Miserable Slave: Save Me, Alpha King

Candance’s POV

Abomination, freakshow, and a curse on the land bestowed upon this monstrosity.

These words were playing in the back of my mind while the lash was being applied to my back, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling out of my eyes despite the pain that was still present in my back. When the force of the whip peeled away at my skin, I could feel my own flesh ripping apart.

"You like that huh? I heard someone yell in my ear, "You weirdo!" but I didn't pay any attention to what they said. Although I was making an effort to push through the discomfort, it was becoming too much for me to bear. My back was covered with so many wounds and scars that it would be difficult for anyone to locate an area on it that was not damaged in some way (wounded or scarred).

The beastly voice said, "Why don't we do that again!" as it unleashed another onslaught of whip lashes on my back. "Why don't we do that again!" I was being punished for merely existing, and as a result, my hands and knees began to weaken under the pressure of the pain that came with each stroke. I was leaning against the wall.

The crack of the whip could be heard in the air as it came down for the second time. This time, it struck with more force and accuracy, striking out at my spine. I had reached the point where I could no longer control or handle the pain, and as a result, I sank to my knees.

"Who in the Hell told you that you could rest?!!" The voice continued, and at the same time I felt someone pull forcefully at my hair, I saw a flash of red across my eyes. At the same time, my scalp felt like it was being torn from my own skull because of the force. "That little slutty crap show believes she can relax! Until I have finished with you, no abomination will be able to find peace and quiet.

After shoving me against the wall for the second time, my assailant pulled me up and held me there. I could only groan in agony as the whip struck me one more time.

My wolf yelled at me, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" and then continued, "You keep clinging to the illusion that you would be able to make peace with this monster!"

He is my companion. I can't just leave." I responded to her, at which point I became the target of her annoyance and violence.

"Oh, your partner is effing and blinding you you to death! You foolish fuck!" Another growl came from my wolf, and this time I understood her hostility. I was putting us through utter pain for the sake of clinging to this unhealthy relationship for as long as I possibly could.

The reason for this is because we have a child, and I felt a responsibility to safeguard her. Even if it meant that I had to bear the majority of the suffering by myself, I would do it.

"What the hell was that stupid Moon Goddess thinking when she cursed me to be your mate?" A strike fell on my back, and I lurched down in pain at how strongly it connected to my spine. While this was happening, the voice of my companion continued.

The punches kept coming down on me, and within my thoughts, my wolf was roaring at me and berating me for continuing to take this.

—

While I was looking at my baby, I had the sensation that something was burning me up, as if a powerful presence was holding me down to the ground. I carefully pulled away from Chloe so that she would not become involved in this mess that was going on.

It wasn't bad enough that I was just tortured earlier by my own mate; now I have to deal with this as well. The door opened, and there he stood: Alpha Thomas, gazing fiercely at me. I felt the entire weight of his Alpha Command bearing down on me. It was almost as if he could not get enough of the cruel treatment.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!!" I tell him in an angry tone, and I notice a smirk on his face. When I addressed him, I did not use the appropriate title.

"Oh, well, well, getting feisty, aren't we?!" While he was lifting me off the ground and pinning me against the wall, Thomas Alpha muttered something to me in a menacing voice. I attempted to get away from him but he was too strong. His eyes glared at me even more fiercely, and I knew that he was mind connecting.

Alpha Thomas, with a sneering grin, dragged me across the space, and he continued to drag me until we reached the exterior of the pack house, where a large number of the pack's members had congregated, and they were behaving in a manner that suggested they were in some kind of a frenzy.

"I demand complete silence!" He threw me into the field, where I landed with a dull thud, and Alpha Thomas growled out at once, which caused everyone to go very silent. Indignantly, he proclaimed, "Today, I shall teach this filthy, accursed Omega a lesson." Omega was the antagonist in this story. "You shall feel regret."

It was my own father who was the first one to move when he suddenly snapped his fingers. Some of the other members of the pack followed suit. They were holding him in their arms, and he did not put up any resistance to it.

They brought him before the Alpha, where he flashed a grin in his direction. My grandfather did not make much movement; he was simply staring at him in shock the entire time.

The way Thomas was staring at me and then at him helped me figure out what he was planning to do.

“NO!” I said as loud as I could, "I am the one who dared to defy you! Please don't involve my dad in this!

The Alpha scoffed at this and approached my father. As he raised my father off the ground, his hand gradually morphed into claws. Then, in a single violent action, Alpha Thomas thrust his clawed hand through my father's chest, piercing and impaling him. I was able to see his heart, which had been ripped open and destroyed by the clawed paw of the Alpha, which had punched a hole through him.

My name is Candance Mitchell, and this miserable existence is pain.

Candance's POV

When my father, who has since passed away, would often tell me that I was to blame for my mother's death, it was the first time I ever experienced the feeling of guilt that comes along with it. As my mother passed away while giving birth to me, the other members of the pack made it a point to tease me about how I was to blame for the loss of my father.

Even Dahlia was feeling downcast and miserable. She had a deepseated hatred for him because of what he had put us through. Even though he was still our father, she was saddened by his dying because he was still a part of our family.

Chloe was oblivious to the events transpiring around her and was unconcerned about the passing of her grandfather. She had only recently discovered that she had a grandmother who had passed away; her grandfather had been an absolute stranger to her and hardly recognized even her name.

My fingers went numb from the constant kneading of the flour, and after I had thrown away the delicious pancakes that I had produced, the other members of the pack unexpectedly said that they wanted British meat pies and scones. They were unsuccessful, but I was going to order the pancakes anyhow so that my daughter and I could have them later.

I made a concerted effort to keep my mind on polishing the dough rather than allowing feelings of melancholy and loss to get in the way of my work.

As soon as I removed my hands from the dough and looked at the stove, I noticed that the meat pie filling I had been preparing had caught fire. After swiftly turning off the burner, I grabbed the hot pot, but my hands quickly became burned, so I dropped it as soon as possible. It fell to the ground with a clanking sound, and its contents spilled out into the ground.

When I lost my balance and fell to the ground after taking a blow to the back of my head, my face fell upon a pot that had been burned. I yelled out in agony as the pain spread across my face. The searing pain of agony was experienced.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" / "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was yelled at and dragged up by someone who grabbed my hair and called me a "bitch."

That turned out to be Jasmine, the mate of the Beta. Another individual who made an effort to make my life difficult and whose harshness appeared to have increased as a result of my pregnancy.

She glared at me and growled, "What else are you good at besides spreading your legs?" charring the fillings of the pork pies?"

I screamed, "Let me go, Jasmine!" but it was hard for me to get her hands off of me since she was holding me so tightly. As she smacked me across the face once more, the pain in my skin was excruciating.

She was furious with me and cried, "How dare you talk to me like that! Are you aware of how much money meals may cost? No no, you don't! You are in such a pitiful state that you are unable to purchase dreck! She continued,

I fell onto the poured filling as a result of her pushing me, and she said, "Wait till the Alpha finds about how you wasted and burned food."

"Give me permission to take care of this whore!" Dahlia let out a hiss.

When I yelled, "Dahlia, stop," I could feel her canines and claws erupting as she aggressively gained possession.

She yelled, "Stupid bitch!" before lunging at Jasmine, who appeared frightened and stunned by her attack.

She was about to launch a claw assault at Dahlia's face when she was suddenly thrown off her feet. Dahlia's attacker.

I was in excruciating pain, and she was shrieking as she hit the well. I was quickly able to recover authority.

The Beta, Louie, was standing in front of me and directing an angry gaze in my direction. I was lifted into the air by as I spoke in a meek manner while being dominated by his aura. After that, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and he exerted a forceful pressure on them while his claws sliced into my skin. I was able to make out the rage in his eyes as he bellowed, "How dare you damage my partner?"

I overheard Jasmine making a moaning sound as if she was in pain and saying, "She pushed me so hard, what if the baby is hurt?" Oh my god, I am so terrified that I have hurt myself.

His partner's comments, as well as the fact that the infant was brought up, appeared to incite his fury. I was dragged out of the kitchen and led outside of the packhouse while he made the following comment: "I will deal with you before Alpha ever gets back."

I was dragged out of the kitchen and brought outside to the rouges' torture facility, which was located outside the packhouse. While I was being brought there, Chloe yelled after me, "Mummy...mummy...where are you going?" As she ran away from the location where she had been playing by herself, she pleaded with someone to "please just leave her alone."

