Obey Me

Silver’s POV

I was still standing in my underwear under the scrutiny of several man-wolves whose alpha had just rejected me. Never had I been this humiliated.

“Then fine. I reject you too. I never even wanted you in the first place!” I screamed to his back and the men gasped. I didn't know if it was because of how close I had come to death or the fact that I knew he might not kill me in order to please his oh so mighty moon goddess, but in that moment, I didn't care about not pissing him off anymore. He could fuck off for all I care.

The alpha stoped, but did not turn to me. I could sense his fury all the way from where I stood. I didn't need anyone to tell me the amount of power this man wielded, but I would not take my words back. If he thought he could throw me away like a discarded toy when I didn't even ask to be here, then he was completely wrong.

He finally turned back, but he was smiling this time and not fuming at me like I had expected. However, it was a sinister smile, like the smile a child had before squashing a small animal, and in this case, I was the small animal. I gulped, but faced him head-on, knowing my fear was what would fuel him, and not wanting him to see me crack.

Like before, he walked up to me until he was just a few centimeters away from me and slowly ran a long over my face, inspecting it. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I had been taught that wolves could smell fear, so I knew it wouldn't change much.

“What is your name?” He asked me and I cocked my head in confusion, having not expected that question at all.

“Silver,” I said.

His face twisted for a second into an expression that resembled rage but it disappeared almost immediately, and was replaced instead by a malicious smile.

“Silver,” he said aloud so that the druid who was still close by could hear. “Her name is literally Silver. And you want me to spare her? Silver? Really?”

At first, I wondered what was so wrong with my name but after thinking for a while, I recalled when I was told that my father had constructed the most effective silver bullets which killed werewolves faster, who allergic to silver and wolfsbane.

Things weren't looking so good for me right then. I'd always thought I had been named Silver because of my hair, but I realized then that my father had probably named me Silver because he hoped I would carry on his wolf-hunting legacy and my name should have foretold what I would do. If anything, I was the one currently being hunted.

“What is your name?” I asked him, wanting to divert attention from myself and show him I could not be intimidated by him. I had never been one to back down from a fight, especially when that fight had my pride at stake.

“You’re a bold one, I see,” he said,, “but today, I won't punish your insolent curiosity. I will answer you. I am Alpha Adonis Damon, the first of my name and the ruler of the entire Reborn clan.”

I nodded, because I had nothing else to say. Judging from how he had introduced himself, it was evident that he took his position very seriously and I was supposed to be impressed. But I was not. I chuckled when he looked disappointed that I did not look moved by his introduction, and his eyes turned darker.

He looks back to his men and all the others who have gathered in the court as a result of the commotion, and waved his hands.

“You’re dismissed. All of you.”

“But what about the girl?” one of them asked, giving me a dirty look. I was sure if I had a moment alone with him, he would rip my skin to shreds and hang my bones.

Alpha Damon glared at me for a moment before asking a few of the men to wait behind, including the druid.

Still almost naked, I was dragged into a smaller chamber in the room by one of the guards I stabbed earlier. He looked almost my age, but he was a guard at the king's palace. He bound my hands and draged me roughly, pushing me down on purpose when no one was looking. I scowled at him and he flinched, but regained his composure almost immediately.

The guard tossed me to the ground, bowed and stood aside. Ugh. I was hoping he would leave. Having him behind me made me so uncomfortable.

I lowered my head when I saw the men in this chamber, who were going to decide my fate. Damon had selected the meanest looking of them all to decide my fate, but I could only look at the druid. He had saved my life, so to me, he was the least dangerous.

“Where do you come from, child?” the druid asked me, his voice tender but shaky.

“I am from the Thunder clan,” I responded with pride and he nodded with a knowing smile.

“The only reasonable clan for miles and miles,” he said and I blinked.

When he noticed my bewilderment, he continued.

“I know your lands. All your human clans. Grendel clan which is several miles away from yours is filled with cannibals, am I correct?”

I nodded.

