Three Years After
Wincing, I dabbed the make-up brush harder against my skin. The foundation gradually concealed the finger-shaped marks around my neck. After I put on the choker again, it would look like nothing had ever happened.
Just the way I liked it.
Every day, it got harder to cling to my quest for revenge. It started with the hope of taking out the Pack Alpha and gaining my freedom. Reality soon dashed it, and my next goal became much less until it devolved into the simplest things.
Silent protests, never-spoken insults, and vague jabs against my tormentor. I took my wins, no matter how small, to keep myself sane and continue fanning my dwindling fire.
My wolf whined in my head as I finally finished my make-up and put on the choker again. The silver metal was cold against my skin, and I gulped as its familiar weight settled on my neck. It was encrusted with diamonds to complement my ball gown. Nevertheless, its meaning hadn't changed.
It's been years since I shifted into my wolf form and fully reconnected with my animal spirit. She was getting restless, and I feared the day I would have to set her free. With how long my wolf had been repressed, she could be out of control once unleashed.
That's a problem for another day, though.
Someone knocked on the door, and I opened it to see one of my handmaids waiting outside. Samantha was holding a bouquet of tulips.
"Do you need help, Mistress - oh, you're ready," she muttered, blinking her owlish eyes as she looked at me. "You look beautiful, Mistress. Alpha Adrian will surely be pleased. Is there anything else you need help with?"
I smiled at her, my lips tense. "I'm good, thank you." Then I pointed at the flowers, silently asking her.
Samantha grinned and handed the bouquet to me. "This is from Mrs. Knightley. She says she can't attend the Gala tonight."
Ah, a token of apology.
"Alpha Adrian is already waiting at the ballroom, Mistress. Should I escort you - "
"No, it's alright. I'll go myself."
Samantha opened her mouth to protest, but I closed the door before she could utter another word. I always tried my best not to snap on my handmaids. After all, they're just doing their jobs. But often, their blind devotion to that man infuriated me. Sometimes, if it's not devotion, then it's fear that was keeping them in line.
I took the bouquet of flowers and tossed it in the nearby trashcan. It was another thing that made my blood boil, precisely the person who gave it.
Mrs. Emmera Knightley, my mother, had avoided me for years. It was the same as my father, although my mother and I were initially close. I could still remember the night when it all changed.
***
20 Years Ago
Mommy and Daddy were fighting again. The sounds of broken glass and screams filled our tiny house. Sometimes, they stopped briefly, and I could only hear muted noise and whimpers from Mommy while Daddy hurled insults at her.
I sat atop the stairs, too afraid to linger inside my room. The walls were too thick there, and I couldn't hear anything. The silence only made me more anxious. It didn't help that the shadows in my room were scary. It's better here on the stairs with the dim light coming from the living room. At least it's not entirely dark here.
A deafening shout made me sit up straighter.
"You keep on asking for more, but what have you given in return?! All you ever did was burdened me with a fucking girl. An omega, nonetheless!" Daddy growled.
Slowly, I crept down the stairs and peeked into the living room. Daddy's words were familiar, and I feared what he usually did next after screaming them.
Sure enough, Mommy was already on the corner, her poor body trembling. I wanted to run to her and shield her from Daddy's anger. It's me he's mad about, anyway. But my own fear paralyzed me.
"She's not just my daughter, Frederick, she's yours, too!" Mommy snapped back despite the slight waver in her voice.
"Leeches, both of you! You useless, good for nothing bitches! I shouldn't have married you. I shouldn't have made you my mate! Waste of space - "
I swallowed my sobs and retreated back up the stairs as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh reverberated in the room. My small hands balled into fists around the hem of my shirt. Mommy was back again to whimpering. It would take some time before Daddy stops.
Once Daddy grew tired, I hurriedly returned to my room to let him pass up the stairs towards his own. I counted down from 100, patiently waiting, before going out again and dashing towards the kitchen. I dampened a washcloth, then set out to find Mommy.
I found her on the floor beside the couch, as usual. Hesitantly, I approached her and reached out with the damp cloth.
