Ella’s POV
I spent every night for 10 months being whipped all over my body, then raped repeatedly by the alpha until he passed out. Some nights were rougher than others. Some nights; depending on the alpha’s mood and how much he was drinking that night, he would mark every inch of my body with his flogger whip to the point of passing out from the pain. I would lose consciousness before I was finished counting for him. At which point he would make me drink just a drop of his blood, not enough to heal me, but enough to bring me back, and then he would make me continue counting from where we left off.
Some nights, I brought his wrath upon myself by mouthing off at him. I just couldn’t always be the obedient little slave who always submits to that bastard. Sometimes I would fight him and refuse to be raped that easily. On those nights, he would make sure I regret every single thing I said to him and every ounce of defiance I was able to conjure.
Some nights, he would be drunk so much he would just have his way with me a couple of times and then tire down for the night, no whipping. Those nights were very very rare though, they were like a Christmas gift compared to what I usually have to endure.
There was one night, he was too drunk to even rape me, as soon as he opened the door for me he collapsed on the ground. I carried him to his bed and was about to leave when he grabbed my hand and made me sit next to him at the edge of the bed.
“Did I ever tell you how your father died Ella?” he said in a slurred voice. I could barely understand his words
“No you didn’t alpha”
“Well let me tell you, I killed him” he laughed out loud
“Well I made sure he did what I asked of him first, and after he succeeded I had him killed so he wouldn’t tell anyone that he was carrying my orders. You see there was this pack that I was always trying to take over but it had a very strong alpha, I was never able to defeat him. So I waited until he made his son alpha, and then I made my move. I sent your father undercover there, he was pretending to be a servant at their pack house. I ordered him to put a lethal concentrated dose of wolfs bane in the food that he was serving. My instructions were very clear to him, I wanted him to kill the new alpha’s mate and his father, that way he would be too weak, too broken to fight back when I try to take over his pack from under him”
Blood started boiling in my veins at what I just heard him say. I was utterly disgusted that my father agreed to do the alpha’s dirty work for him. Taking someone’s life meant nothing to the alpha or my father. It was just like taking a breath for these people, that’s how easy it was to kill anyone they wanted!
“Why didn’t you poison the new alpha too? that way you wouldn’t need to fight at all” I asked him without even trying to keep the disgust from my tone. He was too drunk to remember this conversation any ways.
“Where would be the fun in that? Let’s just say I live for the thrill of the chase”
“Did you manage to kill him and take over his pack? “ I asked
“No, not yet. I want him to stew a little bit more. Feel what it is like to lose everything little by little”
His eyes were shutting down, but I couldn’t mess this rare opportunity without utilizing it fully.
“Are there anymore hidden secrets you’d like to get off your chest alpha Grey?” I asked him, faking a gentle and tender tone
“Oh I have many secrets, which one should I get off my chest first?” he asked sleepily
“The most important one of course” I answer while stroking his hair lightly
“That pack that I sent your father to, I wanted revenge on its old alpha, because he stole something from me many years ago” he answered with his eyes closed
Before I could ask what it was that was stolen from him, he continued
“So I stole something from them too… many years ago”
He fell asleep after that and I couldn’t get more out of him.
On some nights, when alpha Grey didn’t use me as his sex slave; whether because he was not in the mood or he was spending the night away from the pack house, his beta Sam took over that role sometimes. He liked a taste of what his alpha had.
Of course alpha Grey didn’t know because beta Sam would have me cut into little pieces before I even tried to open my mouth to alpha Grey. He had men everywhere watching over everything. He was just as creative in inflicting pain as his alpha was.
One thing they both had in common, was that they liked their slave to be clean of any scars before they started their whipping/raping sessions, they liked to observe their handiwork when they were done. That’s why at the end of each night, they would always let me drink a considerable amount of their blood, that way come the next night, it will be like nothing ever happened to me. They were pure bloods, so drinking from them accelerated the healing process 10 times, since my healing abilities were slower than most half bloods.
On nights when alpha Grey knew that he was leaving in the morning to do some errands or wage war some place and he wouldn’t return for a couple of days, he would make me drink a small cup of wolfs bane and refrain from giving me any of his blood when he was finished with me. That way, I wouldn’t be fully healed until he returned. It was his sick way of taking his claim on me and marking me as his, even if he is not here he would be causing me pain.
Those days were complete torture to me. While my torment would only last a couple of hours at the hands of the alpha, letting me go days without healing made me suffer every second in pain until his return.
On those nights, I would never be able to fall asleep from the pain I was feeling everywhere in my body. It’s on those nights, when I seriously consider taking my own life and getting it over with. To hell with waiting for an opportunity to escape, and to hell with waiting for someone to kill him. But each time I think about giving up, I find myself dreaming of the day I’ll finally escape this place and start a new life. A happy life. One day I promise myself I will get my happy ending… or I will die trying.