"Move out of the way, you dog!" Beta Louie yelled as she kicked and knocked over my child, causing her to land on the ground on her back. This time, I cried a lot as I watched her get humiliated in such a manner, and it broke my heart. I was powerless to console her, and even after he removed me from the room, I could still hear her crying out for help.

He shoved me inside the cage that resembled a box and slammed the door behind us with a resounding bang. I was tied to a chair and positioned in that position. Although this wasn't the first time I had been here, I wasn't concerned about the punishment that he would inflict upon me because I was well familiar with it. On the other hand, due of the venom that shone in his eyes, I couldn't help but be a bit frightened about what he would end up doing to me.

He rapped his knuckles and looked at me for a little period before saying with a sneer, "I don't think we should use the chair." He then cracked his knuckles again. As he loosened the straps, he mumbled something about "after I am done with you." He hissed at me, "You will be sorry that you were born."

As he grabbed me and led me there, I could make out shackles and chains dangling from the top bar of what appeared to be a high jump post.

With a growing sense of dread in my chest, I questioned, "What are you going to do?" This has never been done to me, nor have I ever seen it done to anyone else.

He instructed me to stand underneath it and continued by saying, "You'll see." He picked up some gloves from a neighboring table that also contained a variety of instruments of torture.

As he placed the gloves on and grabbed up my right hand, the cuff that was wrapped around it was being tightened, and I let out a cry of anguish. The fact that the cuffs were silver let me immediately comprehend the rationale for his decision to wear gloves.

After that, he beamed with pleasure when the second hand was successfully fastened to the subsequent silver cuff, which caused the expression of agony on my face to contort. He made his way over to the whips and picked one of them to begin his selfflogging.

I was caught between the burning sensation caused by the silver shackles on my hand and the impact of the whip on my back, which had silver spikes embedded in it. The shackles on my hands were causing the burning sensation. I bit down on my screams in an effort to deny him the satisfaction, but it only made both my misery and his torment worse. I was the one who was in worse shape. I had exhausted all of my options.

"Would it be all right if I did?" Dahlia asked

Sure, thank you, I replied while grinning to myself inwardly.

My recovery was being helped along by Dahlia, and I could feel the wounds on my back beginning to heal and the blood leaving my body as they did so. I didn't think the Beta would care because the Alpha was the one who told me not to heal myself while he was humiliating me. I didn't think the Beta would worry.

Beta Louie hissed at him and asked, "How dare you?" Did you just put an end to the pain? This time, the whip broke, but it did not land on my back. I shrieked out in anguish as it landed on my torso and whipped across my breast as it said to me, "You appear indestructible."

He then took the knife from its sheath, moved it back to my thighs, and said, "Let's see you heal yourself now." After that, he let out a hearty laugh. He tore off a piece of my skirt and then began drawing on the area of my skin that was visible. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even attempt to read what he had written, and I had no idea what he had written.

He stabbed the knife into my thighs once again while I struggled to keep my eyes open, my breathing became more rapid, and I noticed that blood was running down both of my legs.

He jerked my face up and said, "I don't know why you are still maintained in this pack." While he was doing this, he seized my jaw between his fingers. He continued, saying, "Lie ought to have gotten rid of you a very, very long time ago."

He barked, "Both you and that worthless mutt ought to be kicked to the curb." So you went ahead and had a child, and you had the audacity to pretend that it was his.

I pleaded with you in a feeble manner, "Let my child out of this." There is no need for you to hold a grudge against her.

He punched me in the face and said, "Bold of you to believe that you can talk back at me!" as he left the room. He drew a long line with the knife down my sides and said, "Because you have a cursed mutt for a child, that is the reason why you wish to hurt my child and my partner."

As he thrust the knife into my sides, I let out a scream from the pain.

It was necessary for me to implore Beta Louie to "please, please." I pleaded for pardon because I could not bear the amount of suffering any longer. He gave me an evil grin and muttered, "I believe I have had enough with you," before hurling the knife away and removing the handcuffs from his wrists.

While I was falling, my head hit the ground, and I immediately started crying.

He yelled at me while kicking me hard and told me to make sure I got back to the packhouse in time to make supper for everyone and to be at Jasmine's side to tend to her needs. "Make sure you get back to the packhouse in time to make dinner for everyone!"

When he emerged from the torture cell and abruptly shut the door behind him, I was startled. As he walked away, I was lying in a pool of blood, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of there alive.

—

When she flung the dish at me, I dove to avoid it, and it smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces.

She wailed and exclaimed, "I don't want anything!" As she proceeded to insult me, I began to tremble out of dread that the Beta would reenter the room and punish me for disturbing his mate. "That stinks fucking nasty, hell, it smells as bad as you."

Today, he was responsible for my injuries, and I was still bleeding and in pain all over my body.

I was able to escape the torture chamber and find my way back to the packhouse. As soon as I got there, I went straight to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, all the while being ridiculed and teased by the other members of the pack about how I looked, why beta didn't kill me, and why I shouldn't be putting blood in their food.

I had accomplished my goal of making their dinner without being smacked or suffocated. I was also able to escape the kitchen without being discovered by the warriors, who, if they had caught me, would have used me for the entirety of the night as was their tradition.

I halted my movement and stood in front of Jasmine as she moaned. She made it clear that she wanted a certain dish, which I prepared for her, and now she was moaning that it had an unpleasant flavor.

I staggered into the kitchen as I heard her cry, "Go prepare some soup for me right now!" and she demanded that I do it for her. I finished it up in a hurry and handed it over to her. When she glared at me while accepting the meal, I waited for her to give me instructions while I waited for her to accept the food.

"Get away!"

In response to her comments, I exited the area she was in and went into the kitchen. I was in charge of finishing the dishes and cleaning up the messes that the other members of the pack had made. After I had finished for the day, I made my way down to the basement while still carrying the pancakes that I had planned on selecting earlier.

Since I hadn't seen Chloe since we left the institution where people were being tortured, I believed that she was probably in the basement with Fluffy playing. After arriving at my destination, I went inside. The object I was holding gave way as I let out a piercing shout in response to the scene that I saw, and then it plummeted to the ground.

Candance's POV

I approached her and yelled, "No!" as tears streamed down my cheeks. What I was seeing was unbelievable.

Chloe lying on the ground, dazed and soaked in her own blood. I knelt beside her and pulled her up.

"What happened, baby?" I inquired. "How did you end up?"

"It's the Beta," she coughed, spitting blood from her lips. It happened when he kicked me."

I kept my mouth shut. I dashed over to the mattress and threw her down. I couldn't take her to the pack doctor because we couldn't enter a hospital and I couldn't heal her on my own.

I brushed her blonde hair to the side and touched her face as I noticed her face become paler as she became weaker and coughed up spurts of blood. When I removed her top, I noticed a gashlike wound on her torso.

"How could he have harmed our pet in this manner!" shouted Dahlia.

"First, we need to find a way to heal her, and I don't know what to do," I informed Dahlia, "so please calm down."

Dahlia stayed silent for a long time, and I turned my gaze to Chloe. She suffered numerous sicknesses since she relocated at the age of three. She turned out to be a silver wolf like myself because, unlike her, I had not gone through premature shifting, which had considerably debilitated her owing to the difficult shifting process.

"That's all there is to it! Encourage her to talk to her wolf to help her heal; I'm confident it will work!" Dahlia made a remark.

I agreed with Dahlia and reared Chloe.

"Baby," I said to her as I leaned her up against the wall.

She said gently, "Yeah, Mama," adding, "I feel so wobbly. Is it possible that I will perish? "Will I get to meet Grandma?"

"No, baby," I wept, shaking my head in astonishment at her words. You're not going to perish. You'll be living for me. You'll be OK."

"The Beta's mate said I was going to die," she grumbled.

"No, darling, you won't," I murmured, taking her face in my hands. I'd like you to do something special for me, sweetie."

I smiled at her, remembering how clever she was for her age and how I knew she could do it.

"I want you to tell Calla to help you recover," I told her. Calla, I want you to talk to your wolf."

"OK, mum, but Calla appears to be as tired as I am."

"I want you to try so you don't feel fatigued any more."

She nodded before speaking quietly to her wolf for a while. I quickly noticed her exerting herself, which indicated that she was attempting to recuperate. When I raised her shirt to examine the wound, I noticed that it was gradually healing. My face lit up with a smile.

