Chapter 1: Unfortunate Fate

Prologue

Amarantha's POV

"Claim me..." I whispered breathlessly.

"As you wish, human..." He started to deepen the kiss. My resolve had been shaken unbeknownst to his majesty. The heat I am feeling was too overwhelming that with his every touch, I moan. I lose control.

"Take me now..." I moaned again. "Take whatever's left of me. Love me, my cursed Alpha..."

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Chapter 1

Amarantha's POV

"What do you want from me?!" I shouted at the rogue, trying to protect my body.

"We need to exercise our rights, slave. When we see humans, we either kill them or toy with them..." he said, grinning. Then, the others chorused laughter with him. Rogues were like this to all humans and now, I became one of their victims.

This rogue gave me the deepest wound that will forever be with me.

He gave me a scar on my right upper arm. It was a deep gash. My blood streamed down slowly, taking my life away.

"No!" I shouted in pain.

Lastly, the leader of the rogues came smirking down at me. "What a piece of whining whore! That is your mark for being a slave all of your life, human..." he said. "Heh. That wound suits you well! Good riddance, whore!" he said then walked away.

As three rogues left me for dead, I was thankful enough for a second. With my chapped lips and ivory-pale skin, I tried to find a piece of cloth to cover my wound.

I looked around and found one on top of a wrecked table. After I cleaned my wound, I covered it using a cloth. I was still dizzy with a lot of blood loss.

As my life unfolded before my eyes, snowflakes rained down on me. Then, I came to ask myself. When was the last time it had snowed in England after I crossed the border?

Ah, 7 snowy weather, I bet. That is how long I am journeying all by myself. And now, the chance of surviving longer was about to be cut off from me. I was dying but I couldn't let death greet me just yet. Not yet.

I needed to get going before others would know that a human stayed here.

My name is Amarantha Randall, a human trying to escape from the war of this world. I am a slim, short, and red-haired Caucasian woman.

My life was pretty boring. Since the war began, I had lived my life as an orphan. I didn't even know if my parents were still alive. All I know is that the war made me miserable.

I wanted to dream that someday, humans could live peacefully on earth without any creatures hindering us from living freely. My dream was to build my own home, go to school, and then find a decent job to sustain myself and my family.

Surviving is what mattered to me. I couldn't afford to break down and cry. The last time I cried was when I was 11 years old. It was when I was separated from my parents at the peak of the war. Since then, I survived all by myself.

Year after year, I tried to avoid werewolves for fear that I'd be held captive by the most fearsome creature today.

The Alpha King.

He is called by many as Alpha of Wrath. No one knew his name or his face but many feared him the most because of the rumors, especially his ruthlessness.

The rumors started 2 years ago. Many women were worried about their lives. They were afraid of becoming slaves to the Alpha King. Some told me that he was ordering his guards to track human girls to slave them or force them to become his mate. That alone made me shudder.

Humans in this era had built great rage toward his reign. This Alpha was revered as the most powerful creature on earth with a reputation for being a bloodthirsty monger. No human or other creature could defeat him. According to the folks I met, he has this temper that might blow up the whole country. He is feared and respected by werewolves in his wings that he ordered to take over our lands.

Ever since they took my homeland, Scottland, all I did was survive. That was also the reason why I would not be in the same place after acquiring food, water, and a temporary shelter. I always escape and leave without a trace. I didn't want anyone to catch me. I'd rather die than be one of the slaves to the Alpha King.

But my question is, how would a werewolf like him be interested in humans? He is a king. He should be married to his kind. Why would he find human girls to mate with instead?

I couldn't help but scoff at the thought of it. "Pretty funny that he cares so much about having mates. Some of them are very fanatic about having mates given to them by their so-called Moon Goddess. What kind of tradition is that? Is getting mates the most important for werewolves?" I shook my head while talking to myself.

When I was about to leave, I heard a static radio signal from somewhere. Murmurs of voices. I decided to get up and find that sound. Then, I heard something. The radio.