Ella’s POV I finish cleaning the last dish from dinner, dry my hands quickly, and practically run towards the alpha’s bedroom. I was 10 minutes late, and I was sure he will make me pay for it viciously. I wasn’t late on purpose, the dinner he and his inner circle were having started late because they were setting their last plans to take over yet another poor pack tomorrow. I was responsible for cleaning the dishes tonight, so I couldn’t hand it off to someone else and tell them that I had to meet the alpha in his bedroom for some heart to heart romance. Tonight marks the 10 month anniversary of my nightmare. I sigh inwardly. Will this ever end? Goddess I hope so, cause if it doesn’t, I was sure I will reach a point where I will kill him myself, and that will earn me a public execution for sure. Well, I wasn’t even living to begin with. This is not life, no this is slow death in its purist forms. I reach his door and close my eyes. Please Goddess let me endure yet another torturous
Ella’s POV By the end of the night, every inch of my body was screaming in pain. Alpha Grey lived up to his word. He kept torturing me for two hours with different whips. My back, front, behind, and thighs were all marked by his whips. He left red angry marks everywhere. The worst ones were the 20 cuts on my back caused from my punishment for being late. My vagina was bleeding too. Being forced by him multiple times always caused tears in my walls. I painfully got up from his bed where he was snoring without a care in the world. I put my clothes on while biting the insides of my cheeks as each movement made me want to scream out loud, but I needed to keep my mouth shut so I don’t wake him. I took one last look at him before I left. He was sleeping like a fucking baby who just drank his mother’s milk and filled his stomach. I silently prayed someone would gut his insides tomorrow during battle. I went to the kitchen seeing as I will not be sleeping tonight from the pain. I learned so
Ella’s POV I was having a nightmare. Well, it wasn’t a nightmare exactly but more of a memory. Everyday in the morning before I wake up, I would always have one of the memories of my one on one sessions with alpha Grey. Sometimes even beta Sam. I believe that’s called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, although in my case it’s not really post traumatic as much as continuing traumatic torturing disorder. I think it was our one month anniversary. He was just finished raping me for the fourth time, as he removed himself from me and fell asleep instantly on the other side of where I was laying. Being raped four times made him pass out immediately, as it takes a lot of fucking effort to rob a girl of her free will. It would have been fine by me if the bastard gave me his blood before passing out, but he didn’t. It’s not like I wasn’t whipped on my back and behind until I passed out from the pain or anything. As if he didn’t want to take a hint from my pass out, he gave me just a drop of his
Ella’s POV It was very real. They were gone. Dead. Killed. I was still trying to wrap my head around this. Someone finally heard my prayers. They are gone. Never to hurt me or violate my body again. I took a deep breath and felt like I’ve been holding it for 10 months. “Of course we don’t know if we should be happy or terrified” said Maggie raising her eyebrows at Sara, the other servant “Why, what do you mean?” I asked in a small voice “Well, everyone is talking about alpha Klaus and how his ruling is going to be. None of us servants know him of course but the soldiers who came back with news about alpha Grey and Beta Sam were pretty terrified of him. They said that he was ruthless, he killed anyone who got in his way during battle until he reached alpha Grey, then he bit him to shreds and didn’t even let him surrender peacefully” said Sara in a frightened tone “Are you saying that he is going to be worse than alpha Grey?” I asked “I
Ella’s POV I paced my room nervously biting my nails as I looked at the wall clock. It read 2:45 a.m. My heart was jumping out of my chest. My feelings were a mix between scared to death and excited. I kept up my appearance with the other servants until it was bed time. There were no more news about the alleged alpha. My back was throbbing in pain, but I shoved the pain aside as I had no room for it now. It was time, I needed to make my move now or shut it down. There was no way I was shutting it down. Tonight, I either live or die. I stopped in front of the wall where I hid my 282 dollars. I retrieved the money and put it in my front pocket. I had no idea how long the money is gonna last me, but it was the least of my worries right this moment. I was wearing two long sleeved shirts, as it was freezing cold outside at this hour, a ratty washed up jeans, and a beanie on my head to cover my hair. I looked down at my worn out slippers and sighed. I neede
Ella’s POV I am so dead there is no doubt in my mind about it. I tried to kill my fucking alpha without knowing who he was! Why, just why does it have to be the alpha that I always have to piss off? First, it was alpha Grey, and now it’s alpha Klaus. What the hell was he doing so deep in the woods at 3:30 in the morning for Goddess’s sake? The blood drained from my face from what Joseph said. I slowly turned my head towards the injured guy, who was actually alpha Klaus. He was staring at me intently. I was staring at him in complete shock. If running away and getting caught wasn’t bad enough, add in the attempt to kill the alpha, and I will definitely receive a death sentence, no doubt about it. What should I do now? Beg for forgiveness? Tell him I didn’t really mean to kill him? Well, I wanted to kill him, I can’t lie about it. And I am sure as hell not gonna beg anyone in my final moments. So, I said nothing, I just kept staring at him. “Now you have nothing to say?” alpha Klaus a
Klaus’s POV I was in the old alpha’s office pacing back and forth seething in rage. I could still feel the wound on my shoulder as it was healing from the silver knife that stupid, yet brave, girl threw at me. My mind went back to that moment in the woods when I laid eyes on her for the first time. Me and my inner circle were going to visit the Grey’s pack; which were actually now a part of the Crescent Moon, before sunrise. I wanted to check on a few things before the submission ceremony. We were running separately from each other, as I needed some space and quiet to gather my conflicted thoughts. That’s when I saw her. I stopped and stared in surprise at the girl standing in front of me. I wasn’t expecting to find anyone out here at this hour. It wasn’t just that, it was also the fact that she was covered from head to toe in mud. Why the hell was she covered in so much mud? It looked like she fell straight into a mud swamp. I tried to sniff her real scent b
Klaus’s POV I looked at the wall clock in the old alpha’s office. It read 7:02 a.m. Great, less than half an hour to the submission ceremony and I have no idea what Ella’s punishment should be. One thing I was absolutely sure of, no execution. Had she been a guy I might have considered it, maybe. But, what is a fitting punishment for trying to break the rules and killing the alpha? What will send the right message to my new pack? I ran my hands through my hair for the hundredth time since I locked myself in the office. Where the hell was Joseph? He was supposed to lock her up in a cell and come straight to the office. My father didn’t punish many people during his time as alpha. He was very fair and well loved by everyone. But when he did, he would either execute them or whip them in public. That’s it, public whipping. It was better than being dead or cutting off some limb. It will leave marks, but it will eventually heal. How many whips should I give her? How many w