Friends of the past Two
... "I want you to call me Diana, Anna not mistress or madam or whatsoever. You are not my slave, I know a lot has happened but we are still friends are we not?" There was a quiver in her words like she was the one that was dealing with a broken heart and a broken life. "I can't mistress" I declared, I truly couldn't, it was not about my pride or anything else, rather I was embarrassed at the situation, I cannot simply act like three years had not breeze past us and I had not been locked up for three years in the same pack she lived in. "We are not friends, not anymore, so I cannot call you by your name Madam " I added though each words felt like a dagger to my chest Diana immediately grabbed my hands, enclosing them in hers. But almost as soon as it happened, I pulled my hands away from her and took a few steps back, creating distance between us. I bowed my head down once again. "What happened to you?" She asked and my head immediately snapped back up, I chuckled sarcastically for a second before staring back at her, was she really asking me that?. Rage had already built up in my chest, and it felt like my blood was boiling. I hadn't felt that much anger in three years. Instead, I had only felt despair. "I don't think that should be a question, Diana. You have lived in this pack since the day you were born, and you still do. I'm sure the sad tale of Louisiana is not one that hasn't been heard by every pack member here and possibly beyond." "Louisiana!" Diana cried. "Your tears are a little late. Your precious tears should not be wasted on the daughter of a madman" I said out of spite. "I wanted to help you, Anna. Believe me, I wanted to. But father sent me away a month after your punishment. He promised to free you after three months, and I agreed to leave. I have just returned, and when I saw you in the dining hall, my heart broke. I soon realized that you had been in captivity for three years," she cried, and my heart shattered at her confession. For three long years, I had firmly believed that she had forgotten me, that she had callously abandoned me to my cruel fate. "I have missed you," I managed to utter, tears streaming down my cheeks as my friend enveloped me in her embrace. "I am so sorry for what you had to endure all that Anna. It hurts to think that I was not here to help you, you back you up," she cried, holding me even tighter. I inhaled her floral scent, finding solace in its serenity—a peace I had desperately longed for. "I am grateful to you for rescuing me now." "I have done what little I can. I cannot comprehend Father's actions. There is no justification for you still enduring punishment for a crime you did not commit. If I had not returned now, your suffering would have persisted," she said, releasing me from her embrace. I refused to let the coldness that followed her departure affect me; instead, I forced a smile. She took hold of my hand and led me to the bed. "I will do everything in my power to help you and, one day, set you free. Perhaps I have the mate dance to thank for this opportunity." "The mate dance?" I asked, puzzled. "Yes. It is the reason I had to return. I have yet to find a mate, and this year, the mate dance will be held in our pack," she replied. "Oh," I responded softly. The mate dance was once something Diana and I eagerly anticipated, a chance to find our destined partners if we hadn't by the age of eighteen. But now, I no longer cared for such prospects. I secretly hoped I wouldn't find a mate; my name was already tarnished, and no man would desire me due to my tragic past. I felt irreparably damaged, incapable of facing the humiliation of rejection. If the Moon Goddess chose to grant me a mate, I would be the first to reject him. "Many werewolves from various packs will be attending. It will be a grand event, and surely, we shall find our mates," Diana exclaimed with excitement. "We," I almost choked on the word, offering Diana a sad smile. "You're not excited?" Diana asked, puzzled. I responded with a knowing look, and she sighed. "Oh," she said, understanding my unspoken pain. "I am genuinely happy for you, though," I smiled at her. Truly, I was ecstatic on her behalf. If I couldn't live out my dreams, she should be able to. "Surely, my father cannot deny you the opportunity to mate. This is absurd. The issue does not lie with him. I see no reason for this madness to persist. I will speak to him immediately," she declared, about to rush towards the door. I quickly grabbed her hand, halting her in her tracks. "There's no need, Diana. Even if you were to convince him, I doubt anyone would want to mate with me given my history. This is my destiny, and it's okay. I accepted my fate long ago. I am simply grateful that I can speak to you like this again," I reasoned. Diana hesitated, then settled back down on the bed. "This isn't fair. It's meant to be fun—a gathering where people come together, dancing, music, and freedom." Freedom, the word resounded in my mind. The mate dance could indeed be my chance for liberation from this pack and from this life. With so many wolves present, engrossed in the festivities, no one would likely pay attention to a mere slave bus and wellbeing. Perhaps this was a sign from the Moon Goddess, maybe this little freedom is what I need.The mate dance part One ... I never imagined that in this lifetime I would witness the RedSand pack buzzing with such activity. The preparation for the Mate Dance was treated as if the president of the country or the Alpha King himself was gracing our presence. Alpha Samuel spared no expense to ensure that the Mate Dance Ceremony would go flawlessly. Pack workers scurried around in a frenzy, creating a chaotic scene. Fortunately, as Diana's appointed personal servant, I was spared the burden of working on the preparations for the grand event. Instead, I utilized whatever free time I had from attending to Diana's needs to plan my escape from this place. Although Diana rarely assigned me tasks, I had to create them for myself to avoid arousing suspicion among the pack members. Diana was kind, but the rest of the pack was not, and I refused to let her generosity lead me to greater harm in the future—assuming I didn't succeed in escaping on the night of the event. I struggled hard t
