Lilith was led away by a group of women, a middle-aged woman at the helm. As they guided her through the corridors, she carefully memorized each turn and passage, committing them to memory for her inevitable escape.
"Abandon that thought, you are doomed here." The woman's words sent a chill through her, but before she could react, she was shoved into a room and the door locked behind her with a resounding click.
"Woman! What do you mean?!" She demanded, pounding on the door.
Before an answer could come, a sharp voice commanded from behind her, "Grab her!"
Strong hands seized her before she could fully register what was happening.
"You have one hour to get prepared for the Alpha. Cooperate, unless you wish to be mistreated." Another middle-aged woman stepped forward, her tone devoid of patience. Lilith rolled her eyes, weary of being ordered around. If not for that damn husband of hers, she wouldn't be in this predicament—she would still be living as she pleased, without a care in the world.
"I take orders from no one. And are you not afraid of offending me? I am of special importance to the Alpha," she declared, hoping to wield his name as a shield.
She had expected hesitation, perhaps even fear. Instead, the woman's lips curled in disdain.
"Stretch out her hand," she ordered.
A maid obeyed, yanking Lilith's arm forward. It was then she noticed the rod in the woman's grasp.
"You wouldn't dare!" She hissed, defiant.
The rod came down in an instant. The sting of the impact shot through her palm, reigniting the pain on her already wounded back.
Her legs buckled beneath her. She collapsed to the floor as the maids released their grip. Damn it… She had endured far worse at the hands of her foster parents and siblings, yet somehow, this pain was sharper, unbearable. Perhaps it was because her body had grown weak from days of being chained, barely clothed, and left in agony.
"I am Madam Agnes to you," the woman stated, her voice laced with authority. "And you would do well to address me properly. The Alpha Lycan has ordered us to mistreat you, you should be grateful I am using only my rod."
Lilith clenched her fists, fury bubbling within her. She would make them all suffer for this. Every last one of them.
"Strip her!"
Madam Agnes's order echoed through the chamber. Lilith did not resist this time. She knew better that in her current state, she could not win.
A maid stepped forward, removing the sheer gown from her body. The moment the fabric slipped away, leaving her bare, she instinctively curled into herself, shielding what little she could.
From then on, Lilith did not fight back. Instead, she allowed them to tend to her, using their care to her advantage.
She could smell the medicinal herbs in the bathwater, feel them in the ointment spread across her back. It confirmed her suspicions, he wasn't planning to kill her. Not yet. He needed her.
But for what? With countless women at his disposal, why her?
Once they finished preparing her, they dressed her in another sheer gown. A fresh wave of defiance swelled within her, but she held her tongue. She was too weak to protest.
"You are to conduct yourself properly before the Alpha Lycan, be submissive and obedient," Madam Agnes instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Follow his rules, and it will be over before you know it. Otherwise, you will only make things more painful for yourself. And do not make a sound, no matter what."
Lilith barely reacted, simply nodding along. She had no strength to argue, no will to resist, for now. None of this would matter anyway. She would escape before any of it happened. But how?
"It is time," Madam Agnes announced.
They led her away, and though Lilith had studied the paths carefully, she still could not determine which led to the exit of the pack house.
"Here, take this."
Madam Agnes extended a piece of fabric toward her. Lilith accepted it with a frown, uncertain of its purpose. It wasn't as though this wretched woman cared if she was sweating. So what was it for?
Before she could question it, the door before her was pulled open, and she was shoved inside but they did not follow her in.
Lilith's mind raced. Should she run? No. They wouldn't be foolish enough to leave her unguarded.
Instead, she took in her surroundings, grateful for the abundance of candlelight that illuminated the room. Spotting a window, she rushed toward it, peering outside only to curse under her breath. Guards were stationed right below. They knew she would try to escape, and weren't even taking chances.
"Shall I assist you in undressing?" The deep voice sent a shiver through her, and she whirled around, her breath catching.
"Alpha Zayd…" she breathed, her lips parting as she took him in.
She had never seen him up close before. He was unexpectedly… breathtaking. Powerfully built, his muscles rippled beneath toned skin, and the only thing covering his body was a simple fabric tied around his waist.
The rumors did not do him justice. His black obsidian hair was sleek, swept back in a way that only enhanced the sharp lines of his face. He looked almost unreal, too perfectly sculpted. Her gaze dropped lower, catching sight of the scars that marked his chest. Rather than ruining his appearance, they only added to his raw, untamed allure.
Realizing what she was doing, she inhaled sharply and averted her gaze, heat rushing to her face. How dare she admire her captor?
"I do not like repeating myself," he said coolly. "I said, strip." His command snapped her back to reality.
"I…" The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them. "I am a virgin. I have never done this before… Can we wait until I am ready?" She clung to the desperate hope that he would show mercy, if only for her inexperience. He wouldn't possibly rape a woman, would he?
Zayd stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. Lilith instinctively stepped back, only for him to close the distance with ease.
Reaching her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to turn away. He bent her over the nearest table, his grip shifting to her neck as he held her firmly in place.
"Ah!" She yelped, utterly trapped.
Leaning toward her ear, "You were sold to me for your purity," he whispered, his tone unwavering. "You are here as my virgin slave. Every inch of your body will be branded with my cock. Every. Fucking. Part."
A shudder of dread coursed through her as he continued, his words sealing her fate.
Tightening his grip on her neck, he added. "You will bear my heir but once that is done… you will be discarded."
Lilith's stomach twisted violently. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps as the truth settled in, suffocating and absolute. She was truly doomed!