Chapter 6

 Xenra

 

 

 

"You want to kill yourself with that bag of nonsense?" Asher's low growl shattered the momentary silence that had accompanied the thick darkness surrounding us.

 

 

 

Huh! Did he just call me a bag of nonsense? I was still trying to process Asher's words when I felt the arms of my saviour give way.

 

 

 

My eyes bulged, and before I could get myself to say no or tug onto his arms, my body met the ground with a loud thud, sending dust flying in the air like a heavy bag would. 

 

 

 

My eyes screwed shut, and I coughed, choking from the smell of dust that flew into my mouth and nostrils from that collision.

 

 

 

A loud throaty chuckle covered my coughing sound; they all seemed entertained. The sound of which made my blood boil.

 

 

 

'This is the height of it; I can't take it anymore. How dare they do this to me, a vampire queen?!' My fists balled, and my eyes flew open as I tried to spring myself up like I had always done, but I could only move my clenched fists and tight muscles.

 

 

 

'Damn! Curse this sack of bones!' I cursed within me. But my gesture only made the men burst out laughing again. They saw my struggle and shook their heads in amusement.

 

 

 

My gaze adjusted to the moon, which was now shining brightly upon us, and it seemed to be smiling too. I needed no one to tell me the moon goddess was having fun as well.

 

 

 

"What tough skin," the one standing beside Asher said. I turned instantly, following the voice to Asher's face instead, and my lips twitched with a simmering anger.

 

 

 

He stood tall with an expressionless face, but the condescension in his eyes was undeniable. Even in that darkness, I could still see his indifferent face.

 

 

 

'How did we reverse our roles?' I pondered, and as I stared at him, I wished I could just slap him in the face.

 

 

 

'You were a lowly slave while I was a vampire queen; just because I'm looking this way, you dare treat me like this? Calling me a bag of nonsense?' My lips curled upwards as I said those ways.

 

 

 

But no, he couldn't hear me. I couldn't get myself to say those words to him in person. I could only glare at him and curse him all I wanted.

 

 

 

Right there, I began to wish I could subject him to me like I had always done. I was still wishing within me when Asher's words broke into my thoughts.

 

 

 

"Tie her with the others," Asher's cold voice rang with command, and as soon as the words left his lips, I felt two hands on my arms, and his words struck me.

 

 

 

"No! What?" Before I could turn towards them, I felt myself being dragged by them both. When I thought I had seen it all!

 

 

 

"How dare you treat me like this?" I found myself yelling at the height of their insults as I struggled to break myself free from their grasp. But my words had only made them chuckle instead.

 

 

 

At least I could walk; they could've allowed me to walk instead of dragging me around like some piece of rag.

 

 

 

They dragged me to two other ladies who were bound hands and legs, and one of them tied my hands together, adding much effort to it that made me wince in pain. I knew it was deliberate, as if he was asking me to shut up.

 

 

 

As if that wasn't enough, they held my legs and tied them together, but to my dismay, they loosened the rope around the other girls legs.

 

 

 

"What about me?" I asked them, surprised at their disparity.

 

 

 

"That is to keep your bags from falling off." One of them said, pointing at my tied legs, his voice dripping with mockery, causing those who had heard him to chuckle.

 

 

 

"Don't worry, when you start working in our pack, you'd become so lean and would be treated like the other." The other one chimed in, causing every one of them to burst out laughing, except Asher, who seemed to be allergic to laughter.

 

 

 

"Move it!" He ordered and walked towards the horse. He climbed onto it, and just then my eyes trailed the source of our ropes to the... "Wait! A horse?" My inner voice rang with disbelief.

 

 

 

My eyes flew open, and just then Asher kicked his horse. No! I was about to scream when the horse started moving, pulling us along with it.

 

 

 

I, Xenra, a vampire queen, was being pulled by a horse, much to the amusement of everyone. Worse, my legs were tied together, leaving me with no support at all. While the other girls could struggle to walk, I was helplessly rolling on the rough soil, totally at the mercies of the horse's discretion, even though the horse wasn't running.

 

 

 

"Never in my many decades of existence have I been so embarrassed and humiliated." I began to say when a handful of sand flew into my mouth.

 

 

 

All those who saw what happened couldn't help being amused.

 

 

 

After a few minutes, we got to the Bloodfang pack, and the men untied us. No doubt, I sustained scratches and injuries on my skin, but what hurt the most was my pride that had been rubbed in the mud.

 

 

 

"Come here, fatty," one of them said, helping me up, after he had cut the rope that held me bound.

 

 

 

As soon as the words left his lips, I shot him an angry glare, ignoring his stretched-out hands completely. But the determination within me to get up myself was way lower than my expectations, and I fell back on my butt when I tried to stand up myself.

 

 

 

They chuckled again, but I was already getting used to it, so I didn't allow it to get to me this time around.

 

 

 

After a while, I struggled to get myself up, and my eyes began to travel. Right there I realized the pack was no longer how I had remembered it. It looked different from what it used to, and I couldn't help but nod my head in admiration for Asher; he had completely changed the pack from the way it was, ever since he became the Alpha.