Fated to the Cursed Alphas

Mackenzie's Point of View

"Why did they come to us instead of any of the other packs that they could have visited?" However, why is this the case? During the time that we were standing in front of the home waiting for the alpha and the luna, I asked the question.

As I looked around and saw my folks seated in a sombre manner, the atmosphere inside my pack took on an oddly unsettling quality.

"That is a reasonable question, but because we don't know what treaty this was about, we should at least hear what they had to say about it," my father said. My father had a worried look in his eyes as he clenched his grip on my hand.

When I gazed at my father, I wondered whether I would be like him if I had finally found my mate and taken my place as the leader of this pack if I had finally found my partner. Unafraid, honorable, powerful, and trustworthy character traits.

Physically? He was enormous; not only was he tall, but he was composed entirely of muscle. The mere sight of him might send other werewolves running for cover.

"I'm not sure, Harrison. The more I think about it, the more uneasy I am." My mother mumbled something to us. I could see the strain on my mother's face, and it concerned me. Her stunning appearance betrayed the anxiety and concern that she was experiencing.

She was always a reassuring presence for my dad, and she was his equal in terms of strength and knowledge. When I first started looking for a partner, a part of me wished that we would be similar to how my parents were.

As the automobile carrying our guests came up in front of our house, my mother and father immediately straightened their posture. On the other hand, I did what we always did when other packs came into our territory and stayed close behind them.

It was designed to convey the idea that I was not yet at their level, but that we worked together as a unit.

My father addressed Alpha Nathan and Luna Martha with respect before shaking their hands like regular humans do. He added, "Welcome to our domain, Alpha Nathan and Luna Martha."

They were said to have originated in London and had a position of authority over the vast majority of the werewolf population in the United Kingdom, elevating them to a higher status than my own parents.

Both Joanna and Rebecca, who served as the group's beta and gamma, were present. This was something I had never heard of before, and it puzzled me because the pack in question featured two females in positions of second and third in command. In most packs, the roles of beta and gamma are often held by males.

For whatever reason, their traditions were completely foreign to me, and as a result, I paid them very little attention. After they had finished shaking hands and introducing themselves to one another, my mother extended an invitation for them to come inside.

Because I wasn't permitted to stay and listen to business things just yet, I made a polite excuse for myself and intended to head up to my room. I apologize for the inconvenience.

However, before I went, I noticed that both Alpha Nathan and Luna Martha were staring at me. They were both wearing moon faces.

The way they looked at me made my spine tingle all the way down. It appeared as though they were interested in me, but not in a positive way. They appeared to know something about me, and it was something that gave me uneasy feelings.

They appeared to be mentally connecting with one another, and it was clear that they were discussing me. Even though they weren't gazing at me, the intensity of their gaze was so strong that I was unable to move my feet. I had the sensation that the ground below me was about to consume me entirely.

Luna Martha made my dad smile when she called me his "very lovely daughter."

"There is no question that she is beautiful." My dad's eyes were on me at that moment. He said that while giving me the greatest smile he could muster.

Alpha Nathan enquired, "May I question as to her age?"

My father reaffirmed, in a terse manner, that "she is just eighteen years old."

"Wonderful," Luna Martha exclaimed. Her appearance suddenly brightened up.

I briefly looked down at myself while experiencing a momentary bout of mild anxiety on the inside.

While she was speaking, she had a smile on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes. At that moment, she gave off the impression of being exquisitely beautiful, but there was something ominous about the way she handled herself.

"Mackenzie, you can go now," my mother remarked. Her face was clearly displaying signs of concern at that moment. My mother was not very skilled at concealing the feelings she was experiencing.

Observing my parents act in such a strange manner was really confusing to me. They never displayed any signs of nervousness in my presence, and I never saw them seem nervous.

They were unable to be relied on in any way.

When Kingston, my inner wolf, scoffed, I had no choice but to believe what she had to say. Both of us were acutely aware of the intense tension that pervaded the environment.

I knew that my parents wouldn't agree with me if I asked them to let me stay with them, so instead of pleading with them, I just dropped my head and walked out the door. I wanted to stay with them even though I wouldn't be of any help.

My mother smiled one final time as I passed over the doorway of the house. After that, she told me that she loved me and then slowly closed the door.

When the door finally shut, I became aware that Alpha Nathan and Luna Martha were staring at me with a smothering look, and I immediately turned my attention in their way.

As I open the door to go outdoors, the breeze strikes my face, and I take a few deep breaths in preparation to be swallowed by the overpowering, menacing smell they give off.

When I turned to look at what was going on, I saw that Alpha Nathan, along with his beta and gamma, Joanna and Rebecca, were fighting to the death with my parents through a large hole in the wall. When I turned to look at what was going on, I saw that the alpha Nathan was helping his beta and gamma.

