Chapter 4: Adelaide.

The sound of a wolf howling in the distance brings me out of my slumber and I try to move. 

I can't.

Amidst my tears and hysterical screaming, I was either hit behind the head or I screamed so much that I passed out. No matter what happened, my fate is sealed.

Thinking about it now, maybe it's because of the way he appeared in my head before, making me touch myself and then calling me filthy after.

Or maybe it's because of how he snapped Jane's neck without the slightest bit of hesitation. I always heard rumors of how such a man existed. One of the four Lycan kings in this realm, and the only man with the power to make any Alpha cower in fear before him, even those who were twice his size thought more than twice before they stood up to him, and no one ever did.

I always imagined that kind of man to be the type that was all muscles and bulging veins. With the biggest bush of a beard ever grown and either some chainmail or a hacksaw in his hands. 

I never really thought that he would be the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

The loud creak of a gate drags me out of my thoughts and I try to sit up on the chair. I'm in a moving car, my wrists are bound and my legs are tied. A blindfold has been applied over my eyes and I can barely see.

I have also been gagged at the mouth, like a pig to slaughter.

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"Get the fuck out of my head you monster!"

My words never make it out of my mouth but I can feel my eyes brimming with tears already. He killed my brother.

This monster killed my brother and now he's going to do the same to me!

How can he live with himself? My parents hated me but I never wished them dead. I never wanted to see my brother killed right before my eyes.

"Get down."

Before I can fully understand what is happening I feel hands on me, pushing me up and carrying me. I have a pair of hands on my legs and another one grabbing my wrists as I'm hauled up.

My ears pick up footsteps and I can count the steps of three men, one holding my hand, the other holding my legs and a last one either walking beside me or in front of me.

I feel my dress move up suddenly. It could either be by the wind's power or by that of a hand,but I don't know. I just know that a few minutes later, the cold wind is hitting my ass directly and I feel like crying even more.

Someone's laughter drifts into my ears and like bees to honey, I crane my neck towards the source of that sound. It's not like I'll see who it is but I want to hear more of it.

A sweet smell rushes into my nose and I suddenly feel very light headed. The feeling is akin to being filled to the brim with alcohol and floating in a sea of butter. 

The blindfold comes off and blinding light pierces my eyes. I'm facing the sun though I can't feel its warmth and the moment I decide to bask in the reassurance of its yellow rays and its flaming core, someone comes to block me.

It's a male and he's handsome, but the look he's giving me makes my insides rumble in a bad way.

"Don't you she-wolves wear panties in your pack?"

Confusion makes me frown before it hits me.

My underwear. Shit. 

I couldn't put it back on after what happened and I came back to consciousness at my mother's feet. I started begging immediately.

I forgot to put my panties back on.

The men around me look at the perplexed expression on my face before bursting out into joint laughter. They all look dashing in their uniforms.

Even the one with a bad scar across his face still manages to look nice. Their laughs are deep and strong and it's the kind of laughter that makes your toes curl. It makes you want to laugh along with them.

"Stop."

The command comes out crisp and sharp and all of a sudden I feel like I've been dunked in ice. The biting cold seeps into my bones for a minute and then recedes all of a sudden. 

I'm plunged into darkness again.

The next thing I hear is a slap, and for once it's not me getting slapped.

"What do you think you're doing to Lyros's plaything?"

His voice is cold and calm.

Another slap.

"Do you want to die?"

I hear someone whimper. 

Another slap.

"And what was the meaning of that trick you performed just now; Are you Lycans or sirens?"

There's a bit of silence for a while and the only thing I can hear is labored breaths.

The last slap lands directly on my cheek and the pain that ripples through me feels like a hot iron poker being pressed against my skin.

A man appears in my field of vision and this time I don't know if I believe he's handsome, or not.

Three other men are standing around me and they're all holding their cheeks, looking like kicked dogs and almost tearing up at the corner of their eyes.

"And you."

My eyes fly back to the silver eyed and silver haired man in front of me and fear pools in my stomach at the hate I see in his eyes.

"You liked being touched didn't you? They have your skirt up all the way to your ass and you aren't even wearing anything underneath?"

He moves and his hands take my gag out of my mouth. The fear that is coursing through my veins prevents me from breathing too loudly and for a moment I see a sliver of compassion in his gaze.

He sneers at me the next moment and he turns around.

"Get lost, all three of you."

The men scurry away immediately. 

The silver haired man turns to me again and unties my wrists. His eyes skim over my body as he speaks.

"My name is Cain."

A fitting name.

"And you.... " he looks directly into my eyes "it's time for you to get married and die"

Almost ironically my eyes widen in realization and a pit forms in my stomach, I knew I forgot something.