Jessica's POV
No one could convince me I wasn't cursed. No one was going to tell me that Life for me had not just become one big nightmare. Barefooted, with the cold night breeze brushing against my barely covered body, dressed in only a vest and a pair of pants. After a pathetic display of power, and a desperate attempt to transform just like the other girls had effortlessly done, the king, Jordan Luther, the man who wanted me as a slave, has summoned me to his chambers.
Dread settled inside me as I walked, sandwiched between two men, leaving no chance to run or escape.After being ordered to make the change, and refusing, the other girls had been staring at me as If i were a trouble maker. How would I explain myself? I was a wolf who couldn't even shift.
I had lived among humans for as long as I knew. Mother had never taught me anything about a wolf, or even talked about them enough to begin with. All I know is what she would always repeated, "That this side of ourselves was a monstrosity that has no cure.'' And so, to make up for it, she'd give me drugs meant to suppress it.
"Walk!'' One of the men shouted in my face, pushing me forward aggressively as we got to the large palace-like building. The house was quiet on the inside, pretty much a vibe that was going on everywhere else. As my feet dragged on the cold concrete, staring in wonder at the amount of detail in the place. Portraits were hung on every corner, it looked like a museum. The men hanging on the walls were those I did not know. Have never seen before and knew nothing about. At the corners were guards, standing still you'd almost believe they were statues.
I was led to a large swing staircase at the far end of the hall, and as I walked up, it got darker and darker. Don't they have elevators? I wondered to myself. I could feel the men walking behind me. And I kept my pace to avoid them touching me again. I hated it.
I couldn't help but feel as if I was being led to my doom. Ever since I came here, my life has been short winded. One bad thing after another. Men who see women as commodities and women who seem brainwashed.
The man who had bought me, that man who I had only seen once, was a nightmare for me. Every time I closed my eyes I could see him. A crooked smile on his face. The truth is that I did not know what his smile looked like, but if I was going to picture it, then it had to be just as ugly as his soul.
At the top of the stairs, I begin to feel dizzy. I have the urge to crawl on my knees and I don't know why. I am led towards another hallway, this one darker than the one downstairs. It almost seemed like a tunnel. There was this overwhelming aura of power, and this scent, this beautiful inviting scent that had me weak in the knees.
Suddenly we were standing in front of a large red door, and then the man knocked three times before opening. I stared at them, feeling my heart almost pummeling to the ground. a sense of dread washed over me. I was scared. more scared than ever. when they pushed the door open they slowly pushed me inside and I just couldn't protest. I had the door shut behind me and I knew that this had to be my doom.
" step forward. Stand into to the light.'' A heavy voice spoke from the shadows, startling me. The beating of my heart accelerated. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. I was surrounded by darkness, only a light in the middle of the room casted by the moon's light through the large open windows that ushered what seemed to be a balcony.
"Wh..what?'' I let out, my voice weakening as I heard what seemed to be footsteps dragging on the carpet.
"Now.'' His voice was calm and collected. I followed his instructions, walking towards the middle of the room, away from the darkness. When I stood right there, I could suddenly see him, seated on a large comfy chair at the corner. He was clear and visible. Handsome yet intimidated. He wore a red robe that dropped to his ankles, and white pants but nothing underneath. From where he sat, one could see the lining of something big under his pants. His torso was exposed, and so was his chest and stomach, seeing as he had no shirt. His chest moved up and down as he took a deep breath.
"Take off your clothes!'' That command, as strong as it was, was my last straw.
His steps trudged over the carpet as he walked towards me.
He stood before me, letting his eyes drop from my hair down to my toes. He looked at me with so much scrutiny. All I wanted was to run and never look back. to escape this monstrosity of a place and to put it behind me forever. "I need to determine whether my purchase was worth it."
" Please no...'' I let out, begging, not even knowing why I could hardly put up a fight with him. I was not a property, that was the truth. But with him, standing before me. The strength to defy him felt like a chain hung around my neck leading me to hell. His fingers wrapped around my throat with so much intensity that I found myself closing my eyes.
