"You know that I would never let you go, do you not know, Rachelle?" Everett said with a large smile as he held my hands with his and looked into my eyes.
"I do hope so, Everett. But sometimes I cannot help but worry that you would leave me. For someone else, I mean." I casted my eyes downwards as I said so, feeling suddenly ashamed of my insecurity.
"Do not say such things, my dear. We were made for each other. We are mates. Leaving you would be downright outrageous, so you do not have to worry." I nodded at him as he said so, but sighed.
"Yes. But what about in public. Look at me." I said, removing my hands from his and gesturing to myself.
"Look at the condition of my skin. I have been battered and bruised, and you deserve someone who is beautiful. Most of these marks were inflicted on me with the use of silver. You are a very sweet man, Alpha Everett. You do not deserve any of this." I sighed.
"You are right. I do not deserve someone like you." Everett said with a sigh. I averted my eyes to look at the ground again.
"You are so beautiful and so kind. It is really heartwarming for me, you know? You would make the perfect Luna, and I promise to make you that one day." Everett cradled my face in his palms, squishing my cheeks in the process.
"Oh Everett." I said in a whisper, tears falling from my eyes.
"You, and only you are the one I want. The one I need most. Make sure you remember that for as long as we live, because if anything happens to you, I would not be able to take it. I would go with you too." He said and I let out a sharp gasp.
"Everett, you—" He cut me in before I could say anything even further.
"I want you to be—"Everett was cut off.
"Rise and shine, you silly brat!" A loud, obnoxious voice screamed.
Suddenly ice cold water was poured all over me, its temperature making some parts of my body go numb and my injuries began to sting. With a pain filled groan, I pulled myself into an uncomfortable sitting position, as even my sitting form was a little bit too big for the cage to hold.
So that was all a dream. A beautiful dream that I was forced to wake up from!
"Aww, look at our little dog, Kylie." Kyle said, taunting me. I began to wonder if Kyle ever had alpha duties to attend to, because he spent most of his time with me, watching me squirm and bleed and take their beatings. Apparently, he said that it was quality entertainment and it was what he loved to indulge in.
Sadist.
"No, no, no." Kylie said in a mocking voice. "Now, why is our pet so wet, wet, wet? Did you play in the rain again? Did we not tell you not to do that?"
I was beginning to think that Kylie and Kyle had issues with their thinking, but now, I was sure of it. What kind of talk was that? Was that supposed to be some sick kind of role play? Playing in the rain, really? What was even wrong with my life that I just had to have the piss poor luck to be stuck with these mentally deranged werewolves?
"Do you know what we do to doggies that do not obey their masters?" Kyle said slowly.
What? Do not tell me that they are going to punish me for getting drenched due to their own actions? The two buckets with Kylieting ice around the rims were enough proof for them.
"We teach them a lesson so that they would never forget their place in the future." Kylie said with an evil laugh. "If they make it to the future, that is."
The two siblings looked at each other and began to laugh, but for the life of me, I still did not understand the joke, or what in the world it was that was going on.
"But you guys were the ones who had drenched me. You know that!" I screamed at them. "I did not do anything, why would you want to hit me for something I did not do, huh?" I cried out.
"You both came here and poured water from those buckets into the cage, and I was inside when you did that! And then the ice cold water poured all over me, stinging the wounds I already had, drenching my hair and already bloodied and torn clothes, as if that was not enough, and now you want to pin the blame on me too? Why? What did I ever do to you?" I cried out at them, hoping that they would at least reduce the punishment when they noticed that it was not my fault.
They would not leave me unpunished no matter what, but there was a possibility of a punishment reduction. And they would say I talked back to them too, I knew I was in for a beating now.
"Oh really? Is that what happened?" Kylie asked in a whisper, her eyes going wide in what a normal person would think was realization of her mistake, but no. Kylie was just a drama queen like that.
She turned to her brother. "Kyle, is that what happened?" She asked her brother who began to nod in a pretentious remorseful way.
"She is right, we were wrong. But do you know who cares about that?" Kyle asked his sister and I, his face bearing one that belonged to a lunatic.
"Nobody important! Not me or Kylie! So, in that case..." Kyle smiled and brought out his whip, seemingly out of nowhere.
Goddess, how much longer do I have to go through this?
"We are taking you to see father." Kylie said and snickered, producing a rope.