"You did it, you both did it," I said playfully, shaking her cheek. Now I'd like you to cough to see if there's any blood." She did, but there was no blood to be found.

You're alright, baby, I said her as I hugged her tightly.

I'm hungry, she said, smiling and nodding toward me.

"Honey, I don't think there will be food tonight," she replied, and my face fell. I turned to inspect the squashed pancakes on the floor, but they were unpalatable.

"I got it, mummy," she murmured as she plopped down on the bed. "I'm going to bed right now." Well, I'll get you some food tomorrow."

"And one day we will live in a beautiful house with plenty of food and maybe I can get a daddy, it will be wonderful and we will be happy," she nodded and grinned, exposing the gap left by her missing teeth.

Despite the grime on her face and the shredded, bleeding clothes she wore, she appeared to be an angel.

I kissed her on the cheek and murmured, "Go to sleep, child," as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

As I sat down next to her, I crossed my hands over hers, hoping to get some sleep as well.

I couldn't sleep that night since I could tell Dahlia wasn't at comfortable. She was feeling worried and enraged at the same time. I got out of bed because I wanted to chat to her.

"What's the matter, Dahlia?"

"I have a feeling something is going to happen," she exclaimed.

"I don't comprehend you".

"First and foremost, I'm angry that that moron Beta nearly murdered my baby, and secondly, I'm afraid because I have a feeling something horrible is about to happen."

"Let's go to bed, Dahlia."

"I'm thirsty; let's get some water," she said.

I smirked at her and rose to my feet. I looked around to make sure Chloe was asleep before exiting the basement to get water.

I threw away the water bottle and began to leave the kitchen, happy that I hadn't run into anyone, when I felt the Beta's hand wrap around my neck.

"Are you trying to steal something?" he asked in my ear. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"Please let me go," I shook.

"What if I say no and kick you to the ground like I did that small one of yours?" he laughed.

That's all there is to it!

Dahlia snarled, "Let me at the bastard!" when Chloe was mentioned.

I didn't fight her this time because she took the initiative. Her canines became longer as her claws developed.

She grabbed the Beta's hand and began twisting it. He screamed in agony and shock. Dahlia pushed him to the ground, then pounced on him and cut his face with her claws, leaving bloody lines in the process.

He growled, releasing his powerful aura, and forcibly pushed her away from him. Dahlia promptly retreated as we reached the wall, and I recovered control. I tried to get to my feet and leave, but he materialized in front of me and grabbed me, barking, "I'm taking you to the Alpha."

"No! Please!" I cried as he dragged me to Alpha's quarters and up the stairs.

I noticed Thomas the Alpha standing outside the door, so I assumed the beta had already mind linked him.

"What did she do now?" he rolled his eyes.

In front of the Alpha, he hurled me to the ground, calling me "your useless mate." "I did it!" He pointed to his own face.

"I'm sorry," I wept.

"Go in the room and strip!" hissed Alpha Thomas.

I got to my feet and walked into the room, fumbling with my clothes.

"I'll take it from here," he said as he entered the room and slammed the door behind him.

As he approached, I turned to face him and exclaimed, "Oh dear, you're really in for it!" before he jumped on me.

I was bleeding everywhere and between my legs when he got off and reached for the whip. When the cold air touched over my skin, I shook.

He made fun of me and said, "Oh my dear, are you cold?" before beating me repeatedly. He seemed to like it more the more I yelled in pain.

The agony was unbearable, so I begged him, "Please Alpha," and "Just kill me." I had given up hope of enduring it any longer.

"Kill you and give you an easy end to your suffering?" he joked as he approached me on the floor. No way, honey, I'm not going to do that." "Worthless slut," he snarled after pulling one of my folded legs out and reading what Beta had scrawled with the knife. He smiled when he read the words on the next leg.

He looked at me with cloudy eyes, making me wonder what kind of agony he would face next. I suffocated.

"Get out of bed and stretch."

To prevent further aggravating him, I hopped up as soon as I could on my unsteady legs and lay down on the bed. I was lying there, my face pressed against the sheets. I wailed in agony as soon as I felt a knife enter my back.

He was writing on my already open back wound. I had no idea what he was chopping. Only when the pain became unbearable did I begin to cry. I was so exhausted that I couldn't even yell.

"I notice you aren't screaming in pain, I guess this doesn't hurt enough," I said as he stabbed the knife into my back. He pulled out the knife and resumed the violence.

"Just kill me already!" I yelled in agony.

"No, I've got one more surprise for you."

I heard the door open and someone enter before I recognized the voice within.

"Mummy."

Chloe was present.

When I raised my head to look at her, she was starring at me and the man she didn't realize was her father. She was standing in the room, as usual, cuddling fluffy.

"What are you going to do to her?" I yelled, since I didn't want him to kill her like he did my father.

He smiled and pulled her over, saying, "She's going to join us in the fun."

She stayed there, staring at me as though she required my approval.

"I said get here, you mongrel!" he said as he walked over to her and slapped her across the face. I had to act quickly as she sobbed. I got out of bed, took a syringe from the bedside shelf, and moved over to stab him in the neck.

He scowled at me and exclaimed, "Bitch!" as he realized what I had done.

He was already more vulnerable, so I wasn't going down quietly.

"I'll finish you right this second," he said as he slammed me against the wall.

"Leave her alone!" Chloe exclaimed as she raced up to us and slammed his knee. I reached for the bedside light, lifted it, and slammed it into his skull as he turned to face me again after kicking her away.

Before falling, Alpha Thomas thumped the earth.

I quickly grabbed Chloe and dashed out of the room. I staggered into the basement with her in my arms, having neglected to dress. The chilly air searing my wounds made me hiss in pain.

As soon as I arrived, I put Chloe to bed and began loading the sack with all of our belongings. We had to depart before Alpha Thomas awoke since we were out of time." Finally, someone is fleeing!

Dahlia laughed.

"Dahlia, please stop from being caustic at this moment; we must depart promptly. "Are you capable of healing?"

“No! Despite our dire circumstances, we can deal with the wounds."

I finished collecting our possessions, put on a plain gown, and grabbed Chloe.

"Where are we going?" she said as we crept out of the pack house.

"We're going far away from here, sweetheart," I answered, knowing we were still on the pack grounds as we successfully navigated the dense woodland after leaving the home. We continued walking after eluding the patrol men, getting closer and closer to the borders.

When we were almost there, I threw Chloe and the luggage across the border.

I crouched to her level and looked at her sorrowful eyes and tiny hands clutching fluffy.

"I need you to change into your Wolf, and I need you to let Calla take control," I pushed. "I need you to do something for me, baby."

"Are we going?"

"Yeah, sweetie, we are."

"And when we have a big house, food, and a father, we'll be happy."

I didn't want to dampen her spirits, so I nodded. We had no choice but to run, even though I had no idea where we would find refuge or what the rest of the world had in store for us.

When she dropped the fluffy, I helped her sit down on the floor.

"You need to focus and let Calla speak, okay?"

After nodding, she sat down. Soon after, she began to shift, her small claws showing pale silver fur and canines.

She wasn't yelling as loudly as she had been in the past, and soon a beautiful pup with silver fur was standing on all fours in front of me.

"Calla," I answered with a smile.

"I did it!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

I stood up and smiled at her before doing what I was supposed to do.

It was time for me to do my job, so I stood up and smiled at her.

Afterwards I felt as if all relationships and connections had been cut. "As an omega in your pack, I, Candance Mitchell, accept your rejection." If Alpha Thomas and I want to go rogue from now on, so be it."

I swiftly transformed into a wolf and handed Dahlia the reins. "Choose fluffy Calla," she murmured, approaching the sack and putting it in her mouth.

Calla treated fluffy similarly.

"So, we're doing this?" Dahlia was questioned.

"You're absolutely correct."

Following that, we dashed towards the forest while crossing borders.

We were outlaws.

We went a little further and came across a clearing.

"We need to spend the night here," Dahlia told me, "because if we walk any further, we might collapse."

"All right, Calla is exhausted."

We were about to fall asleep when we heard bushes rustling, and I could feel Dahlia's anxiousness rising again.

"Calm down, Dahlia," I hissed, recognizing what was going on.

Six large wolves sprang out of the bushes, and I knew they weren't rogues. They resembled skilled pack warriors and were enormous.