My mother immediately tackled Luna Martha after my father had fallen to the ground and stopped breathing after he had been injured.

My mother was attempting to escape when she was caught by the ankle by the beta's hand. I tried to swing my arm and hit the gamma, but he wrapped his arm around my neck and prevented me from doing so. My mother was the last person I saw alive; she was laying motionless on the ground, and I knew in that instant that she had passed away.

They cut my parents' hearts out of their chests and beheaded them while laughing and making fun of those who pleaded for their lives to spare them.

They were not allowed to do the same thing for me since they wanted me for their sons, but they were allowed to test my capabilities, whatever that may have meant.

My mom had the right idea. They ought not to have let those people enter, but by that point it was too late, and no one could have anticipated this happening.

They had more power than all of us put together. We weren't going to have much of a shot at winning.

When I was the sole survivor left, they offered me the opportunity to escape, but then they went for me nonetheless.

"Mackenzie, pull yourself together," the doctor told her. We have no choice but to fucking run!'

I heard Kingston yelling from deep within of me, and I obeyed her commands. I allowed her to take charge of the situation.

We didn't get very far because they caught up to us before I could even step outside the boundaries of our territory. I served as both their prey and their sport for them.

A needle was suddenly inserted into the back of my neck as I struggled, causing a great deal of discomfort. In spite of my best efforts to keep them open, my eyelids started to droop, and I could feel the muscles in my limbs becoming weak and unresponsive.

I am aware that I am still conscious, despite the fact that everything around me seems hazy and dreamlike. If I could do anything, it would be to pray that this effect goes away quickly.

My soul died.

Nathaniel's Point of View

I kept a tight eye on Mackenzie as she slept while I sat in the chair that faced her bed. She remained unconscious and had several bruises. Her eyes and lips were swollen and a deep purplish color as she looked in the mirror. I was at a loss for words regarding how I felt about her.

The eldest of our brothers, Declan, issued a threatening statement to anyone who dared to touch her, saying that they would be put to death.

He did not provide any additional justification and instead simply stated that she was not available for him to pursue. After that, I had the dawning realization that she was about to cause a commotion very soon. I couldn't shake the feeling that this lady would stir up trouble for our group if she were here.

In the past, if we went on an expedition and brought back a slave, we would take turns trading places with that slave whenever we grew bored.

It was a cruel and inhumane manner for us to give the others "a bone" before they passed away. After some time had passed, it was time to start looking for a new slave.

I couldn't care less. It doesn't bother me in the least if other guys, especially these specific ones, get a taste of our slave. In fact, I welcome it. My feelings toward her were nothing but contemptuous from the minute I first lay eyes on her. When I initially came into contact with her, I had a sudden onslaught of wrath.

I started cursing her as soon as I realized that my inner wolf, Hudson, had a different reaction to her than I was expecting. What Hudson had shared with me about her was so amazing that I had a hard time believing it myself.

Flashback

As soon as I heard the mayhem, I said under my breath, "Here we fucking go again." When we were on the quest for a new "pseudomate," we never went inside the territory of any pack; instead, we waited outside its limits.

After the Moon Goddess had cursed us, my parents continued what they believed to be an important ritual, despite the fact that it was messed up.

They would swiftly send my brothers and me away whenever we asked them why we were supposed to be cursed, so we were never informed of the reason why we were supposed to be cursed. As a direct consequence of this, we stopped asking questions and eventually began cooperating with whatever it was that they required of us.

What did it all signify in terms of this curse, and how did it come about? It was foretold that neither of us would ever experience real love nor be able to have children of our own.

The rest of my family placed a lot of importance on it, but it didn't really matter to me at all.

My parents had an obsessive obsession with having children of pure blood and then rearing those children in the right way. They had the intention of carrying on the alpha and luna bloodlines so that our pack would continue to be a formidable force.

My failure to meet the requirements of society has prevented me from ever having a romantic relationship or being able to have children.

It seemed to me like a flaw that had been introduced into the werewolf race by the Moon Goddess, and that was the same reason that my parents developed this macabre ritual in the first place: to break the curse. To me, it seemed as though the Moon Goddess had introduced the flaw into the werewolf race.

We would go on a new journey each year with the goal of finding new packs that had daughters as their firstborn offspring and living in a variety of different areas. On the other hand, she should be the product of an authentic alpha and a luna.

It will need a lot of packs in order to fulfill the standards of my parents. Greedy people are the only ones who would act in such a way. As a result, whenever my parents weren't successful in getting their way, they resorted to using force to obtain what they wanted, just as they do now. This continued even after they had children of their own.

"Do you imagine she'll be more lovely than the woman who came before her?" Finley, who is the youngest of us, questioned it.

"Is there a difference that it makes?" I muttered under my breath, "We're all just going to screw her till she dies," which caused him to feel let down.