"Mommy? Here let me clean your - "
A sharp sting on my right cheek interrupted me. Eyes blown out wide, I slowly turned my head back to Mommy and held my stinging face. For the first time, I saw her looking at me with anger.
"I hate you," Mommy whispered.
I gulped and stared at her, the loud thudding of my heart drowning out her words.
"I wish you've never been born."
Mommy stood up afterward and didn't spare me a single glance. Shame curled deep in my gut, and I hung my head, silent tears streaking down my already bruising cheek. Those words were the last ones she's ever spoken to me since then. After that night, she ignored me just as Daddy did.
***
The memory sent a pang of pain in my heart. I wished things would've been different. Maybe if they were, I wouldn't have made the decisions I had... Perhaps I wouldn't have doomed myself and my soul for eternity. Little old me was too caught up with my fear and shame that I grabbed the first chance to help my family - a family that didn't even want me.
But it's all in the past now, and the only thing I could do was move forward.
Steeling my resolve, I took a deep breath and exited the room. I headed straight to the ballroom entrance, where Adrian stood and waited for me.
I swallowed the bubbling fear and approached the Alpha. His cobalt eyes narrowed into slits as he saw me. It took everything to stomp down my flight or fight instincts against the predator before me.
'Pick your battles, Chiara,' I thought to myself. Know when it's worth to strike back, and when it's better to yield.
Adrian's eyes followed me until I stood in front of him. They were filled with terrifying obsession and possessiveness, threatening to drown me in their dark blue depths.
"You're late," he snapped, his fingers reaching to grip my chin and tilt my head back. He scrutinized my face, looking for any imperfection.
I made sure to lower my eyes to his lips and appear subservient. "I apologize, Alpha. Please, discipline me as you see fit. I am yours." My hands balled into fists on my sides.
It seemed my display of submissiveness coaxed his wolf's ire since Adrian relaxed his grip on me afterward. "Hmm, you look stunning tonight, and I'm in a good mood. I'll let this slip just once."
His body crowded mine as he kissed my temple. "I can't wait to ravish you, but, alas, it has to wait. You'll behave in front of the guests, hm?"
I gulped but nodded mutely. Dread filled my gut as I thought of what could happen tonight.
This Gala might just be the death of me.
"Let's all welcome, Galway's Pack Alpha, Adrian!"The host's voice boomed throughout the ballroom, and the guests turned their heads to us as we entered. My hand was in the crook of Adrian's elbow. He expertly maneuvered us through the crowd, greeting each of them as he walked toward the center. It didn't escape my attention that none of them even glanced at me. I was used to being ignored by everyone, although the reasons why they did so varied. Some hated me for my position. Despite being practically a property to Adrian, I had some perks. Nothing could grant me power, but I could at least live a comfortable life —well, as comfortable as I could— while being subjected to Adrian's sadistic side.However, everyone also knew that I was off-limits. The Pack Alpha was a notoriously ruthless leader. When it came to his... interests, he was over-protective with them. Or perhaps it's better to say that he was possessive and obsessed. His violent tendencies were enough to deter anyone from
Smack!My shoulder throbbed as the bloody bastard brought down his baton against it. I snarled and tried to shrug the mutt off, but my cuffed hands didn't help. Instead, I fell on my knees, my teeth knocking painfully from the impact.Hands gripped the scruff of my shirt, dragging me forward."If you can't even walk, we might as well just break those legs. They're fucking useless anyway," one of the patrols drawled as he looked down on me.I glared at him and bared my teeth. "Bold of you to assume you can just lay your hand on me, mutt."Derisive laughter came from the wolves surrounding me. "Are you blind, too? Or maybe just plain stupid. We've caught you, Rogue.""You're all bark but no bite!" Another hollered, followed by a round of chuckles."No, that's wrong," someone wheezed in while laughing. "He's no wolf. Not like while being tied up like a pig in slaughter. Oink, oink!"I gritted my teeth and stayed silent while they laughed their assess off. If I could just break away from
