FATED TO UNWANTED MATE

Berrilyl's POV The man’s expression darkened. "Feel free to punish her as you see fit," the masked man muttered, walking away.The burly man stepped closer, towering over me. "From now on, you’ll call me Master Cain. Disobey, and you’ll regret it."“Or what?” I challenged, defiance surging through my exhaustion.The slap was brutal, sending me sprawling to the ground. Before I could recover, Cain ordered whips to be brought, and the lashes came fast and cruel. The pain was unbearable, tearing screams from my throat.“Are you ready to comply?” he demanded.“No,” I sobbed. “I won’t do it.”“Double the whips,” he growled. The beating resumed with relentless ferocity until a voice cut through the air. “You will either comply or die!” “Then kill me! I don't care!” I yelled.“That’s enough.”The guards froze. I looked up through my tears to see a man clad in royal blue, his face concealed by a mask. The Alpha.“What’s going on here?” he asked coldly.“She refuses to join the slaves, Alpha

Berrilyl's POV The raw pain in his eyes told me that it was a memory he'd rather keep buried. But if he was going to punish me, I deserved to know, right?“Cage, I don't what happened to you or why you have those paintings of me –if it is me, that is, but you're going to have to open up at some point. Otherwise, all this is pointless,” I told him.“Fine!” The iciness in his tone startled me. “You came into my pack, pretending to be a wolfless human with no memories. We found you lying at the pack borders and I took you in…”“I hate to interrupt you but now, I am more than certain that wasn't me. First, I am not wolfless and I've certainly been in any form of distress my brother cannot take care of. I have lived in the palace all my life,” I cut him short. “You ask questions, and then argue with the answers,” he hissed, irritated.“Because you seem to have all the wrong answers! Whatever happened to you, I had no hand in it. If this is your revenge, then it is a waste!” I retorted.“

Berrilyl's POV"W... w... what do you want... from me?" I stuttered but kept a straight face, I was dying of fear inside."Oh, my darling hypocrite why don't you guess?" He said grinning. I started to think of something that he would want me to do. Perhaps dancing or does he want me to strip like Cain did? Was that going to be my new life– dancing and stripping? The thought sent chills through my bones but I soon dismissed the thought when I remembered what Liah said about him not being with any woman but still he did ask me to dance yesterday."What are you thinking about hypocrite?" He teased "Can't come up with something yet. Is your brain capacity so small that you can't even guess a thing?" He chuckled irritatingly. He stepped closer and I wanted to move back but it felt like my body was attached to the floor with fear.He stood tall looking down at me like he was going to crush me with his feet. I felt uneasy. He had been insulting me and now only goddess knows what he was going

Berrilyl's POVHis eyes gleamed with malice as he watched me dance, my anger fueling every step. "Twist that waist of yours better. Hypocrite," he said, but I didn't obey him. He gave me a death stare, and My legs trembled beneath me, but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to give him the satisfactory "I see, you're still as strong-willed as before, but that won't be good for you if you want to live in less torture" he said.I started twisting and turning in all ways I could when he talked, I knew he would not only torture me but also my dead husband, who didn't do anything to him."Good girl", he said, laughing, and then he closed his eyes, and it seemed like he was focusing on the mu, sic, and then little by little, the cunning look on his face was replaced with an angered one. I continued dancing nonstop even though I thought of stopping since he closed his eyes."Get out!" He shouted, and I looked around to be certain I was the one he was talking to. It didn't seem like he wa

Berrilyl's POVAfter my wounds fully healed, I resumed my duties, desperately hoping for a reprieve. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we were served a meagre ration of stale food and water.The food we were given was so little compared to the backbreaking labour we endured, but at least there was enough water to quench our thirst. I opted to forgo the stale food, giving my portion to Liah instead since I didn't like it one bit and the fact that I couldn't eat even if I wanted to since my output was very little.My stomach growled in protest as the sight of the unappetizing food passing me by was almost too much to bear.The thought of succumbing to hunger and losing my dignity was revolting. Liah's words echoed in my mind: soon, I'd be so ravenous that I'd disregard the taste and quality of food, just to fill my stomach. The prospect terrified me, and I knew I had to escape this nightmare before it was too late. The thought of becoming a mindless, fearful minion, blindly following