Chapter 2

Sibel’s POV

A chilling silence fell over the gathering of wolves, their eyes fixed intently on the tense confrontation before them. I stood tall, my defiance palpable, my eyes blazing with fiery red intensity as I faced off against my adversary.

Cara, breathing in and out angrily, glared at me, her stance unwavering. Her authority was palpable. The pack watched in anticipation, knowing that one wrong move could spell disaster for the newcomer.

"Enough!" Cara's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "You dare challenge my authority, Omega? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Cara's stern expression wavered as she looked back at me. "Know this: if you step out of line again, there will be no mercy." Her words made the pack murmur at my audacity.

I was ready to speak, but before I could respond, Jolie stepped forward, her eyes pleading. She was younger, with a kind heart that often led her into the midst of conflict. Jolie's voice trembled, but her determination was evident.

"Please, Cara," Jolie begged, "spare her. She's new here. She doesn't understand the rules yet."

Cara's gaze shifted to Jolie, her expression unchanged. "Jolie," Cara began, her tone measured, "you can't even speak for yourself, and you're speaking for this low-life omega who can't mind her business? This newcomer must learn her place."

My eyes burned with defiance, but I remained silent.

"I beg of you, spare her, please," Jolie pleaded.

"Fine... I will spare her and let this slide on one condition. You will have to polish my shoe," Cara said.

Jolie stepped forward, thinking polishing a shoe wasn't a big deal, not even a punishment. But she thought wrong when she heard the next words from Cara's mouth.

"You won't use a rag to polish my shoes. Rather, you will use your tongue," Cara said.

I balled my fists. It's inhumane to do something like this. How can Cara bully a member of the pack like this? I thought.

"Fine, I'll do it," Jolie said. I shook my head in disagreement, not wanting Jolie to use her tongue to polish Cara's shoes. But Jolie knew it was the only way to be spared from all of this.

She knelt down and bent her head close to Cara's shoes, ready to lick them. But Cara did the unthinkable.

Cara spat on her shoes and raised them above Jolie's chin, putting them close to her mouth. "Lick it," Cara commanded.

I was too shocked, tears already pouring from Jolie's eyes as she was frozen by the shock of what Cara wanted her to do. I knew I couldn't let Jolie lick Cara's spit off her shoes. I couldn't possibly see the suffering of others, especially when they are voiceless. It was time to do something now.

I spotted a bucket of water close by and immediately kicked it, making the water splash on Cara's shoes. Cara turned around and gave me a deadly stare.

"You little imp... how dare you?! Who exactly do you think you are to challenge me?!" Cara snarled, and before I could react, she landed a cheek-breaking slap on my face, leaving a sting of pain on my cheek.

But I bit back my anger to maintain my cover. I couldn't possibly blow it, not now.

My lips twitched as I tried to suppress a smile. "Who is she to defy me?" Cara said, looking back at Jolie.

Jolie sobbed silently. "Please, Cara, forgive us," Jolie begged with teary eyes. "I will lick even the dirty water on your shoe. Please have mercy on us."

But Cara was not the forgiving type. "I will not show any more mercy on either of you," she said venomously. She then turned to one of the guards. "Take them out of the pack right now. I don't want to see their faces anymore, or I will personally cut off their heads."

The guards obeyed Cara's order and proceeded to grab me and Jolie. Cara turned her attention towards me. She raised her foot high and brought it towards my face.

Before the shoe could reach my face, I swiftly dodged away, narrowly missing being struck by Cara. This made Cara angrier because I had dodged the hit. She angrily raised her hand to slap me, her eyes blazing with fury.

But then she got a phone call which distracted her, she gave me one last stare before storming out of our sight angrily.

Twenty-four hours had passed since the confrontation with Cara. I needed some time to clear my head and focus on my training. As a warrior, I couldn't let my skills get rusty, especially not now. I sought out a quiet spot on the outskirts of the pack's territory, hoping to find some solitude.

As I began to train, my movements fluid and deliberate, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. But it was short-lived. Cara appeared, her presence announced by the sound of twigs snapping beneath her feet.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Cara sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice.

"P-please, Cara, I don't want trouble."

Cara sneered, her eyes gleaming with contempt. "You're a pathetic little thing, aren't you? Thinking you can defy me?"

I trembled, trying to maintain the charade. I didn't want to show my true self. It wasn't easy to pretend to be someone else, but I just had to do what I had to do to save the weakest amongst the pack. "N-no, Cara, I didn't mean to. I'll do anything, just please let's not do this. I'll do anything."

Cara raised an eyebrow. "Anything, huh? Well, we'll see about that. You're coming with me."

She dragged me back to the pack's gathering area, where the others were waiting.

Cara announced, "This little omega needs to learn her place. She'll be serving me personally from now on."

The pack members murmured, some looking at me with pity, others with disdain. I knew I had to keep up the act, no matter how hard it was. I couldn't let them suspect that I was anything more than a weak omega, but serving Cara was the last thing I'd ever do.

But I knew that if I protested, it wouldn't end well, so I was dragged back to Cara's quarters, my anger palpable. I knew I had to keep up the act, but serving Cara was the last thing I wanted to do. As we entered her quarters, Cara turned to me with a sneer.

"You'll be doing my laundry, cooking my meals, and cleaning my quarters. And if you so much as think about disobeying me, you'll suffer the consequences."

I nodded, trying to appear submissive. But inside, I was seething with anger and determination. I would not be broken by Cara's bullying.

"What if I say I won't do it?" I asked, determined.

"What?" She asked, surprised.

"I won't do it," I said, looking Cara straight in the eye. "I won't serve you or do your bidding."

Cara's expression turned red with rage. "You dare to defy me?" she spat. "You're just a lowly omega. You'll do as I say, or you'll suffer the consequences."

"I'd rather suffer the consequences," I said, my voice steady. "I won't be bullied or intimidated by you. I have rights too, Cara."

Cara sneered. "Rights? You have no rights. You're nothing but a weak, pathetic omega. And you'll do as I say, or you'll face the pack's punishment."

"I'm willing to take that risk," I said, with no fear. "I won't back down, Cara. I won't be your victim."

Cara's eyes narrowed. "Fine," she said. "You want to play it that way? Then let's play. But you'll regret defying me, Sibel. I promise you."

"Guards!" she called, her voice echoing through the quarters.

The doors burst open, and two large, menacing guards entered the room. They were clearly Cara's loyal followers, and they looked at me with a mixture of contempt and curiosity.

"Take her to the pack square and whip her," Cara spat, her eyes blazing with fury. "Let everyone see what happens when you defy me."

The guards dragged me out, through the winding corridors, and into the pack square. The sun was high overhead.

The pack members were gathered in the square, their faces a mix of curiosity and horror. Some of them looked away, unable to watch, while others leaned forward, eager to see me punished.

Cara stood on the steps of the pack hall, her eyes fixed on me. "This is what happens when you defy me," she repeated, her voice ringing out across the square. "This is what happens when you challenge my authority."

The guards threw me to the ground, and one of them raised a whip. I closed my eyes, preparing for the pain.

But just as the whip was about to fall, a voice rang out across the square.

"What is going on here?" a voice interrupted. Cara breathed in and out.

"This girl chose to disrespect me and dared to defy my orders," Cara said.

"She would surely be punished for that..." the voice said, walking to where I was. I recognized the familiar scent of the man and then raised my head and saw him. He was the Beta of my father.

I was happy at least; this is Beta Leo, my father's Beta. He would save the day, but when he walked towards where I was, he gave me a slap that left me asking myself. " why would he slap me, knowing fully well who I was?