Chapter 1

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸.

𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑨'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽.

I was being summoned by Ethan to his private chambers, to say I'm scared is an understatement, I was petrified. Why would Ethan summon me to his chambers by such an ungodly hour? I walked through the halls of the pack house. It was elegantly designed, its arches having different curves and designs crafted on it, indeed It was stunning.

Waves of pain hit me like a bullet hit to the heart, I choke on my spit as I scrunched over in pain holding the rails for support, tears threaten to fall as it tingles at the corners of my eyes.

My sight blurs as the wave of pain increases, an immense fire burns at my abdomen as my grip on the rails tightens. I struggled to get to Ethan's chamber gasping for air.

I finally made it to his chamber, I knocked on his door twice, a grunted "come in" was heard, opening his door I felt my heart shatter into tiny glass pieces.

There on his bed was Ethan, deep inside Hailey's kitty, groans and moans filled the room, the stench of testosterone didn't go unnoticed, the way in which she gripped his hair as he held onto her waist like his life depended on it burned my heart, for a moment I almost forgot about the pain burning at my abdomen, clearing my throat to get his attention, he looks at me no flash of remorse on his face as he commanded me in his alpha tone.

"Take a sit dear Elora, and do not dear look away, enjoy the movie"

He said groaning as he kept pushing deeper into Hailey's kitty, the moans she gave were heart wrecking, the affection which he showed towards her ripped my heart, he was meant to be my mate, we are meant to be in this position right now, it's me who is meant to be moaning and screaming his name, not Hailey, why do I have to go through hell, I thought my mate would be my Savior, but those thoughts and imagination flew out the window the moment I found out Ethan is my mate, he could never save me, he was given to me by the moon goddess just to torture me for sins I know nothing of.

" Eth…an"

Hailey moaned loudly as they both reached their climax, my abdomen burned intensely at the act, and I couldn't help but look away, thereby directly defiling the order of an alpha, but who gave a fuck I was in great pains, watching my soulmate release in another she-wolf.

My wolf howled in pain at the act as she surfaced to my mind and retracted back to the deepest part of my mind sobbing, I couldn't console her for I was also in great pain, there was no one to be strong for the other, no one to give motivational speeches to the other, I and my wolf were heartbroken, for a moment I thought it had stopped beating, but isn't that meant to happen when you are happy with your love, but my case seems different, it seems to happen when my love, my mate is releasing his seed in another bitches kitty.

My heart soared greatly, it had never been manhandled this way, not when I watched my dad being burnt alive. Tears trailed down my eyes as great sadness washes over me, I stared at my hands like it was the most interesting thing to ever stare at, as long as I don't get to stare at the activities going on on the bed, I looked around the room, trying to keep my gaze anywhere but them.

The shuffling of bed sheets is heard, as the pound of footsteps moves in my direction, I look up to see Ethan right in front of me with a smirk on his face, I turn to the bed to see Hailey nowhere in sight, probably in the bathroom. I turn my gaze back to Ethan as he stares at me.

"Awwwn is little Elora sad?"

He said in a mock cooing voice, I tried to speak but my brain seemed to have a mind of its own as all words I could muster flew out the window the moment I attempted to speak, I could tell right now I looked like a gaping fish.

"Look at you, so miserable and feeble, such a weak little slut"

Tears involuntarily fell from my eyes, as my heart hurt from his words, slut.

"Are those tears I see? What happened to the strong-willed Elora?"

He mocked, holding my jaw up tightly, forcing me to stare at his beautiful deep brown eyes, I searched his eyes for any sign of remorse but I found none, who I'm I kidding he never liked me, to begin with, I'm just an ordinary slave, I can never be his luna there is no place for me here, I'm an orphan, a slave, a former beta's daughter, that is now six Feet Under.

My life is a mess.

I am a mess.

I look down at my hands as tears flow freely down my cheek, a deep chuckle erupts beside me as Ethan laughs at my state, he seems to find it pleasing to see my cry.

"My oh my, you don't know how long I have wanted to see you in this state, to watch you break, and for you to have no reason to want to exist on this earth, as the weak feeble she wolf you are"

He said grinning wildly, he was indeed sick, which mate finds pleasure in the other mate's discomfort, only a sadist would.

"You dare defile my command bitch?"

He said, his hands tightening on my jaw creating a bruise I'm sure would soon turn purple.

I felt a hot throbbing pain on my cheek even before my brain could process the cause of the pain, I was still in a frenzy mode before I realized Ethan had slapped me, hard.

The look on his face was murderous, I could bet if looks could kill, I would already be six feet under.

His eyes held so much hatred that had me wondering what I ever did to make him hate me, how I had ever offended him, what I did to deserve all this treatment, none of this was fair.

"How dare you defile an alpha command? For you don't know your place slave?"

The word 'slave' dripped with venom like it had a bitter taste on his mouth, he held onto my blonde hair, harshly pulling it, drawing my gaze up word, I felt weak.

Weak?

No this ain't me, Elora Whiteford Is not some weak little girl, I'm the former's beta's daughter, a strong potential leader, not some stuck up bitch waiting for her knight in shining armor to swoop her away, this is reality, not Disney Land, I'm a Queen, not a princess, I was born to lead, not to be trampled on.

As I had my pep talk, my wolf finally came to the surface.

"About time one of us finally knew their worth"

Ella my wolf said in a very sarcastic tone.

"Says the one howling in pain"

She snorted at the back of my mind and I cut off the link.

I held a look of defiance and bravery on my face as I had had enough of this shit.

"Feeling brave, are you? I would love to see the pain in your eyes by the time I'm done with you"

He said, his palm colliding with my cheek in the same spot which he had slapped before, my cheek throbbed at the contact, but I still held my ground, I gave him a poker stare as I let no emotion show on my face, he seemed angry at my defiance, no scratch that, he was furious at my defiance which led me to much greater pain.

He dragged me by my hair and pushed me to the floor, his hand gripping my clothes roughly, as he pulled them out, tearing them on the act, leaving my body bare with only my undergarments.

He kicked me hard to my midsection, and then my ribs, he repeated the act countless times, as I wheezed and gasped for air, the action halted for a moment, and I couldn't help myself but relax a little, but my muscles contracted the moment the whooshing sound of a whip went through the hair and landed on my bare back, I bit my lips in pain, drawing blood, I concentrated on the coppery taste in my mouth, as I willed myself not to scream and give pleasure to my monster of a mate.

My back stung at every contact it made with the whip, I was lying in a pool of my own blood.

My blonde hair stuck to me like a second skin as beads of sweat trickled down my face.

My heart pounded fiercely as adrenaline pumped through my veins, to help keep the pain at bay.

This torture went on for minutes but it felt like hours of my flesh burning in pain, as he strikes every single flesh in sight.

Blood seeped out of my flesh to join the pool of blood setting on the ground, my head lay limp, as my blood matted hair mixed with sweat. clings to my face.

My muscles were screaming in pain and I felt myself slipping in and out of darkness.

I tried my best not to let myself slip into darkness but the pain was so overwhelming that I couldn't keep my eyelids open.

I bit my lips harder as the coppery taste became more evident.

Finally, he stopped, throwing the whip to the ground as it landed with a thud, he kicked me in the ribs again and I grunt in pain gasping for air.

"Get your filthy self out of here"

He said loudly moving towards the bathroom door.

I felt my tense body relax a little as I inhale sharply relying on my wolf to heal me, as I know it would leave terrible scars later on.

Shutting my eyes, I finally welcomed the awaiting darkness.