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 some things during the times he purposefully let me leave without his blood, like boiling some herbs in water that prevent infection and ease the pain of the cuts on my back.
I waited for the water to be warm then took a bowl back to my room. It was a very small room in the lowest levels of the pack house just above the dungeons where prisoners are kept sometimes.
I had no bed of course, only two cots on top of each other that sat on the floor near the wall. One of them used to belong to my father back when we shared the room together. After he died, I took his cot and put it on top of mine as mine was getting a little thin from sleeping on it for the past 17 years.
I didn’t have much of anything in my room. There was a small wooden table on the wall opposite the cots, where I kept all of my books that were given to me by the school until I was 10. I would keep reading them over and over so I don’t forget whatever I learned during those years as well as entertain myself when I was feeling bored. I couldn’t exactly watch tv like normal people do seeing as I never had one. Most of the books were too withered now. There was a small wooden closet that had no doors next to the table, where a few of my belongings were folded inside it.
I set the bowl of warm herbs’ water on the floor next to my cot and started to take my shirt off wincing in the process. I retrieved an old ratty t-shirt from the closet that I don’t wear anymore then rinsed it in the warm water. I squeezed the excess water then placed it on my back sighing instantly as I felt some of the stinging lessen a little. I laid on my stomach and soaked the t-shirt every now and then. I was still in pain, but it was manageable, that or my tolerance was getting better, I thought bitterly. Goddess, what I wouldn’t give to sleep through the pain and wake up in a different place where everything was beautiful and men weren’t bastards. That’s right men, plural, I’ve had enough bad examples of men in my life to make up my mind about all of them. Men are vindictive pigs period.
I closed my eyes and let my mind distract me from the constant throbbing on my back. I dreamt about a beautiful wooden house and a garden full of colorful flowers. I dreamt about laughter and joy. I dreamt about safety and warmth. I dreamt about a motherly hug that made all the bad things go away instantly. My tears fell down on the cot as I tried to imagine her face, her smell, even her touch. I started shaking as my sobbing intensified. If she was here with me, she would’ve never let anyone touch me or lay a hand on me. Why did she have to be the one to die? I always dreamt about how my life would turn out to be if my father died before I was born and my mother survived labor. We would have been living in the human world. Life would have been hard, we would have been poor, but we would’ve had each other, and nothing else would’ve mattered to us as long as we were together. I drifted to sleep as I dreamt about my body being soothed by her touch and her humming me a lullaby to ease my loneliness and longing for her.
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
Ella’s POV As soon as Joseph left, I collapsed on the floor of the cell. My body was beyond exhausted. I laid on my stomach for goddess knows how long. My head was blank. I tried not to think of anything. Nothing I would think about mattered anymore. I am going to die this morning. Maybe there is something much better on the other side. Maybe I’ll finally get to see my mom. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. I drifted for a while until my back felt like it was on fire that I had to do something to ease the pain. I slowly got up. I had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been an hour or three. I went to the toilet, removed the tank lid and tried to clean my hands, neck, and face from the dried up mud. I think I got most of it by the time I was finished. I don’t know why, but the thought of dying filthy and smelly in public wasn’t something I wanted. My clothes however were a lost cause. Suddenly, I remembered that I put on two long sleeved shirts. I removed th
Ella’s POV I sighed. 20 lashes is a piece of cake. I've had much worse than that. Well, considering my back had 20 open cuts across it and a dozen other whip marks, it wasn’t really a piece of cake. I was grateful actually that it was only 20. Any more lashes, and I would probably pass out. After 15 minutes, beta Joseph opened the door for me. He was holding a white shirt that he handed to me. “You’ll need to change into this shirt” he said almost sadly. “I’ll be waiting outside to take you when you finish” he closed the door without locking it, and gave me his back. I took a look at the shirt. It was super light and almost see through. Realization hit me, I had to wear it because I can’t be naked in public. And the point of punishment was to make it hurt, so I can’t exactly be whipped in the thick shirt I was wearing. I took off my old shirt and put on the white one. I was practically wearing nothing, which was the point. I opened the door and let Joseph take me to the back door