Adrian was mad.I could feel it in how he gripped my waist, fingers digging into my skin. That would bruise, for sure. It was another thing I had to hide and ignore.But what I was most concerned about was the man kneeling before us. I watched him from the corner of my eyes, drinking in his scruffy appearance and bloodied face. Matted dark hair stuck to his tanned forehead, and his dark gray eyes were shadowed. There was a flash of hurt and sorrow, but they were gone so quickly that I thought I might've just imagined them. A faint scent of pinewood permeated the room, making my wolf stir for a bit before returning to slumber again. It wasn't surprising, given how much she's been hidden.The man looked at Adrian and me with mild interest. They called him The Rogue Wolf. His story had haunted packs for more than a decade: a wolf-shifter who had gone mad and slaughtered his members.Rumors said that it must've been a disease that caused his rampage, while some theorized that he was simpl
Absolute darkness.All I could see was black: endless and suffocating. The blindfold dug painfully against my eyes. My head was pounding in pain from the pill Adrian forced me to swallow. I felt disoriented, the ringing in my ears going on and on, defeaning despite the silence surrounding me. Other than that, the only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing.I didn't know how long I was hanging. Adrian dragged me straight to his playroom after meeting with the Rogue. Then he proceeded to tie my arms and hang me from the ceiling, feet dangling on the floor with just the tips of my toes barely touching the ground. My shoulders... my legs... my feet... everything was already aching.As time stretched on, I could feel the tendrils of panic slowly seeping in. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I had to continuously bite my lip, using the pain to ground myself. This torture was nothing new. Adrian had done so much worse to me, yet I found myself succumbing to his games again for the first ti
The scent of roses still lingered, cloaking my body like a comforting blanket. It's the only buffer I had against the murderous thoughts running in my head because fuck me... those damned wounds...I kept repeating my meeting with my mate as I lay on my bed. I purposely snuck out in the middle of the night, hoping to find where she was staying. When my wolf felt her presence near the garden balcony, I stayed until the bond led her to me.It took all my control to stop my wolf from ravaging her right then and there. We were feeling equally betrayed and desperate, a yearning so painful it rivalled the one I've always harboured in my heart. Even in her bed-rumpled state, my mate looked oh-so-fucking delectable.And then I saw the welts, and all lustful thoughts went out the window.I swear when I saw that bastard Adrian again, I would strangle him with my bare hands. I would take great pleasure in seeing his black and blue face under me, the light in his eyes dimming as I exact his judgm
"You left too early last night."Adrian's voice was measured, and his face looked calm and composed. I tried to get a read of him as we continued eating in the dining room, a spread of breakfast and pastries separating us. Despite my efforts, I couldn't determine whether he was simply curious or hiding his anger.After seeing the Rogue... or Lance, I returned to my room last night. I couldn't bear to stay in the same space with Adrian, and my brief talk with Lance left me unbalanced. I hoped Adrian would be calm enough when morning came, and we could return to our previous routine.Routine meant predictable actions. Routine meant I could plan ahead.But this, Adrian Galway, hiding his emotions? It meant bad things.I swallowed another bite of food before answering him. "I needed something from my room, and I figured you wouldn't want to be disturbed in your sleep. So, I decided to stay back."Adrian hummed while meticulously slicing a slab of bacon. I watched his deft fingers move, im
Between the murderous thoughts running through my head, thinking how dare these mutts threaten my mate, and the nauseating indignation as to how she could think I couldn't protect her myself, deep down, I knew what Chiara was doing.Still, when the shifters moved closer to our position, I couldn't stop the snarl that ripped from my throat. My wolf pushed against the confines of my body, begging to be let out and lay havoc. Elongated canines dug deep into my lips, and claws slipped from my fingertips.Depending on the Alpha, the effect of his dominance could vary. Adrian's dominance was a toe-curling chill that sunk deep into a person's bones. It was designed to instill fear, immobilize, and bend others to his will. Fitting for someone of his designation.As for mine?I didn't need the theatrics. Out in the woods, where I had no one to rule, and everyone else was my enemy, it was better to keep things straight to the point.The shifters gasped and fell to the ground like puppets with t