"What are we going to do?" Dahlia was the one I asked.

"I don't know, it appears that they are out to kill," Dahlia felt a whiff of something as she moved backwards to cover Calla from them. A wonderful smell. That satisfied us and smelled delicious.

Could it be?

A massive black wolf charged in front of us, putting himself between us and the warriors. It was the biggest wolf I'd ever seen, and his fur glistened in the moonlight.

It turned to us, starring at us with those gleaming black eyes, and it was as if the world stopped for a second before Dahlia whispered the word I never expected to hear.

'Mate'

Candance's POV

Mate? I questioned myself as I saw the large black wolf looking intently at us and sniffing him while he did so.

Mate! Dahlia rushed over to him with a happy expression on her face and her tail wagging.

No, Dahlia! She needed to get closer to him because he was far taller and larger than we were, so she did so by walking closer to him and nuzzling his neck with ours. I made an effort to stop her, but it was too late; she had already reached the person she was going after.

Sparks! When our furs came into contact, Dahlia let out a satisfied purr, and I could sense the wolf tensing up as well as the other warriors roaring in our direction.

The gigantic wolf barked at us, which caused us to quake in fear and run away from him. "Get down, you scumbag!"

What exactly is going on here? He is a companion for us! Dahlia wailed; does he dislike us? What's going on again, Candance?

I said to her, "I don't know," as I watched his dark house erupt in wrath as I was watching it myself. Dahlia retreated as he snarled at us, and as his growls became more threatening, he began to pace menacingly in the direction of where we were standing.

When he stopped moving and appeared to be having a struggle within himself, he was very close to us and had surrounded us close to a tree when he did so. "Shift, you mutt!" he yelled angrily.

Dahlia barked at him despite the powerful aura that emanated from him. She was not intimidated.

What is it exactly that you are doing? To challenge him? He intended to kill us all. I went after her because I believed that he would have an exceptional amount of strength and that challenging him would give the impression of playing Russian roulette with one's life. I had never before been exposed to an atmosphere like that.

He growled at us once more, "Shift!," and walked away. I obediently took control of Dahlia and transformed into my human form after doing so. I made an effort to conceal both my face and my nakedness from him as he looked at me, but I was aware that the other wolves in the area were unable to see me since he was blocking their line of sight to me.

He said, "Your face! It's something I need to see!"

I subtly removed my hands as I saw his eyes travel all over my body while he was looking at me. The knowledge of how my body seemed made me feel like an extremely defenseless and vile person.

Dahlia let out a scream of despair, "He doesn't want us.

I let Dahlia know that nobody is interested in having us around.

"Take a step back!"

Once he had turned his back on me and continued to bark, I reverted to my wolf form out of tremendous resentment for the way he had treated me. It dawned on me. Since the beginning of our relationship, Alpha Thomas has maintained that I am both unattractive and unpleasant to look at.

If I had been attractive and had skin that was smooth and free of scars, then Alpha Thomas would have wanted me and treated me well. Even the person I was living with at the time, whose name I didn't know, would have done it. If I had been more appealing to him, he never would have treated us as if we were some sort of freak and shouted at us.

While we were all watching, Calla sped up to where we were and joined us just as the gigantic and beautiful black wolf returned to what appeared to be the other members of his pack. As he got closer to them, everyone except one of them bent their heads.

Because the wolf appeared to be so lithe and white, I was able to determine that she was a female. She went up to him while she was pranced, and as she touched paws with him, and he nuzzled her, Dahlia and I were overcome with feelings of jealousy and hurt. After that, it seemed as though she was smiling as she walked away.

During the time that he stood there, they seemed to be connected in some way; eventually, they nodded and started coming closer to us.

Before howling, running to the other side of the forest, and disappearing into the night, the enormous black wolf turned to take one last look at us before leaving. He did not understand.

The white wolf yapped at us and said, "You are coming with us, you scumbag!" Dahlia tried to hide, but her efforts were fruitless. They threatened us by saying, "Move back just one more time, and I will put an end to you and that pitifullooking puppy of yours," as they moved closer to where we were standing.

Calla whimpered as she crept around below us in the shadows.

We didn't make any further progress either forward or backward. They came up to us and immediately started shouting orders for us to move; we had no choice but to comply with their demands and follow them blindly as they led us in a direction that we did not comprehend.

We walked for a considerable amount of time, and during that time, the night just became worse. However, it seemed as though these wolves had not even been through a particularly taxing journey by their appearance alone. We never halted for a moment to relax.

Dahlia exerted her best efforts to keep up with them. As she chased after them, she began to experience a loss of strength and developed scratches on her paws from stepping on thorns. She was unable to keep up with them. When she stepped on another thorn, the excruciating pain caused her to howl.

When the same white shewolf turned to face us, she barked at us and said, "Move, you mutt!"

11

Calla was unhappy with the reprimand she received. She was having a hard time and was standing close to us at the time.

Calla was compelled to yell at her dog, "Quiet that pup of yours or I will give her something to grumble about," because she barked at us.

As we continued on our journey and soon came at a field with nicely trimmed grass, I had the impression that we were going closer and closer to the pack house.

As we made our way through the field after entering it, I was soon able to make out a large mansion that resembled a castle. As we got closer, the house got bigger, and I could make out a few other houses in the neighborhood, but they were much smaller than the one that caught my eye.

As we proceeded forward, the enormous home that was ahead of us became visible.

"Stop!!!" As the white shewolf turned to face us, she issued an order, and when the other wolves nodded at her, she responded in kind by nodding back at them. She gave me a rather nasty look before turning around and rushing away in the opposite direction.

We were down to just two other shewolves and a couple of the other wolves after the others had fled. I immediately realized that we were being taken to the cells as they led us down a path that led us behind the building and then down a little hallway after that.

What do you think they're going to do to us, if anything? As we approached them, I questioned Dahlia by asking, "Do you think he is going to turn us down?"

Dahlia did not answer.

Chloe and I were pushed inside the cell as we were led to the very last cell in the row and the bars were slammed shut once they were latched. As I watched them leave, the two female warriors went their separate ways.

Following the act of placing Chloe on the solitary confinement facility's minuscule bed, I immediately collapsed due to exhaustion. I had a terrible want to cry, but I couldn't bring myself to do it since I was so tired. The arduous journey that we were forced to do in order to arrive here only served to make matters more difficult; the wounds on my body continued to cause me pain and were seeping blood.

I attempted to have a conversation with my wolf, Dahlia; are you able to heal us?

She sobbed, "I'm too feeble after everything," indicating that she would require a significant amount of time.

After offering her a mental acknowledgment, I terminated our connection. When I turned around to face the bed, I saw that Chloe had fallen asleep while still holding fluffy in her hand.

I rested there on the ground and reflected on the happenings in my life for a while. There were several questions sent my way.

Is the goddess of the moon really going to punish me for this? Why am I the silver wolf who is under a curse? Why do I have another chance at love if I'm just going to end up getting turned down again? Just who is he? What exactly is this package? Is he not much of an Alpha at all? Or will he turn out to be even more disappointing than Alpha Thomas and turn his back on me? Will I ever find the joy that's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember?

As I laid there pondering my plight, I wished I had quick solutions to the difficulties that were bothering me. I was in a difficult situation.

Dahlia, I murmured, I'm sorry.

Who could say? It was in fact her.

I let out a sigh and said, "I'm sorry that you have to put up with a poor person like me who no one wants; you deserve better."

I adore the fact that you are a fellow human being and that you are so much more than you give yourself credit for. Sweetheart, you need to get some rest so that we can be strong for when they decide to harass us later. She mumbled something, and I could tell that she was rolling her eyes at the same time.

nodded, and then made the conscious decision to close my eyes in an effort to slip into the welcoming arms of sleep.

A commotion jolted me awake, and as I looked up, I noticed a man standing in front of the cage with a plate and a bottle of water. I assumed it was the guard. The light that was coming in through the window indicated that it was dawn.

The female inmate who was standing in front of my cell spat and hurled the bottle of water into it while shouting angrily, "So, are you just going to sit there looking like a lost fool?" She had more important things to do than to waste time serving a scoundrel a delicious meal. She forcibly slid the plate under the bars, allowing sand particles to enter as the action raised dust, and I instantly rushed up and grabbed it after it was thrown into the air by the movement.

