Chapter 1

Anais' point of view:

" Princess, it's time for you to wake up."

The voice came to me from far away, as if I was dreaming.

At some point in my subconscious mind, I experienced my body becoming heavy and letting go of me. I felt capable of making any movement. It felt like my will was taken from me...

I attempted to avoid a movement, move around, and regain my awareness, but all I was able to do was tilt my head to one side and then to the other. The gesture that was simple was very painful. As I groaned in pain, my consciousness started to return.

I was hurt and felt bad about myself. The ground was tough. My mouth was dry and there was something stuck on my tongue. 

Like blood... 

Almost instantaneously, my brain got alarmed and I opened my eyes.

The weight of my eyelids was as heavy as lead. My vision was blurry, but I became aware of a sharp pain compressing my wrists and ankles. Trying to move my hands to rub my eyes, I heard a loud metallic noise.

Like the sound of scrap metal...

Like Chains...

Chains ?

The events of the day before came back to me as my vision recovered. Werewolves. The blow to the head. Haley... ... An indescribable fear took hold of me and I made the effort to step back but there were bars all around me. 

In my head, the realization of my situation quickly became clear.

I was held captive in a cage. I was chained. I was suffering from bleeding. I was feeling unwell. They grabbed me. I was in trouble.

"Wake up, my little humans. The party is about to start."

Even though I saw no one, the sound of a man's voice caused me to step back even further.

Party? My eyes widened further as I gulped. 

This party's nature was known to me. I'd heard a lot of talk about it.

"Please, let me go." A few steps from me came the sound of an imploring voice.

I hadn't realized I wasn't alone because the room wasn't well illuminated. There were girls everywhere I looked. shackled. They weren't in a cage, though.

I already knew why. Just like I know I had no chance of escaping from here...

My vision became blurry, my tears began to flow, and my entire frail body trembled...

What had I done to get to this point? How could something like this happen to me? 

Even though I knew the answers, these were the only questions I could ask myself.

Nothing. 

I had done nothing. 

My only sin is that I am the daughter of my father.

Let's say the daughter of California Mayor Montgomery Addams... 

The mayor who plunged the United States of America, particularly California, into a bloody civil war...

I can't go into specifics, but I can say that my father did terrible things. When werewolves' existence was discovered, these supernatural beings , who had spend decades hiding among humans, became targets.

They were all hunted, dangerous or not, and it was my father who was the first to lead this war and convince the government that werewolves represented an imminent risk to the human race.

They were either killed, beheaded, left to die, or sold into slavery.

Those who were enslaved were implanted with a chip. A chip that controlled them.

Alphas were the most sought-after race of werewolves, and their prices were high. 

There were Alphas who were pure-blooded... They were easily recognized.

Their eyes were red...

The latter were forced to hide even when the existence of werewolves had not yet been discovered. The others could blend in with the crowd because it was only during their transformations that the color of their eyes depending on their rank was revealed...

But pure-blood Alphas had red eyes and unimaginable strength. They were uncommon, dangerous, and uncontrollable.

Killing machines... If I can put it that way.

I took a deep breath as a memory came back to me.

Denver. Slave # 345.

He was a pure-blooded Alpha... His red eyes were intriguing, both handsome and observant. So fascinating that I was afraid they were going to burn me...

Other more personal memories surfaced... 

I closed my eyes, refusing to think about them...

Terrible memories that I couldn't bring myself to confront...

What had happened to him? I asked myself, temporarily forgetting my situation.

Had he been killed in the war? It was not possible. He was far too brave.

Anyway, if he was still alive, he would have surely forgotten about me...

My lips curved into a sigh... 

The hunt for werewolves quickly intensified, and to add to the horrors, my father promised the locals a large sum of money if they brought him a werewolf alive or... dead.

In just a few months, the city had devolved into a veritable slaughterhouse... The Werewolves could no longer hide. Blood was everywhere, and it was difficult for a werewolf to keep his cool in the face of the smell...

They were exposed and easily weakened because animal blood did not satisfy their thirst. Perfect prey.

It lasted nearly 15 years. I never meddled in my father's affairs, even though I disagreed with what he did...

In any case, there was never a father-daughter relationship between him and me. I didn't really consider myself his daughter. I often thought that maybe mom had a lover...

Knowing that this criminal's blood was not coursing through my veins would have been a relief.

But, sadly...

My father's cruelty had finally reached its peak, and the werewolves, thirsty for freedom, revolted five years ago...

They won because they were determined, driven by rage, and well-prepared... They now owned the city and the country. They follow the same pattern with humans...

The luckiest humans manage to flee and find refuge in remote corners, and I have been one of these lucky people for four years. I wasn't complaining because I knew it was going to happen. I'd even witnessed my parents' deaths. Denver assassinated them. I don't blame him. My father had murdered his entire family.

After giving them the fatal blow, he gave me a look full of hatred.

I don't even know why he didn't kill me. He just looked into my eyes until I disappeared from his sight.

For four years, I took advantage of the day to strut through the streets and returned to the shelter before nightfall. The large door of the shelter was made of silver, and traps of the same type were placed all around it. They knew where we were, but they weren't likely to come.

I silenced my thoughts, and tears glistened in my eyes as I looked at the moon through the thin window.

I was trapped.

It was refugees from my camp who handed me over. They thought I could lead them back to freedom and continue in my father's footsteps.

My heart broke. All of them deserved to die.

What cruelty! What wickedness... !

Haley... And to think that Haley, this little girl that I took under my wing, is still with these treaties. What would happen to her?

Was she going to suffer the fate I was going to suffer?

" Eyyy, look at that. It's Anaïs Montgomery, the daughter of that dirty whore mayor. I'm going to make a big deal with her."

A man's step was heard, and someone suddenly came out of the darkness and landed in front of my cage. Already panicked, I backed away further, uttering a little cry of horror.

" 4 million... 6 million. You're going to make me rich. Too bad I can't damage you."

My heart threatened to burst out of my chest. He wasn't going to do it, but someone else was. I was going to end up becoming someone's whore...

“ Beautiful, daughter of the mayor and virgin... Tonight the room will be in effusion.”

Virgin... I am turning pale. Yes, I am a virgin, but how did he know that? I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished.

“ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees.

But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more.

Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me.

I was going to become a thing.

A slave...

And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

"Bring me that girl who was begging earlier. That dirty bitch makes me want to fuck."