CHAPTER 5

Light seeped in through the small window of the cell, its rays falling upon my face and providing a little bit of warmth that did nothing to thaw my frozen heart.

I gathered my dress around me, trying to cover myself up even more with the tattered and torn fabric.

Stretching my arms out in front of me to shield my face from the light, my thoughts began to wander.

"Why can't I feel you?" I exhaled loudly, It had been days since my first turning but I still had not felt a connection to my wolf.

According to what I had been schooled on, we were one entity but currently, I was as lonely as a fish on land and I hated the unease that accompanied it.

"Hey, get up!" A voice barked suddenly and I turned my head slightly to the side.

It was the guard manning the dungeons, the one who loathed my presence and never ceased to remind me of that.

"Are you deaf? Stop lying there like a pile of bones and get the hell up."

Slowly, I sat upright and squinted my eye to glance at him.

The first few days of him barking orders at me had been met with defiance but I knew better now.

The scars and bruises on my body were physical evidence of my broken will.

He walked forward and opened the door, throwing it open with a loud bang, "Come on out!"

"Where are we going?" My voice came out croaky and hoarse with a tinge bit of fear and nervousness.

The guard scowled at me then with quick strides grabbed my upper arm and began to pull me forward, his nails digging harshly into my skin.

My face scrunched up but I pressed my lips together tightly and just let him drag me along.

It didn't matter where we were headed, I was sure nothing good would come out of it.

The dungeons had an entrance that led right into the Alpha's home, I knew because I had come here several times with my Father and right now, we were making our way towards the pantry that led right into the kitchen.

"What took you so long?" A female voice questioned impatiently, a displeased frown on her face.

Maltida, the head Matron. She was in charge of the Alpha's meal and his home upkeep.

The deference she used to show to me was non-existent as she rudely tossed a garment to me, her nose wrinkled in disgust.

"The bitch would not walk fast, I had to drag her all the way here."

I knew he was referring to me but I paid him no heed and simply scanned the cloth I was holding.

It looked like something one who was waiting on another would wear and was just slightly better than the ragged one I had on.

"Stop dawdling and go put that on," Maltida shot me a look while I was still lost in confusion.

"What do you mean? Why am I even here?"

"Shut the hell up and just do as I say!"

"This bitch is a feisty one, took a lot to break her but she still needs to be worked on." The guard said crudely, flashing a smirk at Maltida

"They all behave the same at first and only yield at the sign of force."

Maltida's words weren't just said for the guard to hear but as a warning to me too.

I took the hint and then crossed over to a large shelf by the side, shielding myself behind it as I began to take off my dress to replace it with the one I was given.

A single glance behind my back showed me that the guard was still waiting, watching my bare shoulder that was peeking out wantonly.

"Vanquish those thoughts, this one is special," Matilda whispered menacingly at him.

A shudder rocked my body at the thought that even worse things could have happened while I was in the dungeons.

The guards could act wildly and no one would make a peep because they would never even have a clue.

"If you are done, get out here!" She snapped her fingers hastily and I hurriedly pulled the zipper on the dress and stepped out.

One of the other maids, an Omaga subjected to the role of a worker stepped out from the kitchen, a tray in hand.

"Take this to the Den." The tray was shoved aggressively into my arm and I hastily took it, trying to keep the ceramics laid out on it from falling.

I was halfway down the halls when I realized I had no idea where I was meant to go.

What did a Den even mean?

The sound of celebratory music drifted over and I craned my head in that direction.

What I held was usually used to serve guests and the sound I could hear was an attestation to that fact so I simply began to walk over in that direction.

I soon realized that 'Den' was a word used for the large hall where Alpha Blake received guests.

"Who is this? Get out of my way!" A she-wolf dressed luxuriously snarled, pushing me over to the side and I almost tumbled over.

Heads began to turn in my direction, highlighting the fact that I looked out of place in such an extravagant environment.

"Everyone, it's a pleasure to announce that my Son, the heir to this Pack has found the one, his mate. Raise your glasses in honour of their union!" Alpha Blake's ever-familiar voice rang with a wide coverage.

My face paled at his words and sure enough, Shawn was seated at the table on a slightly raised podium, with Rhea right beside him.

Cheers rang out around me but I was still in place, unable to take a step further.

"What are you doing? Get that to the table!" Maltida suddenly whispered angrily behind me.

My legs moved of their own volition, each step leading me right to the presence of the people I desperately didn't want to see.

Shawn whispered something to Rhea who smiled brightly and then finally noticed me.

I came to an abrupt stop as our eyes met, staring back at the woman who had more or less stabbed a knife deep into my heart.