"W-what are you talking about? I do not understand what is going on." I stuttered in fear, because their father was known for his wicked ways. He was even worse than Kyle and Kylie themselves.
Goddess, no! I would rather have Kyle and Kylie torture me all day until I pass out instead. Anything. But please, anyone but their father!
Kyle lingered at the door of the cage I was held captive in.
"A nice warning for you. Do not try anything stupid just because you think that it would be amusing. Your trick are not funny. If you do, you would get chased and hunted down again. Don't say that I didn't warn you, brat." Kyle spat at me.
"Stay put, we will bind your hands now." Kylie frowned.
With a sigh, I did not move as they opened the cage. They would have to drag me out of it if they thought that I would go with them willingly to see their evil father.
Kyle dragged my hands out as Kylie began to wound the rope around my hands all the way to my wrists. It was so tight that I could not feel anything from my wrists down and the skin area directly at the top of the rope had begun to turn a bright red. The blood was not flowing properly. Then I began to think about Violet.
Was she going to be taken to see the king too? Was she even alive? I wondered as Kyle kicked my feet.
"Come out now!" He barked at me.
I didn't even want to come out, first of all, and even if I wanted to, how did they expect me to do that without the use of my hands? I was in a tiny cage, so what did they think I would do? Get on my belly and wiggle my way out of the cage? With its untrimmed metal parts sticking out dangerously, just waiting to dig into my skin and tear some flesh out?
Thanks but no thanks.
Kyle dragged me out with utmost ease, as if I weighed nothing more than a pound.
Well, so much for being defAdriant.
I was dragged to the alpha's private grounds, and Kyle and Kylie's father sat outside, his eyes zeroing on me while I was dragged inside by his children. They dragged me to where he was sitting and threw me on the ground in front of him.
"Here is the brat, father." Kyle said, dusting his clothes.
"So, you were the one who thought that you could run away and escape me? A little doggie told me that you were supposedly the Alpha king's mate? Is that true?" Kyle's father asked.
I could not say anything but shiver in fear as his eyes raked over me, full of disgust. He bent down low and held my chin in a mean, firm grip.
"You stupid burden that has been placed on us. Do you know how much bad luck you bear! Do you think that we enjoyed following your scent, and tracking your movements down? You think it was easy to get you? Answer me!" He roared into my face and I whimpered, lowering my gaze.
"N-no, sir." I said. He sent me a slap that made me see just white for a few seconds.
Goddess!
"Take her to the torturing chamber. I have some devices that I would love for her to meet." Kyle's father chuckled and I cringed in my place. I really did not want to meet any of his torturing devices.
I was dragged to the torturing chamber again, this time, not by Kyle and Kylie, but by their father himself.
The worst part of it all was that he was not dragging me as I ran or staggered after him, no, that would have definitely been much better. He dragged me with my body moving along the ground.
My skin came in contact with so many stones and sand and tiny sharp particles of something — glass perhaps, so all I could do was to try to keep my head above the ground while he dragged me.
"Move faster, puny brat." He said and pulled me even harder against the ground. Then soon, we arrived at the torture chamber.
"You have probably seen one or two of the devices here! But do not worry at all, there are more interesting additions for you to experience and enjoy!" The alpha of the Paz pack said, sounding like someone who was giving a tour to another person who Ali came to explore.
Then she carried me up and placed me on a chair. It was hard and would have been uncomfortable to any normal wolf, but at that moment, it felt relaxing to me as I sank into the hard surface.
Then memories of this chair came back to me. I tried to bolt out of the chair, to anywhere, but I had noticed that I was already cuffed to one of the chair handles with one hand.
The king snickered as he saw my terrified expression and then he called out.
"Kylie! Did you bring the milk with you and the meat?" He called out.
"Yes father." Kylie came out with two cups filled with milk and one plate full of meat.
My stomach rumbled and at the time, it did not matter that I was about to die, I needed to eat at least.
"Give her a cup." The alpha ordered and Kylie gave me a cup of milk. I held it with my free hand and gulped it down like it was my last meal.
It could have been my last meal, actually.
Then she gave me the meat to eat, one by one and I enjoyed it in spite of my pain, chewing like an animal.
Then the second cup of milk was given to me, and as soon as I had gulped it all down, the king smiled at me, a wicked grin.
"Now let the fun begin!"