The Mate dance part two...I smiled weakly as Diana's words touched me, like a mother comforting her child. Diana was truly motherly, and she would eventually be a good mother to her pups. It's funny how we were both the same age, but she seemed to have advanced psychologically over these three years. "Thank you," I said, tears glistening in my eyes, but I held them back. I would not cry anymore for my predicament. My freedom was here, and I would take it. "No need to thank me. You deserve more than I can offer, Anna," Diana cooed, her eyes shone with sincerity. **** Maybe choosing to shop with Diana was a wrong idea. I had imagined that tailing Diana around the pack would be tiring, but I stand to be corrected. Shopping with Diana was proving to be even more challenging. But as challenging as it was, it brought delight to my soul as I watched Diana giggle over every dress that caught her eye. "You have to try this one," that was the nth time Diana had said to me as she pushed
A glitch in my story . . . The moment was finally here. I was extremely tense, but I was still doing a good job of hiding it from Diana, who still had not suspected a thing, even till now. I silently praised my perseverance. Diana was busy gushing about how perfect everything in the field where the mate dance was to be held looked, and truthfully, it was breathtaking. It looked like a wedding in the forest, except it was not a wedding but still a celebration of love when mates find each other. A part of me wished I could fully be part of the mating ceremony. I could put on that blue dress in complete happiness as I awaited my other half. Instead I feigned happiness while I was seated patiently, all dressed up in the beautiful blue dress, while Diana painted my face to what she called perfection. I was yet to see her final work on my face "Perfect!" Diana exclaimed as she finally stepped away, allowing me to look at myself in the mirror beside me. "So, what do you think?" she a
A glitch in my story part two ... "Oh my goodness! Is that you, Louisiana?" Luna Tamara almost screamed. I was confused. Was she just noticing my presence? She made sure to ignore me when I served them in the dining halls. "Good evening, Luna Tamara," I calmly bowed. "Wow, I haven't seen you in ages. You have made yourself scarce around the pack after your father's death," she said, and I stared at her blankly, even more confused. Have I made myself scarce? Or has the pack made sure that I am always scarce by imprisoning me? I wanted to scream at her, but I couldn't. "I was ashamed of my father's sin," I replied, biting my lips so hard that they almost bled. "Your father's sins are not yours to bear," she replied, and I grew even more confused. Was she not aware of what I have been going through in the pack? "Enough of your pain, my dear. You should be happy now," she added, and my heart broke. "Enough, Tamara. Let the girl be," the Alpha finally stepped in, cutting short the
Alpha Kaden's Torture part one . . . I feel myself falling, the world spinning before my eyes, and then I feel nothing. I succumb to the darkness, embracing it like a mother embraces her child, until I feel nothing. My head feels heavy as I try to open my eyes. The light from the light bulb shines brightly into my eyes, causing a sharp pain in the front of my head. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light, and when they do, it almost feels like they're going to pop out of their sockets. How did I end up back here? Why am I lying on my bed in Diana's house? Who brought me here? I calm myself down and try to piece everything together. My brain isn't working as fast as I would like, but I patiently wait for the pieces to form. I remember being by the river, where I had decided to take a rest for a few minutes before continuing my run. It was a big mistake on my part, one that I now realize. If I hadn't stopped, I might not have been caught by Alpha Kaden. Alpha K
Alpha Kaden’s torture part two... "No!" I weakly cry out. By this time, my pants are already off. He roughly penetrates me with his fingers, causing me immense pain as he moves rapidly and violently. "Sean was right, you are tight, so beautiful," he says as he adds more fingers, while I scream. My screams must have become loud enough that he covers my mouth with his hand. He removes his hands from inside me and proceeds to remove his trousers, still holding me down so I can't escape. I see his genitals, and my eyes widen. I don't want this. I want death, but not this kind of pain before I die. I wanted to leave this world with my dignity intact, the only thing I've been able to keep all these years. "Please, Williams," I beg as tears stream down my face. Just as I feel his genitals at the entrance, the door suddenly opens, falling to the ground, and an angry, half-transformed wolf emerges, throwing William away from me. "How dare you?" Alpha Kaden growls, shaking violently. "Sh
A beginning I had not hoped for . . . The ride felt incredibly slow and lengthy, and I wondered how far the Blood-sun pack actually was. The Blood-sun pack was the pack of the north, respected and feared for their numbers and strength. I had never been to any other pack apart from my home pack since the day I was born, and I never imagined I would. Even though there was a possibility of my mate belonging to another pack, I had always imagined I would be mated to a pack warrior if it had not been for William being my mate. I had hoped my pack warrior mate would choose to stay with me. Selfish, I know, but I was young and did not want to imagine a life away from my pack and my loved ones. Well... how life has changed. In fact, I was living without my pack. The loved ones I had once feared to depart from were the first to depart from me. I was slowly taking another step in the journey of my life. It was a new beginning, though not the beginning I had hoped for. I had to see it thro
The Change . . . James led me to a room in the pack house, and when we entered, he kindly took the time to explain everything I needed to know about my stay there. He excused himself gently, but I couldn't help but notice the look of pity on his face as he closed the bedroom door. The sound of the door closing was the final blow, and the tears I had been holding back for so long finally descended. I collapsed on the floor of the room, hugging myself as I cried, not caring if anyone heard me as they passed by my door. Sleep eluded me, no matter how many times I tried to force myself into it. The bed was comfortable, even soft. The room itself was simple and welcoming. None of these factors were the cause of my sleeplessness. I was restless and anxious. My wolf was stirring inside of me, eager to come out, but I was afraid. I feared the pain that would accompany the transformation. It would be like the first time all over again. How was I going to deal with this? My father had b