~The Sex Slave~

ODETTE

I scoured the entire room, turning everything upside down as I searched for my potential escape route, but nothing. There was nothing that could free me from these four walls. Fuck the wealth and luxury; I was in a fucking prison cell.

If only Echo were here with me, she would've thought of something by now.

I wondered if I'd ever get her back. I'd been with her so long that I forgot what living without her was like. I needed her. I'd get her back.

"What would Echo do? What would Echo do?" I asked myself repeatedly as I paced around the room, itching my fingers out of nervous habit.

I stopped, my eyes widening in hope, when something came to mind. I might have lost contact with my wolf and my abilities, and was only a mere human now, but that didn’t mean I couldn't cast charms anymore.

Wishing I had paid more attention to Alma's teachings, I tried to remember a teleportation charm that she had once taught me—it was like that woman knew I'd need all these spells someday.

For the past three centuries, since the use of charms magically appeared, only wolves of royal bloodlines and those older than sixty have been able to fully master it. All everyone else could do was child's play. It had always been that way; no one knew why.

And now that I thought about it, charms showed up shortly after the battle of the demon god—a drastic war that had once befallen the territories.

That fucking war had made my history lessons a pain, but it was easy to understand that those times were terrible for everyone.

History wasn't my problem now, though; my present was. I was going to use those cursed charms to get myself the fuck out of there. Rubbing my palms against each other, I repeated the words I thought were right as I prayed for something I said to eventually work.

“Please don’t abandon me, goddess,” I begged as I repeated the charm one more time, causing the back of my neck to suddenly heat up.

Opening my eyes, I tried to check what was happening but was distracted by the beautiful breeze making my dress flow and the soft grass beneath my feet.

I couldn't believe it! I had made it out! Damn, I didn't think I'd miss the feeling of the outdoors so much.

The Odette of three days ago would've called for a celebration with family and friends, as I was really terrible at doing charms, but getting outside was only the first step towards my goal, and unfortunately, all my family and friends were dead.

Surveying my vicinity, I sought the fastest way out of here, and all that surrounded me was forest—thankfully.

And if Liev's packhouse was truly like any other packhouse, the pack would be to the west, and the east would be my escape route.

Turning to face the east, I took a deep breath as I unhesitatingly charged into it.

I could already feel the freedom at the tip of my toes and fingers, could already feel the wind carrying me away when an obstacle popped up in front of me, appearing out of nowhere and stopping me from taking another step.

Startled, I looked up to see my obstacle, and was both horrified and disappointed. Disappointed that my hindrance was not someone I could beat, even if I still had Echo.

The rumors about the Alphas of the Fury packs never being far from each other were true. Seeing Liev meant that Devyn and Axel were close by.

The territories called the triad, the Alphas of Doom, because every unlucky wolf who had ever gotten involved with them would either wound up dead or become their victims. There wasn't a single wolf who didn’t know that.

And the Alpha standing in front of me right now was Axel. Axel Anders. He had a breathtaking beauty that could easily rival Liev's, no doubt. In a millisecond, he ate up the distance between us and wrapped his hand around my waist, trapping me in his forced embrace.

Stunned by the unexpected closeness to the god of an Alpha, I let out a whimper as my eyes brightened. His short, spiky sandy brown hair smelled like heaven, and his fiery sea green eyes burned like hell. Everything about him could put up a massive competition with Liev. I wasn't sure who would win.

His abs, his body, his height... Why did devils always have to be so beautiful?

Axel smiled from end to end, placing his eyes on my lips. “You must be the game Liev's been hiding. I was just on my way to meet you.”

I groaned as I tried to push the Alpha away, all to no avail. Axel Anders was too big and strong for me. “Let go of me!”

“Oh, you’re a feisty one.” The unending smile on his face drove me nuts. I wanted to tear it right off. The goddess did not have to do this to me! She should've just kept me in that fucking prison if I was going to end up being caught by a psychopathic maniac!

He breathed in my scent, humming so delightfully. It almost made me melt in his hold.

"I knew I smelled strawberry and vanilla," he whispered. "Fucking perfect."

Strawberry and vanilla? What was I, cake?

"Get your filthy hands off me!"

“Stay still, and I’ll be fucking gentle with you!” Axel warned as I continued struggling in his arms.

When I refused to give up and give in, he slapped me across the face, making my body roll onto the floor. Coughing out dirt, I squeezed the grass in rage as I glared at him, my anger knowing no boundaries.

His fangs drew out on seeing my glare, and I hated that he looked like he enjoyed the dirty look on my face. He wasn't getting turned on now, was he?! “You know what…" No, I definitely don't want to know. "... I changed my fucking mind.”

Fear swamped me. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I knew it was bad news.

Fisting my hair in his hand, Axel dragged me across the grounds of Liev’s packhouse, hauling me into it whether I liked it or not.

I screamed, fighting as I tried to free myself, but nothing worked. I couldn’t escape, no matter how hard I tried.

Servants, wolves, and sigmas of the packhouse stared at me in awe, like a spectacle of entertainment, as he dragged me all the way to the Regal Hall. But I could care less what they thought.

If I had my claws, I would've sacrificed my hair to get away because escaping was my top priority. From dirt and grass to tiles and rugs, the doors of the Regal Hall finally opened as Axel Anders heaved me in, throwing me to the feet of Liev’s throne like I was trash.

I raised my head to see the almighty Alpha sitting on his throne, his Gamma standing next to him. My hair was a horrid mess; my once milky-white dress had been blemished by soil and dirt; and my skin had new injuries to add to the old ones.

Liev’s fists clenched as he set his eyes on me. According to the rumors, I always thought that Liev would be a cold, unemotional bastard. I mean, he was, but I didn't think I would see him so angry so soon.

Axel dusted his hands, standing right behind me as he licked his lips and said the most disgusting words I had ever heard anyone say in my entire life.

I could have puked right there and then.

“I’m taking this bitch away as my sex slave. Nothing you say or do will change my fucking mind.”

Now, I understood why they called Alpha Axel of the Silver Fury Pack the craziest of the Alphas of Doom. He was a freaking psychopath!