6

Natalia

The darkness was overwhelming. I tried clawing my way out of it but it only seemed to envelope me the more. 

I stretched out my hands trying to see if there was a wall or door I could use in getting my way out but everything seems to be a phantom. 

Since there was no way I could trace my way out, I decided it was better I move forward, a little bit at a time. 

I did so and took about twenty feet when I felt myself transitioning. My eyes flew open when this began to happen and I saw the darkness all around me.

The surroundings felt different from where I was coming from and as my eyes began to adjust to it, I saw the outline of a tent. 

"Do you think she would make it before we leave in the morning?" 

I heard a voice speaking outside as I became familiar with the tent where I was. It was the medical tent of the team that moved with Devil Claw Wolfpack. 

"She had better be or else she would have herself to blame when Beta Heimdall reports her to the Alpha as his reason for returning late." 

A second voice replied to her and I became intrigued at the mention of their Alpha. 

"I'm not sure she has ever experienced Alpha Draco's outburst talk more of his anger. 

Huh! I feel cold just mentioning his name." 

A third voice spoke. Reverently. 

"I also feel cold. I just hope he isn't near. May we not all become the recipients of the consequences of his anger. "

One of those who had spoken earlier spoke again but I was too immersed in my own thoughts to care about who had spoken. 

The way they had spoken about their Alpha showed that they feared him a lot. Not only when he was present. His absence was also feared. 

"I have since feared Alpha Draco since the day his wife died with child and he didn't shed a single tear. On that day also, he went about his Alpha duties like he didn't care."

"Since when did he care? He would never care. Even when Beta Heimdall volunteered to step in and help him, he would often decline his help."

" I remember running into him in the hallway that connected the kitchen to the pack dining room. He was heading into the dining room and I was taking silverware into the room. 

I had seen him going ahead and decided to take care in approaching. I began to tip toe after him so that he wouldn't notice my presence behind him but I was mistaken. 

He suddenly stopped walking and I, being too immersed in walking quietly and holding the silverware tightly so it wouldn't rattle and alert him to my presence, didn't notice that he had stopped walking. 

I kept moving forward with my eyes on the silverware stacked into the tray I was holding when I almost ran into him. A loud yelp escaped from my mouth and my eyes widened with horror. 

His hand was around my neck tightly. I was choking and the tray in my hands was about to tumble. 

'Who are you?' He had asked in that chilly voice of his and I remember shivering so much my teeth clattered against each other. 

I could only stammer that I was sent to the dining room from the kitchen. That was when he released my neck but his fingerprints never left my neck until about four days later. 

Since then, I remember to always pray to the moon goddess not to make me run into him whenever I have errands to run in the pack house and so far, the moon goddess has always heard my pleas.

I haven't stopped thinking about that day till date. He could have killed me that day without batting an eyelid abd I would be gone just like that. 

Poof! Like the wind ""

The girl narrating her story stopped talking and silence prevailed among them for close to five minutes. I guess they were all thinking about how how lucky she had been to escape death at the hands of the emotionless monster.

The more they spoke about their Alpha, the more I became gripped with fear at what was going to be my fate in the coming days. 

Would my fate lie in the hands of such a scary man? If he couldn't spare those of his pack for a single mistake, how was I expected to be forgiven for even the slightest offense?

The coming days were surely going to be tough but I was tougher. I wouldn't back down or accept defeat like that. It wasn't that complicated as long as I stayed within my bounds.

No matter how much I consoled myself with behaving well, I still couldn't shake off the thought of how someone would behave like that?

How could there be someone who couldn't feel any emotions even when his wife died? Together with the baby they had made together?

The Omegas bade themselves good night admonishing themselves to wake up early so they don't incur their Beta's wrath and land into trouble.

At the mention of their Beta, my brows furrowed as I remembered what had happened to me. I wondered what had happened to me after I pased out the previous night. 

Be I knew nothing about what had happened, the fact that I had shifted back into my human form andgad decent clothing around me abd was in the medical tent showed that I hadn't been abandoned to die. 

I heaved a sigh of relief and decided to sit up a little but realised I couldn't. Something seems to be holding my right leg down. I pulled and heard the clanking of chains. 

The initial gratitude I had felt to the pack for taking care of me disappeared and disgust took it's place. So much for trying to take care of me. 

I guessed when I was brought in to be carried for, it wasn't because of Beta Heimdall's good nature, it was because he didn't want to lose face before their Alpha should anything happen to me. 

That was why he didn't believe I had actually passed out. He had probably felt I was faking it and had ordered my leg to be chained to the bed in order to prevent me from escaping.