When she stomped off in a huff, she said, "Don't know why I got to feed that silly rogue!" This caused a ruckus among the other individuals who were being held captive.

I lifted the dish so that I could study the food that was on it. I can state with complete candor that in the entirety of my life, I have never been served with anything that looked or smelled more scrumptiously. Because there was such an abundance of meat in the meal, I hardly paid attention to the liquid that was there in it.

Chloe is going to adore this! I couldn't help but grin to myself as I set the bowl down before going to rouse her awake. As I approached the bed, she yawned and massaged her eyes, but she did not open them. She did this as I gently caressed her.

When she realized it wasn't a dream and that we were genuinely confined to a room, she became overcome with emotion and began to cry. "I had a very scary dream last night, mama, that someone locked us all up in a cell, and..."

I hugged her and said, "Please don't cry, my love, everything will be all right. It's okay baby."

She broke down in tears, asking, "Will we ever be happy?"

Because I was at a loss for words, I responded to her enquiry by saying, "They brought food." This allowed me to sidestep her question.

When I put the bowl in front of her and said, "Meat," she beamed with joy and happiness. She didn't waste any time in consuming everything, and as a result, I was left with nothing.

I turned around after hearing a snort coming from the direction of the jail that was directly across from me. I couldn't get a good enough look at the people in it, but I could tell that the voice belonged to a man. "You must be a unique one," the voice remarked. This time, he stood up and moved closer to the bars of his cage. I was able to see his grubby face once his head was no longer obscured by the tangled mass of dirty blonde hair that covered it.

I mumbled something to the effect of "I am not exceptional, who are you."

"A prisoner like you, but I haven't won the favor of the monarch like you seemed to have done," he said. "I've been here as long as you have."

I inquired, "Which king are you referring to?" while staring at him as if he had grown extra heads; he couldn't possibly understand what he was talking about.

He let out a snort, "Are you going to play a game with me, or what? Naturally, the king himself."

Before asking, you gave me the evil eye and I shook my head "Where exactly am I at this moment?

He introduced them all by saying, "This is the Black Fang pack, and the Alpha King is the leader of the pack."

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I was surprised when he brought it up, and I asked, "What Alpha King?"

He scoffed at me once again before saying, "You know, the fearless, the daring."

Oakley Ortiz, who holds the titles of both Alpha and Alpha king, is often referred to as the King of Alphas.

I approached Chloe and sat down on the bed next to her before asking, "What's he like?" Although I was familiar with the name of the Alpha King, I had never really spoken with him.

He shook his head and said, "Intense black eyes, and his wolf is a black wolf that is exceedingly enormous!" he said after shaking his head.

bright, dark eyes! A massive, jetblack wolf. The man continued to talk, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because I had just understood that I was in the domain of the Alpha King, who was also my mate. As a result, I was rendered incapable of hearing what he said.

Oakley’s POV

While I was bending down to pick up my shorts to put them on, I shifted into my human form in an effort to silence my wolf's protests. I did this so that I could put on my shorts.

You've got to be kidding me, man; I can't believe what I'm hearing! My wolf, Finn, growled at Oakley and said, "You are such a fucking moron."

As I make my way to the pack house, I come to the conclusion that I will ignore his criticism. Because of the way that I dealt with our traveling companion, he was and still is furious with me. When she rubbed against us, he came close to purring along with her, but I was able to keep him from doing so by exercising perfect control. When she did, I felt the flames as well.

You, you dickhead, are making me really upset right now! He would not stop complaining about how now that we have finally seen her, you have ruined it. We have been waiting for her for years. You even gave the order to lock her up, which is very badass. You have some serious issues! The man threw up.

Finn, I'm not feeling unwell at all! We are not allowed to have an omega as our mate, much less a rogue in addition to that. She couldn't even defend herself when I was being hard on her, and lord, she's a silver wolf; she's abnormal. She's a weak fucking wolf, and she's abnormal. It was necessary for me to answer him this one time. She is a rogue omega as well as a crazy wolf with a bad attitude.

You are just as sick as I am! He yelled at you once more, demanding to know what the devil had transpired to you.

I have no idea! The moon goddess must be playing a joke on me because she won't end up becoming my partner.

He spoke softly and said, "You really need to give this some consideration. She is stunning, and I have no doubt that there is more to her than what you perceive about her.

I couldn't help but agree with him that she was rather beautiful. When I was back there, for a short while, I came dangerously close to becoming swamped in those green orbs.

I explained to him, "Finn, we are not allowed to have her. I will proceed according to the established protocol in the event that you do not want your companion. Now, please be quiet. I require tranquility." I disconnected the line in order to silence his mutterings, and it worked.

When I got closer to the pack house, I heaved a breath of relief and picked up the speed of my walk. Along the way, a few of the warriors on patrol greeted me, but I ignored them because I was in a rush to go to my mother's house as soon as possible and didn't have time for friendliness.

As I made my way into the pack home, I could make out a few voices screaming out "Alpha, Alpha." When I turned around in annoyance to see who they were, it turned out that I was actually two of the female warriors who I had been on patrol with the previous night.

I questioned indignantly, evidently conveying my irritation with the situation, "What exactly is it? Be quick about it."

They greeted him with a salute and a modest bow before addressing him as "Your highness." The next question that was posed to them was, "The rogue that we captured the night before, what should we do with her and her pup?"

Gosh! As soon as I realized that I had entirely blocked out the memory of seeing her with a child, my eyes widened, and I immediately became curious about the reason why she had a child.

I questioned them because, despite the fact that I didn't want her, I couldn't bring myself to expose her to conditions that were awful. "Have you completed everything in the manner in which I directed you? Added a mattress to the holding cell? And gave her some food and blankets to keep her warm?" I said.

They stated that, "Yeah, Alpha. Is there anything further that has to be done after this?"

I responded with a firm "No" while shaking my head and added, "Just make sure nobody approaches her and no damage comes to her; if the opposite occurs, I will have your heads."

I responded with "Yes, Alpha" as they nodded their heads. When I was stopped for a second time, I was about to turn around and continue moving in the same way I was traveling before I was stopped.

Later I was detained for a second time.

The moment Camilla spoke a "Ahemm," I was immediately able to identify her as my Beta. "What's so fantastic about her?" she sniffed in mock surprise. She was the only person who had the guts to attempt to gain my attention in such a way, saying, "Caring for the rogue, I see."

As she proceeded to obstruct my way, I yelled at her, "Get out of my way quickly, Camilla; I don't have time for this!"

She turned her head to look at me and asked, "Is she your partner?"

I used my Alpha voice to address her, telling her, "Get out of my fucking way!" "What I think of her has nothing to do with what you think of her!"

She didn't waste much time in obeying my orders because she was well aware that she wouldn't be shielded from my wrath in any way.

I continued walking forward while cursing in the vain hope that no one would try to stop me because the inconvenient detours were making me increasingly irate.

After arriving there without any difficulties, I went straight to her apartment without any further wait.

I quickly covered my eyes and said, "What the heck, mum!" as I tried to protect myself from what I had just seen. Not every young man would be overjoyed to watch his mother engage in sexual activity with another man.

I was uneasy as I stood there with my arms covering my face as she yelled in horror, "Oakley." I heard rustling in the background during that time. "You might have been able to mind connect me," she said.

She yelled at the male warrior that she was with, saying, "You may open your eyes now son," and I could hear hurried footfalls in the background.

After listening to what she had to say, I opened both of my eyes and turned to face her while snorting "Are you serious, mom? You must be in your 60s if you're still active in the bedroom scene." I went on with a condescending tone.

What gives, my child, because you appear so stiff?" She responded by frowning and saying, "Leave me alone, child," and then she snorted and said, "A lady's got to do what a lady's got to do."

When getting closer to the bed, I realized what had just happened, and rather than sitting down on it, I decided to lean against the wall instead. What did you say was wrong? She inquired about this while giggling at my antics while sitting on the bed.

I heaved a sigh and said to her, "I met my partner. She is a Silver Wolf, an Omega, and a Rogue all in one."

"Is that a wolf with silver fur?"

"Yes, mum, and I don't know what to do," was the response I gave.

She scowled at me with her eyebrows arched and then said, "What exactly do you mean when you say that you are at a loss for what to do? You have finally located what you have been looking for, but you are at a loss as to what you should do next."