"Hello, fellow humans. This is Emerett Evermore, a human race representative of a group. We are announcing this to ask other remaining survivors around Europe to come to us at Nottingham. We are now forming an alliance group against werewolves. The formation is called Human Alliance Group," the man announced through the radio.

Nottingham? It is based 25 miles away from my current area, Sheffield. If I do my best to walk to the said place, I'd meet more humans and take shelter with them. It must be the safest place for me. I need to get there so that I wouldn't bother to run away from the werewolves anymore.

The formation sounded so tempting to me though. Journeying alone seemed too short-lived and depressing. It would be so nice to have others like me around. A pint of hope blossomed inside my heart. It calmed me for listening to the radio announcement. At least, there were still humans out there trying to survive, like me.

I nodded to myself. I wanted to go there no matter what. I need to find my parents. Maybe they're still alive somewhere in Nottingham. And with the help of that group, I will no longer have to stay in many places just to survive.

I need to get to Nottingham and meet with my fellow humans. I need to get there and take refuge.

I forced myself to move. I started walking and found a pile of snow. I rushed toward it and munched on it like a kid, letting the granules of ice melt inside my mouth. It was refreshing and numbing my tongue. Good enough to quench my thirst than letting myself die.

After that, I continued to walk. I was in the middle of climbing up to a rock formation that hindered me from coming to the other side of the path. The early night skies started to pour shivering raindrops in Sheffield. The dusty and muddy long sleeve dress I wore was the only thing that protected me from the upcoming weather. Despite the cold trickles of the rain, I managed to make my movements faster. I'm afraid that if I didn't make it quick, the rocks I'm holding on to might not be so friendly when they get moist.

I managed to cross the formation. I dusted off my dress and hands. I was about to walk further when I felt a growling sound from somewhere. A faint thud on the ground came. I quickly hid behind the rocks. Suddenly I heard cries and screams.

"Help! Help!" a woman suddenly cried from a distance.

"Silence!"

"Don't kill us, please! We beg of you!"

"Where are you taking us? Why are you seizing us? What did we do wrong!"

I heard that commotion from somewhere not until I saw a group of girls being dragged by men on the snowy path in the clearing. I could sense those men's identities.

I abruptly held my breath and covered my mouth using my trembling hands as I realized who they were.

Werewolves!

Be it in human or wolf form, I already knew the differences between werewolves and humans.

Their cat-like eyes. Most of the werewolves I had seen had spiky quartz pupils that shone under the moonlight. And now that I could see them not far from where I hid, I couldn't help but shiver both in amazement and fear.

What were they doing? Why were they capturing those girls? Was this the one that the other humans told me back at Hull?

So, the rumors were true?

A brief gasp escaped my lips, eyes widened as I saw the huge creature in front of me.

My heart rate was fast. It banged my ribcage. My cerulean eyes grew wider. But I didn't say anything. I just slowly flinched. Hoping that the werewolf in front of me would let me live, but I doubted that for the remaining seconds of my life.

To my surprise, two new wolves appeared behind me, cornering me in my place.

The other wolf transformed into its human form and approached me. I gasped loudly when the man ripped off the sleeves of my dress leaving my arms bare and vulnerable to the cold weather.

I started to tremble but never left the man's sight. I observed him as he looked at my wound that I wrapped around a piece of cloth.

The man ripped it as well. I shouted as I felt the stinging and throbbing pain from my fresh wound. The man widened his eyes. "I found one, my Beta!" he said to the other wolf who had transformed into its human form.

There, I saw a beautiful man with mesmerizing green eyes. He is the one that was called "My Beta".

That was a moment I happened to be too engrossed when I see a werewolf in front of me. Either I end up frozen for staring in awe or being eaten by my fear. The only thing that removed me from my trance was the Beta's voice.

His aura was like how the Alpha King was described. He must be the Alpha King's right hand. I could sense their connection somehow.

"W-who are you?" I asked trying to push away my fear. "Just let me go! I have to find my mother."

The Beta smirked at me. "Drag her to the castle..."