CHAPTER 6: WHAT AM I?

Lyra

As each whip landed on my cold skin, I prayed that each would be the last but I was far from the truth. The shivers made it worse and I could barely bellow anymore. All my strength had been used up to shout and I just laid there, waiting for death to take me away.

“Are you seeing this?” One of the enforcers knelt down close to me, looking at my skin. I already knew what was marveling at him. With each wound that the whips created, they were sealing themselves back up.

“See what? You don't want Alpha Tristan to walk in here and see you hovering over her without doing what he asked.”

“I'm trying to show you something,” he said. “Okay, take a look at this.”

With a powerful force, I felt the whip land on my back. There was no way I wasn't going to scream for that. My scream reverberated over the walls of the room, bouncing into each other and creating an echo.

“Wow,” the other enforcer said. He just came out of his slumber. “What do you think she is? This is the first time I'm seeing something like this.”

“Me too. But there's no way Alpha Tristan would believe that we did as he asked, with the way she's healing rapidly.”

The door to the room opened and for a second, I was so grateful. At least I got to relax a bit and also during the time they turned me into their little pet project.

“Alpha Tristan asked you to bring her over,” another enforcer said through the door.

“We are on our way,” they answered.

Throwing a thin cloth over my body, I couldn't walk on my own. My strength had disappeared and all they could do was drag me out like a thief.

Throwing me on the floor in front of him, I heard his chuckle. “Stand up,” he said.

I tried to find my feet but I couldn't feel them. I fell back on the hard floor and everyone found me as a source of amusement.

He ran his eyes over my body, raising an eyebrow. “I can barely see any scar on her body. Were you guys playing with her there?”

“My lord, we are as confused as you are. Wi–”

The first enforcer started to say and the next thing we heard was the snapping of one's neck. His body fell to my side and I froze with fear; coupled with the loss of strength in my body. I believed that I was the next.

“Don't you dare say I'm confused,” he said, assuming his former position. He turned to the other enforcer who whipped me. “Now, what explanation would you give about her?”

“My lord, no matter how many times we whipped her, her wounds healed almost immediately. We have no idea how she does that.”

He glanced in my direction. “Murderer, how do you do it? I was expecting my entire floor to be crawling with your blood but now that I'm seeing otherwise, I'm angry.”

“I-I-I have no idea how,” I stammered. “It's something that just happens to me.”

He went quiet for a while before speaking again. “Would you now agree with me that you are a murderer? That is something that happens to wolves who have shifted, not to talk of a lowlife omega like yourself.”

Quietly, in order not to make him more angry. I answered because I still valued my life. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I'm a murderer,” the words tasted sour in my mouth. But anything to escape seeing his livid side.

Suddenly his face lit up, and that got me wondering about the kind of psychopath he is. “I also have good news for you. I have prepared a place for you to stay in my pack. We are lovely people and we are ready to accept you, regardless of what you are.”

That didn't sit right with me. All I had to do was thank him for his generosity even though I knew that was far from it.

“Please take her away,” he gave the description of where I was to be taken to, and I was glad. At least, I was going to rest all by myself there.

As we got closer, I realized that the devil might be a little nicer than Tristan. He had no heart and was confused about what could be inside that space.

“Here we are,” the enforcers stopped, looking at a small and old room. A place where they shouldn't even try to raise goats.

“This is where I'll be staying?”

“You have a problem with that murderer?”

“No I don't,” I quickly added. “Thank you so much.”

“I thought so,” he hit his companion. “Let's get away from here.”

I walked into my supposedly new place. Everywhere was littered with dirt of different sorts. The pungent smell hit my nose so badly that I ran outside to throw up. “How the hell am I going to survive here? Am I sure that Alpha Tristan is my mate?”

I got to work and tried cleaning the place in order to have a place to lay my head for the night. He wasn't even nice to get a bed or something comfortable enough to sleep on. After what seemed like hours, I was able to make a decent place out of the room.

I gathered some logs and arranged them in patterns, while I found some planks to arrange them on. As I tried to drift off to sleep, a knock forced me out of bed. There he was, my nightmare, standing with a smug on his face and a plate of delicious food in his hands. My tummy rumbled at the sight of that but I composed myself quickly.

“Alpha Tristan,” I quickly knelt down and bowed my head.

“Guess what, mate,” he pronounced the mate in a mocking tone. “I brought dinner.”

Before I could understand what was happening, the plate left his hands and everything went into the sand.

“There's your dinner,” he said, turning away, almost immediately. Okay, maybe Alpha Damien treated me a little nicer. I was quite sure that I wouldn't last so long in this pack. Only the moon goddess knows what else he has in store for me. As of now, I'm a dead meat.