" Say that again. defy me again and we will see what I turn you into.'' His threat was all I needed to hear. My eyes left his, an act of accepted defeat that left me feeling like a slave for him. I desired to be on my knees. It was just a desire but a longing. His aura, his power, it was like it spoke to me. Before, I have heard about the power an Alpha holds over a normal wolf of his clan. But a Lycan King, never had I imagined it would feel this way. I could tell from the tone of his voice and the small flickering in the color of his eyes that his Lycan form wanted to take over. He was a short tempered man.
" Why did you not go for a run?'' he asked and all I could do was look at him. What was I going to say? How was I going to say it? It was already obvious that he was a short-tempered man. Any little thing could get him angry and his anger wasn't something I wanted to see again.
" You seem to have a stubborn nature of being stubborn. you barely listen to what you are told and that is something we're going to fix, right now..'' my heart beat quickly as I looked at him. He stepped forward, his fingers detaching from my neck as he let me let out a breath of relief. I could still feel his eyes on me but I couldn't have the courage to look at him. He was a nightmare. He was a mysterious man who had an aura of fear around him.
"Go on then,'' He leans against the large mahogany study table that was in the room as he stares at me as if I were his prey. " shift.''
My eyes go wide with fear as I look at him. I take a step back and suddenly I'm trying to count how many exits and in the room for the possibility of escaping. I know that they were guard standing at the other side of the door.
I could still hear their heartbeats. a lot of my werewolf abilities had been developing ever since I stopped taking my mother's medication. and for a while now I was able to work on my hearing senses, my sense of smell and somewhat my strength. But a transformation was something I've never tried before. something I had never been taught and I didn't know the first thing about.
Jordan's POV
I watch her movements. I follow her eyes, noticing her panic and doing nothing to calm her.
"I can't.'' She let out curtly. I remained silent, feeling anger tagging at my strings. My lycan wolf was impatient. Agitated and always on a clock. This wasn't stubbornness, it was disobedience.
I allowed my influence to flow freely towards her, arresting her with an overwhelming sense of submission. As a lycan king, I could easily force any of my subjects to submit. The power that my beast gives me suppresses and breaks anyone at my will.
"Why can't you?'' My tone was filled with amusement, but even that did not make me bring my wolf at bay. He was angry, and if i let him take control, he would tear her apart. "All my slaves must go for a wild run at least once a week. You are expected to mother an heir for me. I can't have you look ill and malnourished. You have to stretch your legs, go for runs. Let your wolf free.''
Wow, that was the most words I had ever spoken to a slave. She was pushing my buttons. Pressing on my firsts. I did not like it. I was a ruthless man with the reputation of being a monster. No little girl would get the privilege of toying with my patience.
"Shift, Little one." My tone was commanding and impatient. I walked towards her, grabbing her chin as I forced her to look at me. My gaze felt dark and intense, my anger caused my skin to burn like a fire I'd never felt before. What was it about her? I was an untamed beast, yet a little girl caused me so much control that it became a struggle. "Don't make me repeat myself.''
I could feel my wolf trying to take control. I suppressed him inside me, dimming it so that I could take care of this myself.. Unlike what the slave wanted, she slowly fell to her knees, overpowered by my aura. I controlled her with my power so well that the fighting spirit behind her eyes dwindled like a candle's flame.
She bowed her head, her eyes teary but her mind a mess. I could hear her thoughts. The turmoil inside them. The madness. It was then that I heard it. That soft faint whisper. The worry in her mind.
How was that possible? The voice of her wolf was non-existent inside her. Clouded by a faint venom that rested at the tip of her scent. Vervain. She was taking vervain? But why?
"Look at me!'' And she does without hesitation. Her watery eyes sink into my gaze with a pull that draws my wolf in. My lip twitches as I smirks, a look of realization evident on my features.
"You cannot shift, can you?'' She shakes her head, "You don't know how.''