Chapter 8 I Am Chosen

“ What kind of girl does Cody like?” Betty raises her head as if she tries to look at the moon. “ Maybe a virgin.”

 

As I want to ask more, suddenly, I hear someone coming. I sign Betty to lie down as if we are sleeping. Then, a guard snarls at us and shakes us roughly. “ Get up!” I quickly get up to see that all girls are standing there. “ Cody will choose who he wants as his slave now,” Bruce says. All the sleepy girls in the room tense up at this news. I am the same. Although I still sometimes dream that if I treat the werewolves well, they will treat me well, I do not want to be Cody’s slave. Because 10 months is too short, I do not want to die so quickly. 

 

“ Line up.” All the girls seem obedient at that time. I am standing at the last, hoping that I am lucky enough to leave. Cody first comes to Betty. “ Leave.” Betty is stunned as if she does not understand what Cody is saying. Cody Frowns. Betty cries and quickly runs away. I hope I can meet her again and listen to her stories. 

 

Soon Cody comes to me. This is very strange since I am standing at the end. Cody nods at me and leaves. I am shocked. I did not expect that my fate would be changed just by a simple nod. 

 

I feel a tear slide down my face. I know it is too late to say anything. 

 

“When can I see my parents and say goodbye?” The guards do not answer me. I rush around and cry loudly, “ Mr. Stark, I want to see you. When can I see my parents?” The guards are surprised when they see me acting as if I am crazy. They hold me and push me to the ground. They are careful this time and do not hit me without orders, maybe because I am chosen as the future alpha is private slave.

 

Finally, Cody appears. He frowns and slaps me hard. “You should not shout here. You are only a slave.” I dare not say anything. I only cry silently and say, “ I can be your slave, but I need to say goodbye to my parents. This is our tradition, right? I am begging you. I know I am your slave, and I need to listen to your daughters for the rest of my life. But this time, please allow me to say goodbye to my parents. Others are allowed to do so too.” 

 

Cody frowns. “ No.” I am surprised. “ Why?” Cody narrows his eyes like an angry wolf. I am afraid, but I muster my courage and beg again, “ Please, I need to see my parents. I love them. I miss them...” Cody slaps me again. It is so hard that I fall onto the ground. My wounds are pressed hard to the ground. They hurt. I scream and cry loudly, but this time Cody does not slap me. He ignores me and throws a dress toward me. “ Wear this.”

 

I am angry, but I know I have no strength or power to fight against Cody. I comfort myself that at least I do not have to stay in my bra and underwear anymore. I have clothes now. I stand up and say in a soft voice. It is said that being soft and obedient can help me a lot when I want to survive in the werewolf world. "Please let me see my parents, master..." “No,” Cody yells in his scary alpha tone. The guards around me all bow subconsciously. 

 

“ Hit her.” Cody orders. I see Damien coming towards me. He is always willing to hit me. I can see from his greedy eyes that he wants to fuck me but he can not now, so he hits me to have fun instead.

 

“ No, please. I just want to say goodbye to my parents.” I scream. Cody looks at me as if he is disappointed. He says, “ I thought you have learned a lesson, but you have not. Then let me teach you something.” He takes over the whip and starts torturing me by himself. “ Why? I just want to see my parents. I love them. It is normal. Everybody can understand that. Why do not you agree? You are abnormal.” 

 

“Shut up, you pathetic human.” Cody snarls viciously before slapping me straight across the face. He smiles menacingly. His blue eyes darken in anger. He immediately grabs me by my hair and pulls me up, causing me to shriek in pain. He growls dangerously. He slaps me again and again before throwing me down onto the floor. When he holds me by the neck, I think that he may kill me. I think, “It seems that I can not even survive 10 months.” But before I faint, he stops strangling my throat.

 

I tremble in fear. I stop talking and begging. Cody looks at me and says nothing. My back starts bleeding, and bruises are forming all over my body. I can not stop crying. Cody suddenly yells at me, “Stop!” Maybe because of fear, I stop immediately, although the pain is unbearable. I look up at Cody and I think he may regret it because he looks gentle for one second. Soon, he looks cold and emotionless back again. He sends all the guards away, and there are the two of us.

 

“Get up!” Cody orders me. I try hard, but I can not. I have no strength, and all the wounds hurt. I force myself to move because I do not want to irritate him again. I try to move my legs, but I can only let out a cry in pain. I am frustrated and in pain. 

 

“I am...sorry.”