"Sure, sure. However, if they weren't at least attractive to look at, I'd rather fuck someone who was attractive than someone who wasn't."

He did make a good point, but I didn't give a damn about it. After the fiftyfifth girl, I had reached the point where I was so fed up with these techniques that I didn't want to put even the tip of my dick into any woman any longer.

I only did it because I was forced to in order to satisfy a ridiculous requirement.

This was the one hundredth girl, and I've decided that rather than take part in this insanity, I'd rather go home or hunt a bear.

Declan stated, "She's going to show up."

Our attention was pulled to a young female wolf that was desperately trying to escape from our troops.

She was quick, there was no doubt about that, but not quick enough to outpace even the most sluggish of our fighters. She had no more good fortune.

Almost immediately after that, one of our warriors tackled her to the ground and bit the back of her neck to subdue her before anyone else could stop him from doing so.

She groaned and whined as she attempted to extricate herself from his clutches, but it was clear that she had reached her physical and mental breaking point. The fact that there was blood all over her light gray fur provided strong evidence that she had also been the victim of serious physical abuse.

Because we were there, we saw her fight, pass out, and eventually turn into a human being despite everything she went through.

"Enough!" Declan let out a roar as the warrior continued to make an attempt to bite down on her while she lay almost unconscious on the ground.

The cretinous moron was not hired for the position. Finley laughed and said, "We're not supposed to murder her on the first day; we're supposed to keep her alive."

"Go grab her, Nathaniel," Declan replied.

I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms over my chest, and approached the young shewolf with an air of hesitation that I was unable to place my finger on.

I crouched down next to her before lifting her over my shoulders, but as soon as her skin made contact with mine, her scent bombarded my senses. I tried to ignore it at first, but eventually I gave in. After that, I hoisted her up onto my shoulders and held her there. After I had finally given her permission to drop to the earth, I became utterly still.

I came to a complete halt in my motions. Her blood had a peculiar look that was much more recognizable than its distinctive odor. My heart started racing as soon as I felt the sensation of her skin against mine. It was something I just couldn't get enough of. It was so unique in comparison to everything else that I had encountered that I instantly felt the agitation of my wild nature.

Mate! Both yours and mine.

Hudson hissed, but I quickly reassured him that it was not possible owing to the curse.

Before I could even begin to comprehend what had taken place, Finley had already arrived.

"Wait, what the hell is going on? I said, "Don't break her yet," He laughed, obviously amused by the way that I responded to her.

He was always able to see the humorous side of every situation, even when he wasn't supposed to.

Declan's repeated command to "Pick her up" caused me to become infuriated.

I had no desire to touch her or inhale her scent once more. The use of the word mate in Hudson culture irritated me. As a direct consequence of this, I glared icily at Declan.

"You effing take her," he said.

Declan took a step toward me and met the intensity of my gaze as we drew even closer together.

Both he and I were aware that the other one of us was not going to back down, so we faced each other while waiting to see who would throw the opening blow in the fight.

Before I could give Declan a blow to the head, Finley uttered the word "Woah."

"What?" Declan pushed me aside so he could pass, and his question was the single thing that made me want to snap his neck more than anything else.

Finley's statement caused me to stare down at the shewolf once again after it caused me to look at her fragrance. "Aspen enjoyed her scent," Finley added. It was hard for me to imagine that his inner wolf had the same emotions as mine.

When Finley took her wrist and brought it up to his nose, he got the same look that I did when I smelled her, and I knew that meant he felt it too. I knew he felt it because we had the same expression.

What in the name of everything that is holy was going on? What makes this female stand out from the rest?

Mackenzie's Point of View

When I came to my senses after what seemed like an eternity, everything around me appeared to have a foggy quality.

I was in such severe discomfort that every time I moved, even if it was only for a brief period of time, I hissed and moaned in agony.

"Wake the hell up, you sleepyhead!"

As Kingston raged all around me, I had a hard time opening my eyes.

After I had finally been successful in opening my eyes, it took me some time before I was able to focus on the things that were going on around me.

And when I could finally make out what was going on, I was startled to find that I had moved to a different room.

I looked down at my body and observed that the only thing I was wearing was a pair of matching black underwear that was quite thin. I also became aware that several of the cuts and bruises I had sustained looked to be healing at a glacial pace.

What the living hell is going on?

I was in such a state of terror and disorientation that I rapidly attempted to sit up, but I was yanked down down again.

When I looked down at my outstretched arms, I saw that I was chained to the bed I was lying on. I immediately became aware of my predicament.

Shit! Just what is this, exactly?

I pulled as hard as I could, but the chain's bite on my skin only made me whimper. I tried to get free by tugging as hard as I could. I made an effort to disengage myself from the chain.

When I pulled, it seemed like someone was applying fire to my wrists, and the pain was so intense that I couldn't continue. It seemed as if some kind of acid had been added to the chains.