I smiled at Connor as he approached us, but deep inside, my heart was pounding. Lance looked unaffected, though. Perhaps slightly angry, with a slight furrow between his brows and lips quirked down. Other than those reactions, he seemed wholly calm.I wished I could be as composed as him. My hands were already starting to shake again, and I had to repeatedly pinch my skin to ground myself. There was a prickling feeling on my neck, as if someone was watching me. It's as if Adrian was staring at me with disappointment.'Who do you belong to?' His voice inside my head asked.'You belong with me. Too broken for anyone else other than her Alpha. I own you, Chiara. You're mine. Mine, mine, mine—'"Madam?"I jolted out of my trance and found Connor staring at me worriedly. The mismatched colors of gray and blue in his eyes were more prominent in the early morning sun. He wasn't looking at me like I was a traitor set for the gallows. He wasn't readily dragging me towards the compound and tell
I smiled at Connor as he approached us, but deep inside, my heart was pounding. Lance looked unaffected, though. Perhaps slightly angry, with a slight furrow between his brows and lips quirked down. Other than those reactions, he seemed wholly calm.I wished I could be as composed as him. My hands were already starting to shake again, and I had to repeatedly pinch my skin to ground myself. There was a prickling feeling on my neck, as if someone was watching me. It's as if Adrian was staring at me with disappointment.'Who do you belong to?' His voice inside my head asked.'You belong with me. Too broken for anyone else other than her Alpha. I own you, Chiara. You're mine. Mine, mine, mine—'"Madam?"I jolted out of my trance and found Connor staring at me worriedly. The mismatched colors of gray and blue in his eyes were more prominent in the early morning sun. He wasn't looking at me like I was a traitor set for the gallows. He wasn't readily dragging me towards the compound and tell
Between the murderous thoughts running through my head, thinking how dare these mutts threaten my mate, and the nauseating indignation as to how she could think I couldn't protect her myself, deep down, I knew what Chiara was doing.Still, when the shifters moved closer to our position, I couldn't stop the snarl that ripped from my throat. My wolf pushed against the confines of my body, begging to be let out and lay havoc. Elongated canines dug deep into my lips, and claws slipped from my fingertips.Depending on the Alpha, the effect of his dominance could vary. Adrian's dominance was a toe-curling chill that sunk deep into a person's bones. It was designed to instill fear, immobilize, and bend others to his will. Fitting for someone of his designation.As for mine?I didn't need the theatrics. Out in the woods, where I had no one to rule, and everyone else was my enemy, it was better to keep things straight to the point.The shifters gasped and fell to the ground like puppets with t
"You left too early last night."Adrian's voice was measured, and his face looked calm and composed. I tried to get a read of him as we continued eating in the dining room, a spread of breakfast and pastries separating us. Despite my efforts, I couldn't determine whether he was simply curious or hiding his anger.After seeing the Rogue... or Lance, I returned to my room last night. I couldn't bear to stay in the same space with Adrian, and my brief talk with Lance left me unbalanced. I hoped Adrian would be calm enough when morning came, and we could return to our previous routine.Routine meant predictable actions. Routine meant I could plan ahead.But this, Adrian Galway, hiding his emotions? It meant bad things.I swallowed another bite of food before answering him. "I needed something from my room, and I figured you wouldn't want to be disturbed in your sleep. So, I decided to stay back."Adrian hummed while meticulously slicing a slab of bacon. I watched his deft fingers move, im
The scent of roses still lingered, cloaking my body like a comforting blanket. It's the only buffer I had against the murderous thoughts running in my head because fuck me... those damned wounds...I kept repeating my meeting with my mate as I lay on my bed. I purposely snuck out in the middle of the night, hoping to find where she was staying. When my wolf felt her presence near the garden balcony, I stayed until the bond led her to me.It took all my control to stop my wolf from ravaging her right then and there. We were feeling equally betrayed and desperate, a yearning so painful it rivalled the one I've always harboured in my heart. Even in her bed-rumpled state, my mate looked oh-so-fucking delectable.And then I saw the welts, and all lustful thoughts went out the window.I swear when I saw that bastard Adrian again, I would strangle him with my bare hands. I would take great pleasure in seeing his black and blue face under me, the light in his eyes dimming as I exact his judgm
