Annabelle's point of view
The footsteps of the guards jarred me awake. Klaus had commanded I remain in the dungeons till the Alpha returns, his decision didn't sit well with the council, they all wanted her dead.
The cell door creaked open and a guard stepped into the room, his brow furrowed. I sat up, leaning against the damp cell wall, my gaze meeting his.
"The Alpha commands your presence. You have barely 10 minutes," he said gruffy.
Alpha? Ten minutes?
"Leave. You'd be taken to your room, get dressed. You can't possibly meet the Alpha of this pack looking like.. filt," he said a hint of disgust in his voice.
Immediately the words left his lips, the maids walked into the room, taking me softly out of the dungeon and for the first time in many days, I walked out of the dungeon without being dragged or beaten.
The rays of sunlight hit my face, the air tousling through my hair. Despite how composed I looked, I was still scared. I have heard stories of the Lycan Alpha Ryan and how cold hearted he was.
"You breathe because the Lycan Alpha allows you to," the guards would say each time I was given food. His name alone sent shivers down my spine, he wasn't just a werewolf…he was the definition of a cold hearted walking corpse.
I braced myself, expecting the worst.
"The Lycan Alpha wouldn't give you the death you deserve, he'd make it slow and painful," the other guard would argue.
I walked into my room, sinking on the bed, tears racing down my eyes. What had I done to deserve all these?
I grabbed the only garment which caught my attention after I was done taking my bath. A dress with thin straps barely covering my shoulders. The fabric clung to my trembling body like a second skin and I hoped it wouldn't grab his attention that much.
I walked over to the silver coated mirror, staring at my reflection. I could see the scars on my face; a result of rough handling. Tears raced down my eyes, my lips quivering. I hoped this would pass away, perhaps this night would change everything.
The knock on the door startled me, it was time to meet him; the Lycan Alpha. The guards guided me to his chambers, the sound of my feet echoing off the hallway. I was going to meet the death I prayed for it and Now, I was terrified.
My feet trembling, I walked into the dimly lit room, the scent of his cologne hanging heavy in the air. His gaze shifted in my direction, my eyes locking with his. I swallowed hard, my lips quivering. He was as terrifying as they said. The door slammed behind me, sweat trickling down my forehead, my knees crumbling beneath.
"Come closer," he said with a low growl.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I wasn't Kyle, I wasn't the runaway bride who left him on his coronation day, but no word came out.
I forced my legs, walking towards him, the beating of my heart increasing,my gaze dropping to the floor.
"Strip!" he ordered, his tone cold, leaving no room for argument.
I could have disobeyed, I could have told him that I wasn't going to do it, but I couldn't. I couldn't even stare at his glowing eyes. Weirdly, I found my trembling hands reach my garment and remove them slowly.
He moved closer, advancing towards me with a predatory grace, like he was going to devour me within a matter of minutes. His domineering aura dominated the air as he got closer. He yanked my chin up with his middle finger, his claws digging into my skin as he caressed my face.
He pulled me close, his tongue flickering out as it rubbed on my neck, the sharp edges of his canines dug deep into my skin, blood escaping through it.
"Yes, yes," he growled excitedly as he licked the wounds.
I stood frozen, my body rigid with terror. The pain seared through me, but the fear was worse. His hands roamed possessively, his claws scraping against my skin as he lifted me effortlessly. My feet left the ground, and I gasped, my hands instinctively grabbing at his arms.
He laid me on the bed, spreading my legs apart like he owned me. The beast in him took control, his claws ripping my underwear apart. I couldn't fight back, didn't even try to stop him. All I did was stare at him as he knelt down, his tongue slowly rubbing from the bottom of my pussy to the top.
"Fuck!" I groaned in pain, shutting my eyes as I felt electrical pulses shoot down my spine. My palms hovered around his head and I clutched his short hair, pressing his head to my pussy.
Different feelings overwhelmed me, the pleasure becoming too much for my young body to handle, shivering as he continued vigorously. My body burned, my breathing coming in short haggard gasps. Why couldn't I fucking resist him?
His tongue shoved deeper into my pussy walls and I rolled my eyes, too weak to moan. This time, his tongue was covered with the wet juices which escaped my pussy.
He stood on his feet, towering above me as he dragged down his brief, revealing his hardened dick. He grabbed my throat, forcefully dragging me up and pinning me on the wall, while my legs rested on his shoulders.
He inserted his huge cock into pussy and I moaned in pain, a lustful smile running across his lips. He started moving at a slow pace, a low moan escaping his lips. He twisted my rock hard nipples with her free hand and I shut my eyeballs, biting my lips slowly.
"Ryan," I moaned as he increased his rhythm. I felt pain and pleasure course down my lower abdomen as I slowly suffocated.
After what seemed like eternity,he carried me back to the bed, shooting his huge seminal load on my face.
When it was over, he tossed me aside like I was nothing. My body hit the cold, hard floor, pain radiating from my head as it collided with the edge of the wooden frame. I felt the warmth of blood trickling down my temple, but I didn't dare move.
"Leave," he commanded, his tone devoid of emotion. He didn't even steal a glance at me as he laid on the bed, exhausted.
I crawled to the door, each movement sending waves of pain through my body. Tears streamed down my face, silent and bitter, as I made my way back to the room they had assigned me. Once inside, I collapsed on the floor, my sobs breaking free.
I cursed myself, my existence, my fate. What had I done to deserve this? Why was I here?
My eyes landed on the window, and an idea began to form. I couldn't stay here. Not another night. I refused to be his sex toy. It was clear that he was going to torture me for the rest of my life, till I break down and die.
Ignoring the sharp pain in my abdomen, I grabbed a chair and smashed it against the glass. The sound was deafening, but I didn't care. I tied the sheets from the bed into a rope, tying them to the frame. My hands shook as I climbed out, the cold night air brushing against my skin.
When I finally reached the ground, my legs gave out, and I collapsed on the floor.
I forced myself up, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The guards were stationed far enough away that I could sneak past them. My heart pounded as I moved through the shadows, praying that I wouldn't get caught.
Just as I reached the outer gates, I bumped into something hard. The impact knocked me backward, and I fell to the ground.
"Running somewhere, little wolf?"
The voice was low and deadly. My eyes widened in horror as I looked up.
It was Ryan.
He stood there, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glowing in the dark.My body froze, my blood running cold.
"I see you've got some fight in you after all," he said, his tone mocking.
I scrambled to my feet, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. His grip was firm.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice low.
"I… I…" My voice broke, and I couldn't form the words.
"Let me guess," he said, leaning in close. "You thought you could escape? That you could outrun me?"
His laughter was cold, devoid of any emotions.
"Pathetic."
My legs trembled, the weight of his presence . I wanted to scream, to fight, to run, but I couldn't.
"You belong to me now," he whispered, his hot breath brushing against my ear. "I've let you out of my sight for long, not now. Not forever!"