In response, I said, "Silver wolves are believed to be abominations, omegas are as weak as fuck, Rogues are not to be trusted, they are slime and she is all of this, I am going to reject her." I could sense Finn's annoyance at my statements.

Do not even begin! I attempted to warn him.

Candance heard my mother yelling at her, "You are not going to act in such a way! I forbid you to turn down a girl from a lowincome background!"

He responded to his mother by stating, "Mum, you can't tell me what to do; I'm the King."

"And I am the queen," she said proudly.

"Mum…"

She questioned me by saying, "Tell me what she is like," and she repeated the question to ensure that I realized that she was being serious.

I complimented her appearance by telling her, "She's attractive," and then I went on to say, "She smelled like honey and rose petals, and she had lovely green eyes and an innocent face, and her hair was pale blonde, and she appeared to carry the burdens of the world."

My mother got to her feet and walked over to me while uttering the words, "She sounds great but broken."

Where is she at this time?

"Somewhere..." I mumbled to myself. I didn't want her to find out that I had given the order for my partner to be detained because I didn't want her to be angry with me.

Where can I find the answer?

No, mama, I lied.

She put her hands on my face and said, "I can't compel you to go against your wants, kid. However, I would urge that you take things slowly and examine your options before you make a decision." She then removed her hands from my face.

I smiled at her and said, "I'll be your mother," and she responded with a grin.

She went on to say, "I will prepare a great meal for you sweetheart, but I know you are terribly exhausted after your patrol all night, so go get some rest." Although she promised to make you a delicious breakfast, she also urged you to rest.

After giving her a peck on the cheek, I exited her quarters and proceeded to mine.

I had just gotten out of the shower when I entered my room, where I saw a magnificent breakfast all laid out for me. I got closer to it while taking in the heady scent of the amazing perfume; there was a letter scrawled on the tray.

Sweetheart, I hope you enjoy your breakfast, and please don't forget what we talked about earlier.

I love you Mom

I read the message with a grin and then proceeded to sit down at the table, but I failed to see that my towel was still wrapped around my waist. I focused all of my concentration on the pleasure of eating my breakfast, and for a brief period of time, I forgot that Finn was angry with me and that I had a mate that I didn't want.

Candance’s POV

"Will he even make an effort to get in touch with me?" I pondered the locations of my friend as I sat on the frigid floor of the prison and made patterns in the sand with my fingers.

At this time, I've been in this location for at least a week. Because I stopped keeping track of the days, I had no idea how long we were there, but the longer we were there, the less comfort we were provided. We were no longer in possession of a mattress, blankets, or food that was supplied on a consistent basis.

Both Chloe and I were famished, and neither of us had ever before had such an intense want for food in our lives. I questioned whether this was his new method of torturing us because we were no longer given even the inadequate thin bread and soup that was served to the other prisoners.

When I turned to face Steven after hearing him say, "Hello, Candance," he had already moved to a position where he was standing relatively near to the bars of his cage. As he continued, he threw the water bottle in my direction and said, "Here you go." He made a reasonably accurate throw, and as is his wont, the ball landed relatively close to its target.

I whispered "Thank you very much" as I walked to pick it up, which was extremely kind of you.

I went back to Chloe's seat after getting the bottle out of the car. I crouched down next to her, and she turned her head to look at me.

She had reduced her caloric intake, which led to her weight loss. She took delivery of the bottle after I had already started drinking from it. Since we had stopped being given food, we had found ourselves falling into a routine. Chloe received the water that Steven had presented to us, which I then offered to her.

He had been a big asset. At first, I didn't take a liking to him because he seemed to be constantly interested in my connection to the King, and I didn't put much stock in the fact that he was a rogue. Despite this, I became accustomed to him, and due to the proximity of our cells to one another, he was the only one I could communicate with.

Even though I have some reservations about him due to the fact that he is a male, there are bars between us and some distance between us, which means that he is unable to harm me.

I watched as Chloe emptied the full bottle of water into the sink, after which she put it to the side. While looking at me, she wiped her lips with the palm of her hand.

She questioned me while staring at me with a worried expression on her face, "Where do you stand, mother? You never fail to provide me with everything."

I gave her a sorrowful grin and reassured her, "Don't worry baby, I will be okay. I just want to make sure that you do not become terribly hungry."

Do you think we're going to be all right, fluffy? She gave it a friendly smile and nodded at me before gazing down at Fluffy and telling me, "Fluffy says it's going to be okay, mama."

I just nodded at her and went back to where I was sitting since I was unable to tell her that the thing couldn't talk or that if we continued acting in this manner, it was inevitable that we would die here in this location.

When I turned back to gaze at Steven, she was questioning me once again, "What are you thinking about?"

I let out a sigh. "Nothing." I then questioned him, shifting the conversation's focus. I didn't want him to grill me with questions or to make an effort to listen in on what I was thinking.

He remarked, "A lot of extremely terrifying things."

What is it like?

Child, there are some things you do not want to know.

"Don't call me a kid!" I yelled at him, and he chuckled and said, "You are just a bit older than me."

In his defense, "You are not aware of it.

So, how old are you currently, exactly?

When he said, "About 400 years old," I let out an audible gasp of amazement. Although he gave off the impression of being quite youthful, there is no way that he could be so old.

I dared him, telling him, "You never tell the truth; are you some kind of vampire?" It made me laugh.

Actually, part werewolf and half vampire, he continued as I gaped in shock because I had never before come across a hybrid. I was shocked because I had never before come across a hybrid.

I nodded in agreement as he laughed and asked, "Shocked?!"

As I questioned him once more, "So, what are you in for?" he whimpered and then threw a low gaze at me.

"I don't want to talk about it, but I am here because someone dislikes me," he said with a wry smile.

Oh. "Who is your partner? Is she not concerned at all?" I said while wringing my hands and twiddling my fingers.

He said it in a hushed tone, "She has been gone for a hundred years now."

I was at a loss for words other than "I'm sorry" to offer him so I told him that.

He heaved a breath of relief and said to himself, "At least I got a taste of what it felt like to love someone." She was the most amazing person he had ever encountered.

I couldn't think of what to say to him so I just grinned at him and contemplated whether or not I would ever know what it was like to love or be loved. When I looked over at Chloe, I saw that she was fast asleep. The gnawing sensations of hunger drew me back to the here and now.

This time it was Steven who questioned me, and she wanted to know, "What are you in for?" His tone was scornful as he asked, "What on earth could you have possibly done to be held captive with your child?"

I was hesitant to continue because I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted him to know the truth. Did I have sufficient faith in him to tell him the truth? Were there any secrets that I could reveal to him? I'm here because someone else despises me.

He was amused, "You are deceiving people. You are his mate, aren't you?"

How was he able to tell? When I listened to his comments, my heart skipped a beat, and I noticed that my breathing became more rapid. I lied to him and said, "I'm merely here because someone dislikes me," even though I had never told him that I was not his mate. I explained my deception by saying that I was simply here because someone dislikes me.

You are lying, and since I was bothered by the fact that he was aware of it, I told him, "I am not Steven." How many more people are aware of this? I worried to myself, what if he believes I told everyone and comes down here to kill me because he thinks I told everyone else?

Why do I hear him approaching when other warriors on guard are shouting, "Your highness, she's in the last cell?" if you are not his mate?

Shit! I'm in deep trouble! Together with the loud beating of feet, his words could be heard, and when his perfume drifted into my nostrils, I felt a rush of pleasure that was rapidly overtaken by horror.

Gosh! Dahlia, do you have any idea what he's going to do? We are about to have our first encounter with him, and I have no idea what to expect from it. My words were overheard by Dahlia.

"I'm scared too, Candance," said a voice that sounded extremely worn out from the lack of food and the presence of wolfsbane and silver in our system, both of which were making her weaker over time.

Steven smirked as he retreated into the shadows of the cell and said, "Don't lie to me, he's really close now; I saw your face when you spotted him."

I instantly jumped to my feet out of dread, raced to Chloe's cell, and laid down next to her while pretending to be asleep. As his footsteps got closer and closer, I could hear them becoming closer and closer.

I could smell him more strongly now that he was in front of my cell, and I could hear his steps stopping now that he was in front of my cell.

Wow, Dahlia whispered under her breath, he has a wonderful aroma.

I just lied there, rolling my eyes at her the whole time. If only he had an angelic demeanor to match his behavior, then I would have to concede that she was correct in her assessment that he did smell like heaven.