In a normal circumstance, if I pushed hard enough, I would be able to break these shackles. However, I did not feel strong at all, so all I could do was scream for help. In a normal circumstance, if I worked hard enough, I would be able to break these chains.

Nobody is going to come to our rescue. They were successful in killing everyone, right?' Kingston provided a gloomy explanation of the situation.

And it was at that time that the recollection of how my parents had passed away came back to torment me.

Simply thinking about them caused the discomfort I often feel in my chest. I really couldn't believe that they had passed away, especially considering how much they meant to me. They are no longer there.

I did not want to be brought back to any of that, but it was the truth that I needed to confront at this juncture.

I was suddenly struck with anguish and wrath, and as a response, I exerted every ounce of my power to pull on the shackles once more. I felt like I had no control over my emotions.

'Kingston, assist me. We have to take a different approach.

As I kept pulling, I stoked the fire of the wolf that resides within me.

I am putting forth an effort, yet there is something that is holding me back from being successful.

When I felt the scorching sensation for the second time, I managed to keep a muffled scream from escaping my mouth, but I did not stop pulling with all of my effort.

"If I were in your position, I would change my behavior immediately."

I was taken aback when I heard a harsh baritone voice, and because the only part of me that could move was my head, I looked around to identify who it was that had said that. I could only move my head at the time.

My attention was pulled to a man—no, another werewolf—and, and not just any old ordinary werewolf—lounging against the doorframe with his hands crossed and folded across his chest. The werewolf appeared to be in a very relaxed state.

And despite the fact that he gave the impression of being an angel and had a pleasant grin.

He was definitely lovely. His features were sculpted, and he had broad shoulders and biceps that rippled. If I ever touched his face, the angle of his jawline might easily cut my fingers.

Kingston and I were both under the assumption that he posed a threat in every conceivable way.

Even though he gave off the vibe of an alpha, I knew he hadn't quite made it to that level of leadership just yet.

"Look at me." His tone of voice was resonant and icy. I felt a shiver travel down my spine. I had to jerk my head to gaze at him in his full height.

When I finally brought my gaze to meet him, I found that the moment I did so, his eyes completely absorbed my attention and captivated me. Golden brown eyes with a penetrating ability that could penetrate everything.

Even while they weren't as weighty as that, they still managed to pack a significant amount of authority and depth.

The neatness of his midfade hairstyle contributed to the overall appeal of his manliness.

He had a physique that was so impressive that even Zeus would be embarrassed by it. He was extremely tall and possessed gigantic muscles.

In my opinion, the fact that he exuded air that was both frightening and comfortable at the same time is an especially risky mix. He gave off an aura.

"Who are you, and what exactly are you going to do with me?" I questioned while quaking and pulling on the chains once again, only to hear a hissing sound that indicated pain.

"Declan. You are aware that I cautioned you against acting in that manner." His only action was to react, after which he went on to proceed farther inside the room.

"Stay as far away from me as you possibly can!"

I offered a warning while striving to sound threatening in the process.

His eyes were devoid of any sign of emotion, but he wore a sneering grin on his face the entire time.

I jerked away out of reaction, but the pain surged back through my wrists and ankles the second I stopped moving. After that, all of a sudden, I became conscious of the fact that shackles even restrained my legs.

As he pulled me back into place, he gingerly stretched both hands and reached out to grab my calves, taking care not to touch the chains in the process.

He continued to keep his hands on my legs as he repeatedly scratched and grazed each bruise and cut with his fingers. I wanted to kick him or jerk away, but the feel of his hands rendered me helpless to take any action. I had the inclination to do either of those things.

As I focused my attention on him, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive because I had no idea what he would do next. I didn't want him to touch me anymore, but I didn't know how to tell him that without making things awkward between us.

"What is the nature of that odor?" Kingston abruptly asked.

But we made the conscious decision not to acknowledge her, listen to what she had to say, or pay attention to what we were smelling and instead opted to ignore her. Both his acts and my reaction to them left me absolutely perplexed and enthralled at the same time.

"Wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was used to covering the chains and soaking them in the substance as well "he remarked before turning his icy eyes to meet mine and my audience's fearful expressions.

Fuck! No surprise, we feel weak and not healing.

After that, he murmured in a hushed tone while making his pledge, "I won't harm you."

The manner in which he communicated with me was calming, somewhat resembling a lullaby or a narcotic that caused one to feel dizzy and lightheaded.

I had the option of saying, "I—I don't believe you," before finally mustering up the strength to jerk my legs in the hopes that he would get the idea.

On the other hand, it was obvious that he wouldn't go through with it. Because before he removed them, he lightly ran them up to my thighs as if he couldn't stop himself and then removed them. This indicates that he is unable to control himself.