Absolute darkness.All I could see was black: endless and suffocating. The blindfold dug painfully against my eyes. My head was pounding in pain from the pill Adrian forced me to swallow. I felt disoriented, the ringing in my ears going on and on, defeaning despite the silence surrounding me. Other than that, the only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing.I didn't know how long I was hanging. Adrian dragged me straight to his playroom after meeting with the Rogue. Then he proceeded to tie my arms and hang me from the ceiling, feet dangling on the floor with just the tips of my toes barely touching the ground. My shoulders... my legs... my feet... everything was already aching.As time stretched on, I could feel the tendrils of panic slowly seeping in. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I had to continuously bite my lip, using the pain to ground myself. This torture was nothing new. Adrian had done so much worse to me, yet I found myself succumbing to his games again for the first ti
Adrian was mad.I could feel it in how he gripped my waist, fingers digging into my skin. That would bruise, for sure. It was another thing I had to hide and ignore.But what I was most concerned about was the man kneeling before us. I watched him from the corner of my eyes, drinking in his scruffy appearance and bloodied face. Matted dark hair stuck to his tanned forehead, and his dark gray eyes were shadowed. There was a flash of hurt and sorrow, but they were gone so quickly that I thought I might've just imagined them. A faint scent of pinewood permeated the room, making my wolf stir for a bit before returning to slumber again. It wasn't surprising, given how much she's been hidden.The man looked at Adrian and me with mild interest. They called him The Rogue Wolf. His story had haunted packs for more than a decade: a wolf-shifter who had gone mad and slaughtered his members.Rumors said that it must've been a disease that caused his rampage, while some theorized that he was simpl
Smack!My shoulder throbbed as the bloody bastard brought down his baton against it. I snarled and tried to shrug the mutt off, but my cuffed hands didn't help. Instead, I fell on my knees, my teeth knocking painfully from the impact.Hands gripped the scruff of my shirt, dragging me forward."If you can't even walk, we might as well just break those legs. They're fucking useless anyway," one of the patrols drawled as he looked down on me.I glared at him and bared my teeth. "Bold of you to assume you can just lay your hand on me, mutt."Derisive laughter came from the wolves surrounding me. "Are you blind, too? Or maybe just plain stupid. We've caught you, Rogue.""You're all bark but no bite!" Another hollered, followed by a round of chuckles."No, that's wrong," someone wheezed in while laughing. "He's no wolf. Not like while being tied up like a pig in slaughter. Oink, oink!"I gritted my teeth and stayed silent while they laughed their assess off. If I could just break away from
"Let's all welcome, Galway's Pack Alpha, Adrian!"The host's voice boomed throughout the ballroom, and the guests turned their heads to us as we entered. My hand was in the crook of Adrian's elbow. He expertly maneuvered us through the crowd, greeting each of them as he walked toward the center. It didn't escape my attention that none of them even glanced at me. I was used to being ignored by everyone, although the reasons why they did so varied. Some hated me for my position. Despite being practically a property to Adrian, I had some perks. Nothing could grant me power, but I could at least live a comfortable life —well, as comfortable as I could— while being subjected to Adrian's sadistic side.However, everyone also knew that I was off-limits. The Pack Alpha was a notoriously ruthless leader. When it came to his... interests, he was over-protective with them. Or perhaps it's better to say that he was possessive and obsessed. His violent tendencies were enough to deter anyone from
Three Years AfterWincing, I dabbed the make-up brush harder against my skin. The foundation gradually concealed the finger-shaped marks around my neck. After I put on the choker again, it would look like nothing had ever happened.Just the way I liked it.Every day, it got harder to cling to my quest for revenge. It started with the hope of taking out the Pack Alpha and gaining my freedom. Reality soon dashed it, and my next goal became much less until it devolved into the simplest things.Silent protests, never-spoken insults, and vague jabs against my tormentor. I took my wins, no matter how small, to keep myself sane and continue fanning my dwindling fire.My wolf whined in my head as I finally finished my make-up and put on the choker again. The silver metal was cold against my skin, and I gulped as its familiar weight settled on my neck. It was encrusted with diamonds to complement my ball gown. Nevertheless, its meaning hadn't changed.It's been years since I shifted into my wo