"I know you aren't asleep," he said in a booming voice that was so deep and pleasant to listen to. I was about to purr along with Dahlia when he yelled, "Come forward," but I held my ground instead.

He sputtered and growled, "I said come forward!" I immediately got to my feet, lowered my head, and started walking toward him. I was too terrified to look up, so I kept my attention focused on the impeccable shoes he was wearing. I could tell he had incredibly big feet just by looking at the size of his shoes because they were so big.

He retorted in a tone that was just as authoritative as Alpha Thomas's, "Look at me. Don't make me elaborate on what I just said." I recoiled in fright and took a few steps backwards.

He growled before yanking his hand away as if he had just come into contact with filth, and he said, "Now, fucking look at me!" as he reached his hand between the bars of the cell and grabbed me, drawing me closer to him. "Now, fucking look at me!" Sparks shot up my arm, and I know that he felt them as well since he told me so.

I should not have reached out my hand to him in an attempt to touch him and experience what he was going through because that was a really stupid mistake on my part.

I retreated while sobbing and he gave me an angry look before yelling, "Keep your fucking hands to yourself!"

After mustering up the courage to inquire "Why?", I said "We are mates."

"We are unable to."

Not even this time, I muttered under my breath.

He approached the cage and asked, "Explain to me what you mean when you say not again."

I probed, but then changed the subject since I didn't want to confess that I had been with someone else in the past.

Because you are an omega, a rogue, miserable, and probably a whore as well since I have no idea how in the hell you got that kid in addition to having that kid, because I have no idea how the hell you got that kid.

In reaction to his insulting allegations, I yelled out while my voice shook, "I am not a whore."

He asked, "What is your name?" (What is your name?)

"Candance."

"Your name in its entirety, Candance" — Candance Mitchell

He let out a humming sound and then said, "Excellent, I'm going to reject you."

My chest started to hurt quite severely when he whispered something. I wanted to plead with him not to, and I wanted to assure him that I would do all in my power to stop him from turning his back on me.

Because I am the Alpha King, I do not require a mate such as yourself. And you are going to take the news of my rejection in stride and move on without me; there is no way that we can be together.

He told me to "Stop your crying, it is fucking aggravating!" and I started crying even more as the words came out of his mouth.

Do you understand that, mutt? After receiving the negative feedback, you are going to leave and never come back to my sphere of influence again.

As I watched him carry out the task that I dreaded the most, I gave him a slight nod of approval.

When asked to introduce himself, Oakley Ortiz said, "I, Oakley Ortiz, deny you Candance Mitchell. The Alpha King of the Werewolf Society, the most powerful individual in the pack after the Wolf's Council, and the Alpha of the Black Fang pack are all titles that belong to this individual..."

He was unable to finish his sentence because the room was suddenly flooded with brilliant white light and there was a jarring gust of wind that pushed me back against the wall. Both of these events prevented him from finishing his sentence.

Candance’s POV

As I was struck into the wall, I moaned in agony as the pain tore through my back and I thought I felt my lumbar bones break. The light had started to wane a little, so I tried to open my eyes and look. Chloe was still curled up in deep slumber when I turned to look to my side, which made me wonder how she managed to sleep through all the ruckus.

Oakley's question caused me to turn away from Chloe and look at him. He asked again, this time indicating that he had fallen himself. I noticed concern flash in his eyes as he stood up, indicating that he had also fallen.

I was too shocked to respond since I never imagined that he would be genuinely interested in how I felt. His voice and eyes instantly lost their worry, and he and I both turned our heads away from me in the direction of the light source.

A hole suddenly appeared in the center of what appeared to be all the streams and streaks of light that had previously faded away, and a woman abruptly emerged. This wind was kind this time, and it really caressed my hair as it swept past it.

I felt awkward and humiliated the moment I set eyes on her. I was aware that since I would never resemble her, no one would ever want me.

I had never seen a woman more lovely than she was. She had waistlength, beautiful, and lush brown hair. Her skin practically gleamed, with a tone of caramel. She had an ovalshaped face with the most adorable yet seductive features, and her faint red eyes let me know she was a witch. She was dressed in an extremely thin gown that hugged all of her curves. She had an enormous bust, a tiny waist, and full, flared hips, unlike me who was sickly thin.

She was really stunning, and when I glanced down at myself, I started crying because I knew I would never ever look like her. She had a really gorgeous shape although I had a more than slender frame with bones protruding out, and her skin shone in contrast to mine which was bloody and covered in marks.

I sighed when I overheard my partner ask, "What are you doing here, Eartha?" Even her name is lovely, like she is.

She pouted as her feet reached the earth, even her voice was beautiful, "Why do you sound like you are not delighted to see me? Don't you miss me love?"

love? What the hell is she talking about? Let me out, Dahlia hissed in my brain, or I'll rip her throat!

It's not like he wants us, Dahlia, I told her to calm down; I don't understand your agitation.

I naturally understood why she was upset. She had literally just referred to my partner as her "love," and I felt jealous of their relationship as well.

He sighed and asked, "Eartha, what do you want?"

She smirked as she walked closer to my cell, "I came to see for myself, Where is she?" she said. "A little birdie informed me you have found your mate."

With a bored expression on his face, Oakley asked her, "How did you discover me? And how are all this any of your concern?"

She put a lot of emphasis on the last part of her sentence and I was devastated beyond belief as I questioned if he was sleeping with her. "I found you how I have always found you my darling, I am no witch for a reason moreover all of these concerns me after all I wouldn't want anybody coming close to my man."

Oakley laughed.

Her eyes caught mine as she drew nearer to the cell and stood next to my companion, saying, "She looks dreadful." as she got closer to the cell.

She was right; I would look terrible. I hung my head in shame at her remarks and fiddled with my tattered clothing.

She remarked aloud, "The Alpha King's Mate in a cell. How fantastic!"

He frowned at her, "Can you get your voice down! Bring your yelling down!"

She winked at him and said, "Oh, do not worry. Everyone is asleep as per my powers. Nobody will know that you had your miserable companion put up in a cell."

I observed my Mate exhale with relief, and I couldn't blame him—if I were him, I wouldn't even want me. I was cursed and pitiful, and I had scars and inscriptions all over my body. Not at all attractive, too thin, and completely useless.

He rolled his eyes and asked, "What precisely do you want Eartha?"

She smirked at him and stepped dangerously close to him, "I came to make a proposition, and you must agree to it!"

And what is that notion, exactly?

She put a hand on his chest, gently caressing it, "You know how mad I am for you, and I would do anything to have you, whether through seduction, my charms, or witchery."

Hearing her remarks and observing how she was all over my partner while he made no attempt to push her away caused a stinging tingling in my heart.

He raised an eyebrow at her as he peered down at her and asked, "And if do not agree to this arrangement of yours, what will happen?"

She glared directly at me and spat, "I will hurt that dumb looking mate of yours! I will give her such misery she would wish she was dead!"

He informed her, "Whatever you do to her is none of my concern. I do not care what you do with her."

I was unsure of how to feel in light of the fact that my friend couldn't care less about me. I sniffed as I once more felt tears streaming down my cheeks.

She chuckled as she heard my sobs: "This would be easier than I imagined. Oh hear her crying at your evident hatred for her."

My mate said her, "I have a lot of things to do than strike a bargain over someone I could care less about. You should leave now lady."

She added, maintaining eye contact with me and smearing kisses over his jaw line, "You are mine Oakley. I will have you be it by hook or crook.

While I sat there sobbing and wondered why he never bothered to push her away, Dahlia howled in agony and resentment.

She kissed his neck, "You know you want to, Oakley, so come with me."

He made a low growl.

She said in a low voice that I could hear, "I'll make you feel fantastic, just like old times.

"Fine," he muttered.

Before I could blink, they were gone with no sign of them and it was as if they had never been there before. She grinned at him before turning to smirk and stare at me.

I cried out again on the floor, humming a depressing song in my brain as I relived everything that had just transpired because I was unable to control my sobs.

My resistance had broken that evening, and Steven had thrown a piece of bread in our direction, saying, "I wouldn't want you dying on me." It had fallen to the ground as normal, and I had picked it up, wiped the sand off of it, and given it to Chloe, who had been without food for days, and she had happily accepted it.