"You are using sound discretion by deciding not to believe what I have to say. If you weren't quite so willing to believe any one of us, it would be helpful "I was taken aback when he talked to me in a whispered tone before flashing his friendly smile in my direction, which completely caught me off guard.

Mackenzie's Point of View

If there was any way that I could go back to Cold Bay, Alaska, I would do so without a second's hesitation. On the other hand, the nasty family that took care of me forced me to go back to London since I had no other option.

They did not imprison me in a dungeon or a tower until my death, but it might as well have happened that way because I was more than willing to give up my life rather than conform to what they desired for me to become or do. They did not lock me in a dungeon or a tower until my death, but it might as well have happened that way. Even though they did not put me in jail, it was almost as if that was the outcome of the situation.

Declan approached me as I stood by the entrance to the house. I immediately ducked my head and froze like a scared kitten. Even though his eyes were captivating, I made sure to keep them cast downward so that he wouldn't perceive it as a challenge.

When I looked up, I noticed that he was smiling to himself. He issued the command, "Come with me..." I decided to go with him as he walked away.

He showed me the enormous study room on the second floor. The decor was warm and inviting, and the combination of three distinct aromas struck me as particularly interesting. It had a frantic and yearning quality. There were two new males when I set my eyes down on the couch there. I spotted them. Both of their faces are exactly the same. They are obviously brothers.

A woman was observed standing behind the couch in the room. Her aura revealed to me where she stood in the hierarchy of their pack. She represents Luna.

The Luna remarked, "I'm glad you could make it..." She smirked at me. "Starting today, you are accountable to all of us."

While he was looking alluringly at me, one of the guys licked the corner of his bottom lip. "You are just smoking hot. I want to bind you up and then devour you "he was making threats, but to me, it seemed like a thrilling adventure.

But my body shuddered. I was petrified of every one of them. Those dudes took their time to look at me as if they had already stripped me naked before their eyes.

"What do you say? Is it possible for us to use her as a sex doll? "Another inquired about it. He was animated by the thoughts that were racing through his head, and the very thought of reading them through his eyes gave me chills.

"Mackenzie, you understand them correctly. They are my boys, and they desire you. You are well aware of your responsibilities within this home. And it is so that I can make my sons very happy "remarked the Luna. "Have you made it clear that you will cooperate with anything they decide to do with you? Because this is the work that is expected of slaves by their owners."

It caused me to cry.

In the course of my life, I was never forced to labor like a slave in the home I was raised in. There are none in our possession.

After the deaths of my parents and the other members of my pack, along with the rest of the people, I would now be forced to serve as a slave for the people who were responsible for their killings. Everything that we did was accomplished via cooperative effort. To simplify a lengthy and difficult story into a short one, they intended to use me as both a slave and as a whore for their boys. This was the simplest explanation they could come up with.

They are devoid of any sense of responsibility! How in the name of all that is holy can they act in such a way?

My entire existence was rumbling with the rumblings of a Kingston, and it required a lot of willpower on my part to keep my wolf from going completely berserk and losing control of himself.

I was able to keep my temper in check and refrain from lashing out in wrath, but the fact that I was terrified for my life was the most important thing. Even though I had never even been kissed by a guy, they wanted to take away the one thing I had left, which was my dignity and my innocence. They wanted to take that away from me.

I needed to have it spelled out to me very specifically what it was that they anticipated from me in terms of performance. It was frightening and upsetting beyond anything you could ever fathom in any way.

Why did they not murder me together with the rest of my pack and everyone else as they did to everyone else like they did to everyone else?

As their ability to move deteriorated further and farther, I felt an overwhelming impulse to scream, pull out their hearts, and eat them while they were still alive. After I had torn them into pieces, the next thing I intended to do was to burn what was left of them.

I was vastly outmatched in terms of both firepower and personnel, and despite my best efforts, I was unable to evade capture or flee the scene.

My parents had a far greater capacity than I had to recover from setbacks and go on with their lives. It was impossible for me to be a werewolf due to the fact that I could not move quickly enough and was not vicious enough.

And despite the fact that I held a huge power edge over humans, I was well aware that I would not stand a chance of surviving a fight with any of them.

My gaze was directed downward the entire duration of that time; nevertheless, in my mind, I had already been successful in killing them a million times, losing them a thousand times, and dying a hundred times.

Every time Luna Martha spoke to me and yelled orders at me, I squeezed my fists tighter and tighter until they were nearly closed. As time went on, I saw that the pressure in my fists was causing me to lose blood through my hands.

They were all capable of identifying that distinct odor. It was obvious because their gaze kept wandering to my closed fists while they were concentrating on anything else.

Despite this, Declan's glare was the one that lingered with me the most as the blood streamed down my face. He was the one that made me feel the most helpless. Even though I just caught a glimpse of it in his eyes for a split second, as he licked the inside of his lower lip, I could tell that he was starving.

