CHAPTER TWO

Rosaline POV

My whole body trembles as I am pulled up from the floor. My legs shake tremendously like I am paralyzed all over. The wolves have transformed into humans, and I whip my head to the side seeing their bare bodies. They don't want me to die. 

"She can't look at us, how will she handle the kings?" One of them taunts, sneering at me. 

 I couldn't handle the obscene leering eyes that dagger at me. They are all ready to devour me before I even get to the Alpha King or Beta King. They are ready to kill me early.

"Don't sleep, little one, don't. If you are sleeping now, what would happen if you're to serve the Alpha all night?" One of the bare men jests, laughing out terribly.

 I can't handle their eyes, they are all demons speaking odd things. What exactly did they mean by all night? 

 I was going to be killed immediately, anyways. Fear so pungent I could taste it badly.

"Hey, be calm. Even if King Liam does anything to you, don't make a sound. You're his now. If you do anything, you'd die," the huge man by my right says. It sounds like a warning, with his groggy, hoarse yet wicked tone, and his miffed eyes. His brooding stature intimidated me like the rest of the shifters who were with him. 

"Alpha Liam is tough, so you have to be a dumb person before him," another person from the crowd behind me says.

 I tilted my head slightly. The choking heat of my burning lungs obstructed my breathing, and I tried to make out in the cold.

"K-kil me, please," I plead, falling to the ground. Their grip on the end of the chain tied to my hands and feet became stronger. They roughly dragged me, that the rough ground took my flesh with it. A shrill cry almost lodges in my throat, but then, I can't let it out. It would aggravate these people more.

"Look, she's begging," one says, taunting me. The strong grip once more comes in contact with my arms and disconnects my flesh from the blood-ridden ground. My nose scrunches hard when leaving the ground. 

"Quick, take her in!" He growls, and my eyes roll over to the gigantic imperial building in front of me. It was the first time I had seen an Alpha King's palace with my eyes, and it seemed the exterior was taking to the snowy adaptations of the night. 

 "You're going to meet the Alpha," the naked wolf whispers to me, and his eyes are filled with deathly lust.

"Pretty Alpha's daughter. I wish you would just be for me. I will make sure you never leave my side and hurt you," another says, grabbing my wounded arm, while they stare dangerously, their eyes glinting under the shimmer of moonlight.

 The air around me rippled turbulently, whistling in some sorrowfully symphonic manner, trying to warn me to miss the danger that was heading towards me. But then, I can't do anything. I can't save myself. The predators would attack me, and dig their canines deep into my flesh, and I would feel the hurt in my marrow, leaving a scar that would annihilate my soul forever.

 "Move in, quickly," the huge man bawls in an ordering tone. The others seem to have been shaken by his words, which meant that he was of honorary position in this pack. I could feel his aura as strong, the scent emitting from him, dangerous.

 Soon, some kind of fizzling spark in his hands blasted my ear. It seemed like he possessed some magic, which meant I should avoid him at all costs.

 The men grab me hard, leaving the imprint of their fingers around my arms, painted with my blood. I was to be taken inside this place.

 Reaching the anterior of the building, it seemed like we were at the foot of a mountain. Various illuminating lights shot radiance out of the building, and the strong pillars buried in the teakwood sandstone flooring, made the facade look beautiful.  Still, I couldn't forget the fact that this was where I would die. 

We walk past the facade, and a large door is opened wide by some of the men standing with me. The shifters had stayed behind, while we moved into the building.

 I could feel the warmth of a comfort zone. Despite the fear that purged me, I was still in comfort that I had left the cold despicable streets that withered my soul. 

 The entire place was lapis designed, with fluorite and gold aesthetically pleasing. Several chandeliers hung on the high ceiling. The entire place was calm, so it seemed like the pack members were all in their rooms. The entire place oozed off the aromatic smell of lavender and rosemary, and I tried to sniff in the air.

"We will direct you, then you'll suffer hell," the huge man says, looking down at me, while I try to cower away from his heavy gaze.

 It seems like the world swings around rapidly and violently. The only thing was silence afterward, as the men made their way outside. I try to run after them, but then, if I did, they would hurt me more.

"Bitch, over here," the baritone voice emerges from behind. My whimper choked in my throat, and I drenched out panic instead of cold. My breathing became heavy, and it seemed my heart would jump out of my chest any time soon.

"W-what?" I tried to speak under my breath, not keeping my voice loud.

"Come to me. With me is where you belong, this is my abode," he growls. His baritone voice has lust and anger cooking in it, and I can tell he wants to devour me. He can kill me.

 I look forward to the men marching out of the house. I want to go after them. The woodsy scent that came from behind me had my breath go unsteady. I can already feel the danger knocking on my skin, and it was better if I died in the hands of less ferocious people.

"Halt!" He bawls, taking the men to an instant stop. They obeyed his commands. He must be the one that I was fearing.

 He must be one of the kings that would kill me. I choked back the sob that almost rushed out, and my mouth was filled with the constant incoming hot air that sprang up my core.  

 I feared him. I hated him. I despised him. He is the ruler of this place, I am sure of. The person who wants to kill my father for just a little mistake, and who has taken me captive.

 I tried to register in my brain the rupturing world around me. The resounding beat of my heart shakes my whole body before I felt something heavy and strange.

 I let out a shrill whisper as his claws dig into my flesh, his palm harboring my skinny arm. My eyes widened, and the men in the front just now had their heads.

"I told you to come to me. I don't like when people mess with me," he growls. His voice is terrible and sends electrifying sparks down my whole body. He let out a guttural groan while pinning my arm hard behind me.

 I can feel his aura. Nothing short of dangerous, and mystic. His hot breath is buried against my head, slowly, down to my back, and I can notice he's staring down at me.

 Sharply, summoning the entire iota of fiber in my being, I swiftly turn around.

 Oops, too rough, too tough. It left a big bruise on my arm. I felt overpowered and intimidated.

 Nothing compared to what shone in his eyes…

 Amber with a hint of gray. His eyes glinted under the lighting of the chandelier and emitted nothing but a bloodhound-looking gaze that was transparent, and it leaves me frightened.

"You?!" He growls again, grabbing both of my arms. It is evident. He is furious.

 How dare a little thing like me to pull out of the grip of the greatest king in the city? 

"S-s-sorry. P-please, let me g-g-go," I shrieked, stuttering, giving up on escaping his grip a second time. 

 He is very much stronger than I am. Much taller, about 6 ft 4, with fearful eyes, a nice build, and nice thick hair. I definitely can't stand against him.

"How dare you?" He asks, applying more force. My bone would let out a creaking sound if he wouldn't let go anytime soon.

 "Forgive me, please. L-let me go," I stutter. 

 His lips tug at one end, curling into a deleterious smirk. He shook his head.

"Not like this, girl. You're not going so soon. I'll meet you in hell. Now, take her to my room. There, she would learn her lesson," he orders.

 The heavy steps rush towards us immediately. 

 It couldn't be. Was I going to be killed? What the hell was he going to do with me? 

"Beheading."

 His voice leaves my heart breaking. I was going to be beheaded? Was I going to die so soon?