TORTURED AND KIDNAPPED

“Get me out of this place now! Get me out of this place! I want to see Lucien! Get me out!” Stacey yelled out, banging the door furiously.

She staggered back, her eyes red stricken and her hand covered with blood as a result of the banging. But she didn’t care. She wanted out, she wanted to talk. She remembered everything clearly now, starting from the first incident of her life. He was never her mate, he was never anything to her. He was the devil of all devils and the most feared Alpha across all continents.

“You’ve been disturbing the whole courtyard. The alpha would come to see you soon, you don’t have to worry,” a guard said to her before turning back.

“I want to see Lucien! I demand to see him now!” She yelled into the guard’s face.

“For what?” She heard a voice that shook all of her insides.

The confidence she had while yelling to see him was long gone, as the devil was now in front of her. She staggered back to the wall, got tears streaming down her face and her whole body shooking out of fear.

“Tell me, you want to see me. Here I am. What is it?” He said, taking the first step into the cell she has been placed in.

Stacey gulped down, her wolf already whimpering in her.

“I….i..do..don’t…know what my father had said to you….but…”

“Your father doesn’t care about you.” He replied as he approached her.

She continued to back away, moving from sides to sides as she avoided him. Why! Why was the world so cruel to her? The past weeks have been so good for her, basking in his name, enjoying every single thing but it all came crashing down when she remembered. Why couldn’t she stay without the bad memories! Why must she remember them?

“I want only one thing from you. Your power, and after that you’re free to go.”

“I….I don’t have any..” she cried out, going on her knees immediately.

“I swear I don’t have any. I’m just a weak wolf..”

“Do it again. What you did in the courtroom. I want to see it again,” he said to her.

Stacey's eyes darted from Lucien to the guard, darting back towards Lucien.

“I…I didn’t..didn't..do anything…”

Lucien looked at the guard as a smirk curled his lips up. He walked towards her, closing in on her before she could run to another angle of the cell and choking her throat.

“I don’t give a fuck about you!” He started, his widened eyes staring directly into hers. “I don’t care who you are or if you’re weak. I can easily kill you on the spot if it’s not for what you possess! And because of that, you need to do it quickly if you want to survive this place.” He said before throwing her to the ground.

Tears burned in Stacey's eyes as her whole body yelped out in pain. She curled down, trying to stop the tears from streaming down her eyes. All her life, she has never found love, she never got one, both from her parents and even from outsiders. She never had a friend. They all abused her, disrespected her and cursed her existence.

She had kept to herself since then, and vowed to do anything to make someone love her like she needed to be loved. She was not just born for the usage of the world and her father’s kingdom, she was needed by herself to. But each time she was close to finding love, something spoiled it, or something always came to ruin it.

A tear slid down her face as she sniffed in, her body trembling out of fear.

“Call the priestess and the other people. I want the ritual of her powers to begin immediately.” She heard him say as she sat up.

The guard bowed and left, leaving Stacey to manage to stand up in pain,

“W…wh..what.. ritual..ritual..” she trembled, moving closer to him.

He turned back to look at her, a devilish chuckle escaping his throat and his eyes burning with his red balls, indicating how merciless he could be.

“I need your power to take over the thrones of Alpha of all Alphas. It has been my dream to be the commander of every pack and for them to see me with respect! And coming to your pack brought me that opportunity, the same one your father refused to see in you.” He said, excitement in his voice as he circled her.

“You have something strange in you. Something that makes you better than all of us. But you’re just too weak to discover that.” He added, walking towards her and raising her chin with one finger.

He leaned in and kissed her tears, holding her hand to stop her from trembling,

“But don’t worry, my love. As long as you give me your power, I will give you everything you desire…” he whispered in her ears.

“….if it hasn’t cost you your life.” He added before walking away from her.

Stacey felt her best wrech out in pain, bleeding out to say something but there were no words to say. Her life was miserable enough and she had grown tired of it. She had never for once smiled, or never for once not been scared someone was coming in. She fell to her knees, her hands touching the cold ground as she was remembered of her fathers torture.

She didn’t care if she died. She was sure she was tired of living anyway. What was the point of living when there was no single enjoyment for her? Where there was no one to care for her and treat her like the princess she was born to be.

“Great!” She heard him say and looked up, noticing the priestess saying something in a hushed tone to him. His expression took a turn, darkening as he glanced at her before rushing out.

“I’ll be back for you!” He yelled out as they all sprang out.

And just like that, something had ruined her beautiful chance to end it all, just like always.