He turned his torso so that it was facing forward and put his elbows on his knees prior to taking a series of quiet, deliberate breaths. He then began the sequence of breaths. It appeared as though he was attempting to catch a whiff of the smell of my blood, but this was really an illusion.

"Were you present when that took place?" "Have you seen that?" Even the smell of the two of us together makes him happy. Kingston abruptly said.

And yet again, I made the decision to disregard the wolf that lives deep inside of me. It was neither the right time nor the right place to discuss Declan's smell in that context, thus I was unable to do so.

Declan put his hand on my elbow when I was fired, and I was so outraged that I wrenched my arm out of his grasp without even recognizing what I was doing. At the time, I didn't even realize that Declan had his hand on my elbow.

As a result of the way he looked at me, I took a step back in panic, and for a fraction of a second, I was sure that he was going to hit me across the face.

As soon as Declan recognized the voice of the alpha, Nathan, his terror returned. He questioned you and your sibling, saying, "Why don't you and your brother break her today?"

In response, he offered, "Perhaps, but I'd like to ensure that she's running at maximum capacity." After grasping my wrist and hauling me out of his parents' study room, he said, "Between now and then..." without pausing to finish the thought he had started before adding it.

"I'd like to make sure that you understand one thing, Mackenzie. You are now under our control. There were a total of three of us present. You need to pay attention to our advice if you want everything to go off without a hitch." Declan made this assertion in the conversation.

After that, he grabbed my hand and licked the dried blood that was on my wrist. After that, he left. He appeared to be very intent on what he saw in my eyes. It was clear that lust was taking over all of his senses. You won't do this again or I'll break you in front of an audience or behind closed doors, do you understand?" He issued a severe warning.

I did it as swiftly as I could while still dropping my head. I nodded at him.

We persevered and made it to the next room. It had a chilly atmosphere and appeared to be an ordinary room. After that, he confined me inside. I had the impression that it was the new location for me to occupy.

I was standing there, completely astonished, holding the wrist that he had just licked.

At the very least, he did not continue to chain me up and use wolfsbane on me, but those people deserve to be torched to death in hell a billion times over and over and over again!

I was unable to remain seated and found myself wandering around the room while simultaneously conceiving numerous incoherent strategies.

I was so irritated that I marched all the way to the window with my foot stomping. I opened the window by turning the handle slowly and then pushing it open more so that it could be reached.

As soon as it opened, I had a fleeting moment of success, but my elation was shortlived because I discovered that a number of their troops were defending every escape route I could uncover. This brought my mood down considerably.

I seem to recall that they were a sizable pack with a significant number of fierce fighters. Because of this, even if I were to win convincing victories against the people below me, I would only achieve a small amount of progress.

"Shit!"

I threw myself on my bed and couldn't stop thinking about the potential outcomes and the things that might go wrong. Even though I had never met any of these people before, I was aware that every single one of them was cruel and insane.

They were the only ones who were allowed to continue living, despite the fact that they had not earned the right to do so.

After that, my thoughts went to my mom and dad for some reason. I don't remember exactly when I first started crying, but it was probably the night when they went away, or possibly even before.

"You folks are the absolute lowest of the low!" In a fit of rage, I let out a scream into my pillow.

It didn't seem fair to me that my parents would go through something so awful in their final days. I recognized that they had given up on me even if they maintained that they had not.

It didn't seem right to me that I should have been made to become a slave without my will and that I should no longer have a place to call home.

I thought it was unjust that I was as frail as I was, and I also thought it was unfair that this was the life I was experiencing at this point in time.

My rib cage began to constrict, which led to me heaving and crying even more than I had already been doing. Even though I was having difficulties breathing normally, I didn't let it upset me.

I lost track of time as I cried for hours, and I didn't care that my eyes were red or that my face was puffy when I woke up the next morning. If they expected me to have a flawless appearance when their only intention was to use me as their slave, then damn them all.

If they did not like how I seemed to them, then they need to put a stop to my suffering so that we can go on to the next victim.

Absolutely each and every one!

The experience I went through lasted for a significant number of hours. In spite of the fact that I wanted to keep crying, I have no more tears in me.

When I eventually gave in to exhaustion, I clutched my pillow as hard as I could until I fell asleep, as if doing so would give me the strength to face whatever was going to happen in the following moments.

Mackenzie's Point of View

I only managed to get an hour or two of sleep altogether because, let's be honest, who could ever sleep peacefully knowing that there was no way to get out of this situation? It would appear that the Ackermans have taken ownership of me at this point.

My stomach turned as soon as the term "possession" was spoken, and even thinking about it made me feel filthy and queasy. I recoiled in dread at the sheer mention of the word.

