenaline searing in my veins. My bloodlust was wide awake and couldn't wait until we faced those fucking rogues. My wolf was roaring within me, eager to come out and release all of the primal rawness in the fight. I decided on an immediate attack, and it appeared that luck was on our side. Alpha Maddox gave us a wonderful gift—two rogues who used to live in the Rogue King's lair. Those poor fuckers wanted to become the New Moon Pack's members, but they should be glad that we let them live. They would continue living if the information they had given us was correct.Felix studied every piece of intel those thieves had given, and he finally got excited that we were going to face those rogues. I only got the impression that his reasons for wanting to go there were slightly different from Zane's and mine…"This is amazing!" Felix exclaimed, staring at the map. "Those rogues built the whole town themselves, and they turned it into a fucking fortress!" He shot me a
ARIAI was at the mercy of the man who was about to kill me. It had been years since I felt as defenseless as I felt at that moment. He wasn't an ordinary wolf; I knew that because I had won against many even when they were twice my size. He overpowered me in every aspect, but the thing that made me gasp in shock was when he leaned over me, and I saw his face clearly...Confusion froze my movements for a moment as he lifted my hood. We stared into each other's eyes. He had the same pair of dark chocolate irises that I remembered from the night I lost my virginity. But how could that be?! He wasn't a human, but an extremely powerful wolf, and aside from his mouthwatering looks, everything about him seemed different. Was he some kind of doppelganger?! My fate must have played a dirty trick on me...He smelled like lavender and freshly cut wood, and for some reason, his scent made me clench my thighs even in the life-threatening situation that I was in. Unlike the human I remembered, thi
ARIAI must have gone insane. I was lusting over the Alpha King, the same one who killed my brother and half of my old pack, and who wanted me dead! And why did he have to look exactly like the stripper whom I had my first time with?!Of course, I did a lot of pondering about whether Alpha King Tyrion and my stripper might be the same person. It might be possible to magically hide a werewolf's scent and aura. I had never heard of anyone doing it, but I had never heard of the way to change a werewolf's scent before Harriet made the talisman for me either. I grabbed the talisman on my neck and tried to recall whether my stripper could have had something similar on him... No. He was as much in his birthday suit as he could be, and still, I couldn't sense a wolf in him."Aria... you are an idiot!" I growled at myself. "Do you seriously think that an Alpha King could appear at your bachelorette party to perform a striptease?!"Saying it aloud helped me acknowledge how ridiculous my assumpt