Chapter 2

𝐶𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜.

𝐸𝐿𝑂𝑅𝐴'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉

"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."

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Pain.

Pain is all I've ever felt ever since my dad died.

Pain is what I felt when my mom died of depression.

Pain is what I feel when I see my mate with another she-wolf.

Pain was what I felt when my heart twisted and my abdomen burned with intense fire.

Pain was what I felt when my mate released into a she-wolf kitty.

Pain was what I felt when the strikes of the whip came in contact with my skin.

Pain was what I felt when Ethan abused me.

The pain, the torture, the distress, the starvation, the bullying, the slavery, the misery.

The pain I felt being treated like an outcast was inevitable.

Indeed pain is inevitable.

This was the same pain I felt when I felt my skin scrape against the rough graveled ground, as I slowly became aware of my environment.

Cold seeped into my skin torturing my heart and lungs.

I opened my eyes to a crowd of my pack members hovering around me.

Their chattering and snickers becomes audible to my ear.

"Look at her such a frail little thing"

"Ewww she is so disgusting and dirty"

"I can't believe this piece of junk is an offspring from the beta linkage."

"She deserves what came for her"

"Such an excuse of a wolf"

Their words were degrading, I was so caught up in listening to them that I didn't notice my brother covering me with our worn-out blanket.

It was then I noticed I was in my undergarments.

I shivered as the cold air grazed my skin.

With the support of my brother I was able to stand up, I exhaled loudly creating fog in the air.

One of the pack members rushed to me, knocking me down off my feet.

"Go clean yourself up slave, you look revolting"

He said laughing with his friends.

The pack members retreated back to the training ground, laughing and mocking me.

Taking in a deep breath, I wrapped the blanket tightly over my body and followed my brother into the pack house.

He escorted me to my room in the slave quarters which was a next to the basement.

It was a cramped old room, cold cemented floor, and a small window.

I managed to get an old worn out mattress into this cramped room, and a chair at the side of my room had my uniform and a few other casual clothes I had then while my dad was still alive.

I grabbed my towel from the top of the chair with my uniform and headed for the bathroom, my ribs still hurt like hell and I was finding it hard to breathe, as I limped slightly to the bathroom.

I cleaned up myself and washed off every part of my body with the all so amazing fragrance of a shampoo.

Note the sarcasm.

I dried my body with my towel and used it to tie around my wet hair.

I brushed my teeth and put on my undergarments.

I grabbed my uniform off the curtain rail and put it on.

It was a dark blue gown that stopped above my knee, with black long socks to march. It had a white cotton lacy apron material tied over the waist which I wore, paired with flats.

I removed the towel which I tied over my head and brushed my hands through the fringy curls in an attempt to straighten it.

I walked out of my room, into the halls, and headed for the kitchen.

They were all running around through the halls, like chickens without heads, doing this or that.

I grabbed some ingredients for making pancakes, and I started cooking.

I made tons of pancakes with chocolate syrup, bacon, chicken and waffles, avocado toast, bean and cheese Molletes, and orange juice.

I made all these foods in record time, I served them at the pack dining hall as it was meant for all pack members living in the pack house.

Then I started making the slave's food, which was pancakes with chocolate syrup.

I was done making breakfast, so I started cleaning up the kitchen. It took a lot of scrubbing and cleaning to make it sparkle.

I was done with my business in the kitchen when Ethan unceremoniously barged in.

He grabbed me by my arm harshly, may I add, and pulled me out throwing me to the floor.

My skin made contact with the ground causing me pain.

"This bitch defiled a direct order from me, so she won't be getting any food to eat likewise her dear brother"

He said loudly in his alpha tone, making everyone bow their heads.

"All ye slaves are free of duty today, Elora will handle all the chores, and no one should dare help her, or I'll serve your heads on a sliver stake"

And this was when great pain began.

I stood up from the floor as the slaves looked at me in pity, but no one dared to approach me, as we are all scared of death.