I was watching my daughter sleep as I sat against the wall. When my stomach began to complain, I realized that I hadn't eaten in days and began to wonder how I was still alive. Perhaps it was because I was accustomed to hunger by this point.

Dahlia was deteriorating rapidly, and I was on the verge of losing contact with her.

I turned my attention back to Chloe and noticed how she was curled up, her tiny hands encircling her knees to show that she was cold. I got to my feet and did what was on my mind as I walked to her. I went back to my sitting position in my underwear and bra, trembling as the cold air touched my skin, and pulled off my dress to spread it on her for warmth.

I heard Steven say, accompanied by footsteps that suggested he was moving towards the cell bars, "You are somewhat quiet today.

I chattered, "Nothing," "Why aren't you asleep yet?" I didn't want him to press me for additional information.

He screamed out in a startled tone, "Good Lord Candance! What the fuck happened to your body?

I jerked back, horrified that he had noticed me, "How did you even see me?" I yelled, "Stop looking at me."

He claimed, "I used Night vision, we have that. Now, who the hell did that?" He explained, "I am a hybrid Candance."

I groaned, "Go to bed. I don't want to talk about it."

He questioned, "Why are you sadder than usual? Is it your mate?"

I sobbed, "No one wants me, Steven! I am cursed, weak, ugly, and pathetic. No one even likes me!" I looked down, knowing I had to speak up before he tried to figure me out any further.

He told me, "I like you a lot, Candance, that's not true."

Lies! I answered, not knowing how to reply to his comment, "I should go to bed now," chanting "thank you" in my brain.

He said "Good night" after me, but I didn't bother to reply. I joined Chloe on the ground, wrapping my hands tightly over me as though it would keep me warm, and just moved over to where she was.

I came to the conclusion that I had to leave this place as I laid there contemplating all that had transpired with my mate and the witch. I hoped that I could begin formulating my escape strategy. My visions of a phony happy existence with a partner who genuinely wanted me swept me into the lovely grips of sleep.

Candance’s POV

Candance’s POV

I looked at the woman gazing at me as if she wished I had never existed, and I recognized her from the day I was seized because of the brown tint of her eyes.

She was also lovely. I pondered whether everyone else in the area was more beautiful than me in light of her long, black hair and stunning facial features.

She growled at the two guards behind her, "Get the mutt out!

But his royal Highness remarked," she interrupted one of the two guards as he started to speak by slapping him in the face.

She screamed at him, "You do not want to test me! How dare you disrespect your beta!"

He murmured, lowering his head in submission, "Sorry.”

I'm running out of patience, so get her out now!

At her remarks, they sprang into action right away and unlocked the jail door.

They pushed the bars away, burst inside, grabbed me by my arms, and lifted me to safety. Despite my efforts, they wouldn't let go of me.

Dahlia screamed from her seat, "Where are you taking my mummy? I was aware that she was resisting the temptation to stand and follow because she didn't want to take another kick.

She moaned and backed up against the wall as one of the warriors shouted at her, "Shut up kid! Stay still!"

Before they hauled me out and started to bring me away from the cells with the Beta trailing behind us, I gave her a dejected look. As soon as we entered a room, the door sprang open, and I was shoved inside. While the two soldiers who carried me stood outside and locked the door, the lady entered.

I got up and scanned the space. Upon realizing that I was in a torture room that appeared to be far worse than the one at Alpha Thomas's pack, I immediately began to experience hyperventilation.

The woman walked over to me after giving me a smirk as I watched her. She knelt down next to me on the floor and fixed her gaze on mine.

I averted my gaze.

She barked at me, "Tell me who the fuck you are," and said, "Who are you?"

I stutter in terror, "I'm Candance Mitchell," and back away from her.

She chuckled, "The Alpha King's mate is a filthy weakling. So sad."

She kept a lethal grip on my jawline and I could feel her claws piercing my skin. "Don't hurt me, please," I begged, only to get my face violently pulled up.

I groaned.

What gives you the idea that you can come here and pretend to be his mate, huh?!

She gave me a scathing look as she asked, "And why does he believe you? Do you employ magic? Did you apply a seductive mystic aroma to confuse his senses? "

I shook my head and replied, "No." She then struck me, sending me tumbling into the wall while I moaned in agony.

She smiled as she yelled at me, "Fucking liar! What even made you think he would choose you over me!"

He would choose her or the witch, of course; I am nothing in comparison to them. She wants him too. Tears streamed down my face.

She walked over to a table in the room and said, "Yes bitch! Cry! Have you seen yourself before? You are ugly and pathetic. You are marked all over your body, you even have a child you whore and you fucking stink! Despite all that, you got the guts to walk into the Alpha King's domain and lie that you are his mate.26"

I sobbed as she returned to me carrying a syringe, saying, "I'm not lying.”

She kicked me, then stuck the needle in my thigh, saying, "Don't talk back at me, you fucking moron!" She laughed wickedly as she snatched up a whip with silver spikes embedded in it that glinted. "You think you can simply walk down here and take him from me?" I cried as I welcomed the flowing liquid of wolfsbane mixed with silver, even though I was used to it, it still hurt like hell.

I took a big gulp.

She shrieked, "No one takes what's mine!" and slammed the whip down on my back. "I will do with you as I please while he's away," she said, bringing the whip down again on my head. "I could even set you up for trial to appear before the wolf' council and boy will they be angry that some rotten omega rogue fucking lied to be the king's mate!" I cried as it landed on my stillunhealed wounds.

She said, which made me more terrified, "You will be fucking hanged and that blasted pup of yours exiled!" She added, "And when I of course establish that you are guilty, you won't be banished."

I begged her, "Please don't do this, I will do anything," but she continued to bring the whip down as I terrified what would happen to Dahlia if I were to be killed. I didn't want my child to experience suffering.

She growled at me, "I just want you gone for good and I will make sure that you are gone before he returns. I don't want you to do anything mutt!"

I wished not to leave this earth. I used self defense because I didn't want to let Dahlia suffer alone. She fell as a result of my impulsive reach out and grip of her leg. I attempted to stand up and sprint for the door, but I was unable to do so since the medication she had given me made me weaker.

She roared, "How could you?!" and her eyes burned with rage. I gasped as she stomped toward me. She jumped on me, her teeth and claws extended, tearing at my skin and clothing. I screamed in anguish, silently calling for aid, but no one responded.

She stood up from me and shouted, "I will teach you manners," adding, "You begged for it!" She then slammed the door shut and left me there in a bleeding mess.

One of the Guards who had taken me out arrived as soon as the door opened. He shut the door and licked his lips while glancing over my bloodied body with hunger in his eyes.

He smirked approaching towards me and I groaned knowing what was coming, "If you would be a good slut, I could make you like it. I should thank the Beta for giving me this opportunity."

Now when he was close to me, he ordered, "Get on your knees, I don't care if you are weak; just do what I say."

I uttered "No!" and was met with a blow as a result.

He pushed me down to my knees and snarled, "You want this the hard way right?!"

He smiled as he fiddled with his belt while looking down at me. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to protect myself at this point, I had no choice but to treat him with the same respect I did Alpha Thomas and the other male pack members.

Do you intend to conduct yourself well?

I saw his belt and then his pants come off and nodded through tearful eyes. He used one hand to encircle my unruly hair and the other to undo his boxers.

When the door suddenly gave way and shattered into a million pieces, he was going to continue. The guard fled from me in fear, and I was drawn in by my mate's pleasant, familiar aroma. He appeared even larger than the previous time I saw him standing there in wolf form.

He growled at the warrior who was trembling in fear and trying to put on his clothes, "How dare you!"

Alpha...I...it was, he stumbled, unable to form a whole thought. I battled to keep my eyes open while feeling as though I was losing myself and my ability to fully comprehend what was happening.

As he approached the guard, he muttered, "Nothing to say for yourself."

"I…"

He yelled, "Shut your fucking mouth!" and then rushed on him, knocking him to the ground. Before I had time to understand what had happened, I saw a head fly across the room and land close to me.

I yelled in terror as I felt shocked. I was gazing at his head, which was in front of me and was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen.

When I heard a snarl, I turned to see my partner, who had blood all over his face and was showing his canines.

He leaped towards my general direction, there was imminent anger in his growls and snarls while the severed head and the headless body gushed out blood that was turning into a pool on the ground, and that was the last thing I could recall before everything vanished in front of my eyes. Like a light that finally had been used up too much, I blacked out.