The Chosen

The cage master began to act foolishly under the Alpha's murderous gaze. Even I couldn't stand his presence.

He was known as the terror of darkness. An Alpha with a curse of the battlefield. Some said he was a legend handmade by the moon goddess herself.

Rumor also has it that he was a god, heir of the underworld Lord. The devil himself.

His presence alone was able to make a violent man tremble like a wet puppy.

I closed my eyes to avoid his dark absorbing gaze. It was against the rule of the pack for a slave to behold the face of the Alpha.

With my eyes closed, I could sense his intimidating steps stop in front of my weak bloody body.

"Roger, slit his throat," the alpha command with a deep voice that made my body shudder in fear.

"My Alpha, please I can explain... the slave disturbed the peace of the cell with her nose and I disciplined her according to the cell rules." The cell master quivered as he spoke.

But that was the end of him. I heard the slushing sound of his throat being slit and his body landing on the ground with a loud thud.

I began to shake, knowing that I was the next to die.

"Is she the one?" The Alpha questioned.

"Yes, Alpha. The mystic ball chose her," an old feminine voice said.

I was chosen? For what?

I guess my death must be inevitable. I couldn't even beg for my life because it was against the pack rule for a slave to speak before the alpha.

My head remained flat on the ground with my eyes closed as my body continued to shake.

"A filthy slave? Are you sure that your ball is not broken?!" He thundered.

"No, Alpha. It led us to her and it's still glowing in her presence. If you want, we can confirm it through a proper ritual," the old woman said.

I didn't understand what they meant and was afraid of what they would do to me. She mentioned a ritual which definitely meant that I would be sacrificed.

My heart raced faster than before and before I knew it, I lifted my head, grabbed the person nearest to me and begged for my life.

"Please, I don't want to die. I will do anything. Please, don't take my life," I begged, trembling with fear.

"Anything?" The Alpha's dark voice repeated.

"Yes, anything."

"Take and conduct the ritual," he ordered, throwing my limp body across the room. "And have her hands chopped off for touching me."

I panicked after hearing his last order and began to cry out loud. Two hefty men grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the cell.

They took me to a strange blue room. I was dropped beside a blue pool filled with water. I tried to move but my body gave up on me due to the stroke inflicted on it.

"Relax child. No one will hurt you," the old woman's voice echoed as she stepped into the light.

But I was too afraid to believe her words. She was the one who suggested a ritual and there was no doubt that she was going to kill me just like the alpha had ordered.

"Don't be afraid child. You have been chosen by the moon goddess to fulfill the prophecy of the pack," she said, squatting to my level.

I reflexively flinched back as she stretched her hand towards me. It was a habit I had adapted to under the wicked cage master's supervision.

But instead of feeling pain, she patted my hair gently and smiled at me with a bliss that was enstranged to me.

"After the ritual your life shall belong to the Alpha. You will be a vessel of his curse until the day you die," she muttered terrifying me even more.

I was going to be a vessel for the Alpha's curse. It is as good as being dead.

How did my life turn out to be like this?

Captured from my little village, sold at an auction, turned into a breeder waiting to be bought off the market and now a vessel for the Alpha's curse.

I hated the moon goddess for putting me through a horrible life. Taking away my happiness each time I found bliss.

"I...I don't want to die." I stuttered.

"The ritual will not kill you, dear child. You will suffer a little pain but it won't be for long." With that said, she pierced a sharp needle into my forehead and I fell into a trance.

Right before my eyes, the Alpha stood before me with my hands bound to him with a red rope.

"Your life belongs to me until the day you die," he said, glaring into my eyes with his red terrifying eyes.

I began to scream trying to break free from him. But each time I struggled the bond tightened until I was enveloped in his darkness.

"Open your eyes, child." The old woman's voice echoed in my trance bringing me out of it.

I opened my eyes wide, heaving breathlessly. She smiled then motioned some young ladies in black dresses to take me.

"She is the chosen one and from now on, everyone is going to treat her as the chosen vessel of the Alpha," she announced and they bowed to her.

After she left the room, I was thrown into the pool. I screamed as my body burned from the open wounds in my body.

The water was hot yet no one bothered about it. They began to pour some liquid substance into the water then grabbed me and started to scrub my bruised body.

My screams filled the entire room as I cried from the pain. They continued to hurt me until they were done washing me up.

Then they dressed my wounds and bandaged my whole body except my face.

Once they were done treating me, I was worn a white long garment.

"Send her to the Alpha's chamber." One of them ordered and I was carried out of the room in a wooden carriage with my neck, hands and feet chained.

Two hefty men led the way through a dark corridor. They were all indifferent and silent until they reached two black ceiling doors with skull handles.

"Alpha, we have arrived with your vessel." The guard muttered.

I noticed that they were all shaking and when the doors opened slowly, they carried me down and pushed me into the dark room.

My body fell to the cold ground with a long thud. I panicked seeing how dark the room was. There was no doubt that the alpha was inside the room. I could feel his presence even in the dark.

I struggled to see through the dark, stumbling to the ground each time I took a step. My heart raced uncontrollably as I felt a presence breeze past me.

Certainly, I was going to die here. I tried to take another step but a wind pushed me backwards until I hit a hard wall that engulfed me.

"You time is up, slave. Fulfill your purpose to me and you will get your freedom," a cold voice muttered against my neck.

I trembled knowing who it belonged to. He grabbed my neck with his strong hand and whispered.

"I will kill you.”