When I looked at my wrists, I realized that the welts that had been present before had completely disappeared. After she said that, images of Declan sliding his tongue over one of the welts came into my thoughts almost shortly after that.

I was suddenly overcome by a wave of heat that began to paralyze me.

I massaged my eyes vigorously with my hands in an effort to get rid of the vision since I wanted to do so badly. On the other hand, the more that I did that, the more my stomach twisted and turned.

The snapshot imprinted itself indelibly into my memory. I smiled and shook my head.

"No. Mackenzie, don't even consider doing it. Stop," I told myself.

I checked my arms, my legs, and every other part of my body, and I saw that I had entirely recovered. To be more precise, I had the feeling that I had completely healed.

Because of this, I quickly stood up and opened each closet, praying that they had at least given me some clothing to wear because the idea that I would have to go about my day wearing nothing but my underwear scared me. As a result of this, I was able to get dressed fast.

What the devil is this! Were they under the notion that I would frequently visit their estate while dressed in a provocative manner?

After discovering that every single shelf and drawer was devoid of any contents, I voiced my anger to Kingston, who mirrored my feelings over the predicament. Kingston was visibly perturbed.

"I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you, but you're their s...," the speaker said."

Put a stop to that, Kingston. I get what you're getting at..." I cut her off and let out a sigh. I was aware of what she was going to say regardless, as I was previously familiar with it.

I decided to take a seat on the bed and consider the possibility of making a dress out of the sheets that were there.

"I really didn't have any other option than to give in to their demands, did I not?"

"I think that's the most likely scenario, Mackenzie..." Kingston's response was delivered in a mournful tone.

Because of the sudden opening of the door, which caused me to jump and draw away from the bed, my hands were just about to grab for the covers when the door unexpectedly opened. My first guess was that it was Declan, but then I noticed another man standing there. I'm not sure who he was. I have to find out who was behind this.

My body went into its fightorflight mode the moment he walked in, and so I sneered as a warning on instinct, despite the fact that I knew it wouldn't make him or anyone else in this mansion stop doing whatever it was that they were planning to do. My body went into its fightorflight mode the moment he walked in. My "fight or flight" response kicked in very immediately after he entered into the room.

He spoke to me in a pleasant tone when he introduced himself. I greeted Mackenzie Chadwick with "Good morning, Mackenzie," as if we had been acquainted for some time. Nevertheless, the fact that he used my entire name was a clear indication that he was also setting some boundaries for our relationship.

"May I ask what your name is?" I asked him as I slowly pulled the sheets from the bed to cover myself as I was still only partially clothed, and he just stood there with a steady smile on his face, watching my every move. I asked him as I was slowly pulling the sheets from the bed to cover myself as I was still only partially clothed. I had only a few of my clothes at this point.

Because it is in their nature to be unclothed, the werewolves that belong to our pack do not mind the fact that they are naked. There have been numerous occasions in the past in which I have gone nudist in front of a large number of other werewolves.

When we return to our human bodies after having been in our wolf forms, we shall be exposed to the world in our natural state. It's not as if the garments we wear can resize and reshape themselves to accommodate the various sizes and features of our bodies as we change our position.

I had no idea why, but I didn't want any of them to stare at me in that manner, as if I were some kind of happy meal or something like that.

Once I had completed the process of wrapping the sheets over my body, he glanced at me, smiled, and then expanded his smile even further.

"Finley. To express it more succinctly, I am such and such."

When I thought about the role he had in this group, the creases in my brow deepened and were more noticeable. As was the case with Declan, he gave off an air of dominance that didn't scream alpha but could easily be confused about that of an alpha.

As we stared intensely into the eyes of the person sitting on the other side of the room from us, the two of us continued to convey our feelings through the expressions on our faces.

As he continued to offer the information, he introduced himself as "the youngest brother of Declan and Nathaniel," and I couldn't help but wonder if he could read my mind as he did so.

That explained why he looked even somewhat like Declan, even if only slightly. They were almost identical in height and build, with golden brown eyes and auburn hair, and they both had the same hair color. He gave off the impression of being powerful and compact. Although he is not extremely stocky, he has an unquestionably strong and wellbuilt physique.

The only thing that set him apart was the buzz cut fade he sported, and the mischief and mayhem that was clearly seen in his eyes.

However, this demeanor was more of a façade than anything else. Although he gave off the idea of being cool, he was actually everything but. If you were to speak to him in the wrong manner, it seemed as though he would make light of the situation at first, but then proceed to rip out your internal organs.

They were both well conscious of the fact that they were incredibly gorgeous people, which contributed to their confidence in their appearance. Perseus did not have any knowledge of Finley because Zeus did not have any information on Declan.

After what seemed like an eternity, he eventually remarked, "I brought clothes," as he flung the gym bag in front of me. After that, what felt like an eternity, he continued to wait.

As I reached for the bag, I murmured something about "ThThank you."

