Olivia Wharton:
"No! Alpha king, please spare my father's life, he never betrayed you."
My knees sank to the floor as my loud cry rang in the room, my fingers wrapped around his ankles, desperately pleading for mercy to be shown to my father.
The young king arched a thick brown brow at me, seemingly unconvinced about my pleas. I wondered how he was still able to harbor such an expression of disdain despite knowing fully well that My father, Alpha Micheal, was one of his most loyal allies.
Our pack had never had any issues with neighboring packs, we were his strongest and most faithful allies. Not only that, my father was a man with a heart of gold, leading with a just yet firm hand, running a pack that was built on morals and principles. There had to be a mistake somewhere, there was no way my dad would have committed treason. He wouldn't have done anything that sabotaged his submission to the Alpha King.
"My king, please I'm begging. He's innocent." My tears dripped onto his feet.
I turned, my eyes colliding with those of my father's. He was pinned to the ground like an animal, surrounded by dead and injured pack members. His eyes wore a solemn look, his lips tilting into a sad smile. He knew what was coming for him and had accepted his fate. It pained him that he'd be deseased before I clocked eighteen. It was something he knew I always looked forward to.
The king, Jared, looked down on me with an icy glare. No ounce of pity existed in his eyes, only promised hatred. He chuckled darkly before kicking my hands off him with so much force that sent me flying down with a loud cry.
I gripped my stomach, fearing I had damaged a rib. My father called out to me, trying to reach out to me but he couldn't break free from the restraints.
Jared strolled past me wearing a monstrous aura. There was determination in his eyes and it made me scream as he inched towards my father. He squatted to his legs with a mocking smile before stretching his hands and snapping his neck with a quick move.
My world stopped, the sound of his neck snapping, resounding in the overly quiet room, echoing in my ear. Jared took a look around, hoping to see eyes watching him but no one dared. All present, had their head bowed in fear and it pleased him.
He took predatory strides towards me wearing a fiendish smile as he crouched to my level, "anyone who dares overthrow my rule will undoubtedly die… just like your father."
I screamed desperately, trying to scramble to my father. I wanted to hold him…
"Wake up, you bitch!"
I was jolted awake by a shrill voice that pierced my eardrums along with a stinging pain on my leg. A distorted figure stood before me and it wore an outrageous perfume that nearly choked me.
It's been the same nightmare for the past few weeks. Dreaded memories plaguing my nights, drenching me in sweat as I struggled to deny my reality. Same voices echoing, same crunch that resounded as Jared snapped his neck..
"Didn't you hear me, I said fucking wake up." The sting came again and my vision cleared.
Standing before me was none other than Hellen Monero, the youngest daughter of king Jared. And she was holding a bull's whip with a disgusted stare.
It all came back to me in patches. Jared had brought me here to serve as a lowly scum after killing my father. He made it clear that I was free for all, meaning pretty much anyone could bully me and for some reason, the overly dumb red-head took pleasure in that.
I sighed because no matter how hard I tried to wake up and realise it was all just a horrible event that my mind conjured, I was never lucky. The scars on my skin and stings in almost every part of my body, added to the awful reminder.
I couldn't help my glare of hatred that burned into her head. I gritted my teeth, hating that I was so fucking emaciated. They rarely fed me here. In fact, the last meal I had was a cold piece of bread and it was yesterday, after a couple days of no food and water.
I remembered now that I had passed out from starvation after hallucinating deliriously. The fire of revenge burned in me as my emotionless eyes pinned her with a glare. Why the King and his dumb daughter were so cruel, was a question I was yet to seek answers to. I was yet to forgive them for what they did to me, I was going to make sure they all feel pain.
She was so lucky my wolf Alex hadn't been herself lately. Ever since we got here, she was growing weaker with every passing day and hunger was one of the contributing factors. If she wasn't, I'd have been glad to shift and have her deal with the fury of I and my wolf. I couldn't afford to shift in my current condition, I could actually die if I did.
Helen looked me dead in the eye and I knew she could feel the heat of my hatred. I winced when I felt the whip land on my exposed skin, "get your ass to the kitchen, you bloody lazy slave." She smirked, taking advantage of my weak state, "get up, go serve our guests… they aren't going to serve themselves now, are they?"
I held in my cry, eager not to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. Oh Goddess, I hated her guts so darn much.
"Get up or I'll whip you again!" She raised the whip and I gulped.
If that whip were to hit me again, I might not survive it. Besides, I needed to be on good behavior because I could really need the food, Alex more than I actually. She hadn't responded to any of my calls and I was barely healing since her absence. One might confuse me for a human in my current condition.
I forced myself to my feet, ignoring the dizziness and the clanks of the chain as I moved. The silver burned but I bit down on my lip, enduring the pain that ran up my spine. I was being treated like I was a fucking living being and their monstrosity was just plain disturbing.
Who the hell treats someone like that? What type of people derived pleasure from causing someone immeasurable pain. I was hurting both emotionally and physically.
I couldn't even comprehend my environment, my brain was foggy and any attempt at anything that posed stressful to my current mind, would leave me with a dastardly headache.
I slowly moved my feet, struggling to maintain my balance when I stumbled on something that made me fall nose first on the cold, dirty ground. I gripped my nose, hissing at the pain. Blood oozed out of my nose as I turned to get a look at Helen, that dumb bitch tripped me on purpose.
"Move!" She ordered, raising the whip to hit me.
I shielded myself from the aim of the whip, scurrying along to the, despite my twisted ankle and throbbing nose. They were going to pay for everything… It was a fucking promise… it was a mantra that always began and ended my day, reminding me to never relent on seeking revenge.
"I'll avenge you dad, I promise." I muttered to myself as I walked away, under the scrutiny of that stupid brat.