“Fenwick clan which is the next is known for their barbaric practice of circumsizing their females and Johnson clan does not believe in education. They burned down all their libraries and books a long time ago and prefer to live like savages. But your clan is different. Am I right?”

I nodded again, this time in awe. He must really be a seer or just very well traveled to have known all that. Back in Thunder clan, it is forbidden to talk about other clans, so everything we knew about them were probably just heresy, or from books which were stashed away. However, I knew all about them because I read books I wasn't supposed to read. I was so thankful it all paid off.

“How do you know so much about our clans?” I asked, momentarily forgetting that the other men existed. I could sit down and rub minds with the druid all day. “Have you been to them?”

The old man laughs.

“One does not need to travel physically to know certain things. I have more powers than you can ever imagine. I have traveled worlds and constellations, but I have journeyed into the human mind, through history. I know you. You ran away from your clan because your mother agreed to hypnotize you into believing a prophecy, isn't it?”

All my comfort with the druid disappeared and weariness took over.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Enough questions,” Alpha Damon bellowed, interrupting us. “Look up at me girl. Why are you here?”

The alpha looked down at me with so much scrutiny, I was sure he could read my thoughts. However, I was not so bothered about him. I wanted to talk with the druid, to find out all he knew and how he knew them. If he really possessed the power to see everything, then maybe he could tell me more about other human worlds far away, the ones with technologies and scientific magic. Or maybe he could even teach me how to use his powers.

“Answer my question,” Damon growled in irritation and I jumped. I had been carried away by the possibilities the old man just showed me that I forgot my life was till at stake.

“I was running away from my family when I ran into your men who captured me.”

I keep staring into his perfect face, hoping he can see I am telling the truth. I had no wishes to implicate myself any further. His jaw clenched and before I could think of what I had done wrong, I heard the sound of a whip before it hit my back. I rolled all over the floor, whimpering because of the unbearable pain. My hands were tied together, so I couldn't touch my back which had just been whipped, and each time I rolled over my hands, I felt like they would break at any moment.

I looked p at the guard who had whipped me and he stared back with an unmistakable look of satisfaction. He looked just my age, yet he had whipped me. I wondered where he had gotten the whip from, but the pain soon distracted me from that. Tears pricked my eyes as the pain from the whip kept increasing. The alpha looked unperturbed. How would he when He had made the order in the first place.

“I'll give you another chance to answer,” he said, giving me an icy look that showed my pain did not remotely affect him. His voice dropped an octave lower, making my insides twist. “Get back in position. On your knees.”

My lips quivered as I struggle to put myself back in position. I tried to fight the tears back but my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. I never cried in front of other people, but then, no one had ever treated me this way.

“I'll ask again. Why are you here?”

“I was telling you the truth, I swear," I cried desperately.

The whip hit me again, and I screamed in pain. This time it was way more painful than before. I start bawling my eyes out, but none of the men, not even the druid look bothered. What did this man want from me?

“One more chance, peasant,” he snarled with venom, gripping his staff tightly.

“I ran away from home,” I continued in a low voice from the floor, too weak to move. I didn't know what to say anymore. I knew the whip will come regardless.

He glanced up at the guard and I heard him ready the whip to hit me again. ‘What an egoistic bastard’, I said to myself, preparing myself for the sting of the whip.

Egoistic bastard. He was eager to tell me his rank and the length of his power. Then it hit me.

“I ran away from home, your majesty,” I muttered under my breath, making sure to lower my head in reverence.

I waited for many seconds with my eyes closed, but the whip did not come. However, I was too afraid to lift up my head. I didn't know if it was a trap and he was only waiting for me to look up before he could unleash his terror.

A strong metal-like object landed under my jaw and with it, Damon raised my jaw. He smirked down at me, holding his staff which he used to make me face him.

“You learn slowly, but you learn,” he said, using his staff to move my head up and down and I gulped. “You have a lot of will here. I'm going to make sure I bend you until you have no will left, before I kill you.”