"Don't do anything against alpha's order"

I mind linked my brother as I knew he would try to help me.

He looked defeated when I looked at him, so I gave him a reassuring smile.

The same my dad gave me when he was being killed.

I walked in the direction of the closet, grabbing a broom, dustpan, brush, mop and bucket, detergent, and a few towels.

I headed for the rooms on the last floor.

I was taking it top to bottom.

Starting with the alpha's room, who was out for some pack business.

I cleaned all the cabinets, made his bed, washed the bathroom, arranged his closet, took out his laundry to the washroom, and moped the floor sparkling clean.

This I did to all the rooms on the first floor, which were meant for only the leaders.

Which were the alpha's, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and their other halves.

Alpha Kaine Woodley's other half is dead, no one knows the cause of her death, and since then he has been more brutal than ever.

I was cleaning the floors of the second floor when Hailey's muddy boots made contact with the floors I was cleaning, she knowingly smudged mud all over the pack house giving me more work than I already have.

"Get cleaning fucking bitch"

She practically screeched, grabbing my hair and shoving it in the bucket of cleaning water.

I gasped for air as she giggled in delight, her voice echoing through the halls.

I rushed into the nearest bathroom and washed off my face which was now soapy, wet, and smelled weird.

I cleaned off and grabbed my bucket and started cleaning the mess Bailey created.

I was done cleaning before lunch, so I decided to make lunch earlier before they start coming in.

I made some casserole and mashed potatoes for lunch and headed to the stable to feed the horses.

I cleaned their stables and gave them new hay.

I watered the garden and cut off some out-of-place branches and leaves.

Finally done with all my chores, I walk slowly and calmly to the slave quarters.

I headed to my room and grabbed a pair of leggings, a long black oversized top with a flip flop, and my undergarments.

Taking the towel with me and my clothes u head to the bathroom to take a long shower.

My hands were red and peeling from all the scrubbing and cleaning, my knees were red and puffy and I think a boil was making its way on my knees.

I took a long bath with cold water as the hot water had been finished by the other slaves.

It was refreshing and cold, I felt alive yet lifeless.

I cleaned up myself, dressed, and headed for my room to take a nap.

I laid on my bed and snuggled deep into it, my whole muscles giving up due to the stress and pressure of today.

I dozed off to dreamless sleep, with no nightmares or day terrors, where I slept fine like where it seems like you're floating and everything feels like flowers and feathers.

Where I had only dreams, sweet dreams, where my life was a bed of roses, but then even roses have thorns, and when that thought came to mind that was when life turned to hell.

That was when everything turned into a nightmare, it seems like you're being chased, everything seems turned upside down, I feel my heart beat on every part of my body, a nightmare where you're confused, exactly, that's how my life turned into, a nightmare that turned into a reality, yah.

The yelling of my name dragged me out of my once dreamless sleep which I'm thankful for.

I open my eyes to see Ethan leaning on the wall of my room staring at me.

Oh, good lord, I would rather go back to my day terror than spend a second with him.

"Earth to Elora"

Ethan said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Now that I've gotten your attention, let me discuss why I'm here"

He said and I started at him in a way to say continue

"As we both know, we are mates"

He said his face scrunched up in what I would a day be disgust can't tell exactly.

"And I already am in love with Hailey, and I can't leave her for a slave slut"

He said his words hitting home.

"So I'm here to reject you"

My heart flipped into my stomach at the mention of rejection.

"I Alpha Ethan Woodley rejects ye Elora Whiteford as my mate and luna"

He said pain flashing in his eyes but was gone in a matter of seconds.

"Accepting it would help reduce the pain"

He said softly.

Softly, who am I kidding? Ethan speaks to me softly. It seems like I'm going crazy already.

"Uh alright-"

"I Elora Whiteford accept your rejection as my mate"

I felt the thread binding us break.

A lone tear left my left eye as I felt soft large hands wipe it away.

"This is for the best Elora, now sleep"

And I was off to an unknown abyss.