If you were to ask me, I would answer that you don't really require them because you already have what you need.

I was in the midst of standing up when all of a sudden I stopped and cocked my head to the side. I looked at him with suspicious eyes because his words could mean a multitude of things, none of which could mean well to me. I looked at him with wary eyes because his words could mean well to me.

Both he and I were aware of the role I played inside this house; as a result, the implications of his statements caused me to experience increased levels of fear.

"Oh, Shit. You completely misunderstood that. No, what I intended to say was that you have a blazing good looks." He laughed, and I wasn't sure whether he was making a joke at my expense or whether he was merely testing how I would respond to the circumstance.

I didn't know what to say and I couldn't move, so I clenched the bag even further to my chest and tried to talk through my mouth. Kingston was under the assumption that she could establish a connection with either Declan or him, despite the fact that both of them gave her the creeps to varying degrees.

that she was overcome with a want to be in their presence. Because even as I could feel my heart beating faster, Kingston was irritating me with his scent in the same way that she had done with Declan.

"Would you kindly refrain from doing that?"

I dealt with Kingston in a very authoritative manner.

I was aware that we had reached the stage in our development where we would begin maturing into female werewolves; however, the fact that she was picking up on the scents of everyone around her as if she were on a mission to find a mate was a little unsettling to me. I was aware that we had reached the stage in our development where we would begin maturing into female werewolves.

I was at a loss to fathom why she was literally acting like a piece of work given that we were prisoners and were going to be slaves. I was at a loss to comprehend why she was acting like a real piece of work.

"Chop, chop. You have your work cut out for you, there is a lot of it "he said this while grinning and sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, staring at me as though I were something that piqued his interest.

I murmured, "II need to take a bath before I change," hoping that he would take that as a signal to leave me hell alone and not bother me any further. I was hoping that he would interpret that as a signal to leave me the hell alone and not worry me any further.

"Sure. That area houses public restrooms." He provided a kind grin and gestured in the direction of the entrance to the restroom in question, but other than that, he stayed seated throughout the interaction.

Is he attempting to make me laugh right this second?

He laughed and flung his head back as he saw me hesitating to take the first step toward the restroom, and for a brief minute, I wanted to strangle him.

"Do not be alarmed; I will not follow you into the bathroom to watch your shower. Not quite yet. I'll just stay here for the time being and wait for you to come back." He smiled as he began to make himself comfortable on my bed and then continued to do so.

Not quite yet.

These remarks seemed to hold some sort of promise, and as a consequence, I found myself feeling indignant. But more than that, I had the distinct impression that I was encased, and it was just a question of time before I met my sad end.

I walked in a huff to the lavatory, shut the door behind me, and locked it, only to hear him howl with laughter as I was already inside the room.

Nevertheless, contrary to what he most likely thinks, I was not an idiot at the time that I did that. Both he and I were aware that, should he choose to do so, he could easily break the darn door, even with relatively little effort.

I did that for the sole purpose that I would do it if I could have some degree of privacy, even if it came in the form of a flimsy door. That was the only reason I did it.

I admonished her, "Kingston, please stop being such a piece of work," as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Please stop being such a piece of work." "We have to get out of this place and assist me right away."

Mackenzie's Point of View

Since we emerged from my room, I have had the clear sense that Finley has had his stare fixated upon the part of my posterior that is exposed by my clothing. There was nothing about what I was wearing that could be construed as a seductive look. The articles of clothing I pulled out of the gym bag were the ones that didn't look particularly inviting to begin with.

I wore a single pair of jeans in the bag, which were extremely tight everywhere other than around my waist. I paired them with a pair of white sneakers, a black blouse, and the only pair of pants in the bag.

I was required to turn my head every so often to look at him so that he could indicate to me which direction I should go because he was moving slowly behind me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way. This was because he was following me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way.

I grumbled and inquired, "Where exactly are we going," as I became aware that we had just gone through the same hallway for the fourth time in a row.

After he eventually admitted it, he said, "Nowhere, I just like seeing you walk, and I think you kind of smell lovely, too." After hearing him say that, I instantly stopped walking after he said that.

When he saw the look on my face, he burst out laughing once again, and I vowed to myself that it seemed as though he was the most mad of all of them, despite the fact that they were all rather insane.

"Sorry. I just can't help myself. You are simply too adorable for me not to watch. I want to carry it out at this very location and instant."

Throughout the entirety of it, he continued making statements that left me more confused than I could have been, and once he saw the look on my face, he'd laugh. This went on for the entire time.

And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the sort of laugh that stated he was truly amused by my reaction and that he found me hilarious. And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the kind of laugh that said it all. It wasn't just any laugh; rather, it was the kind of chuckle that conveyed everything in a single moment.

After he had finished laughing at my expense, he moved one step closer to me and then leaned to the side of my head