Once A Princess, Now A Slave

18- Jailed

Kelsie's POV

"Let go of me!" I yelled. My wrists are already hurting from desperately forcing to free myself.

The two guards are holding me on both sides as they dragged me to the dark underground dungeon. The last time I went here was when I was 7 years old. It was the time when I was grieving the death of my mother. But that time, it was an accident. I was just walking around the pack and my feet brought me here. It never crosses my mind that I will be back in this place right after my father dies.

"I said, let me go!" I once again yelled. I tried to kick the foot of the guard on my right. I hit his knee and made him kneel.

I raise a brow. 'What a weakling!'

I did not control my kick that time. I kicked him with full force so I understand why he is now whimpering on the floor.

"F*cking b*tch!" he whimpered.

"What did you say to me-- Ahh!" I yelped. My head fall back as the guard on my left yanked my hair. "Let go!" I ordered. Never in my life had I experienced this kind of treatment!

The guard that I kicked slowly get up on his feet. Without a warning, he gave me a blow on the abdomen.

My upper body curled like a worm but since the other guard is yanking my hair, I couldn't somehow ease the pain.

I winced. "Serves you right, b*tch!"

The guard that is pulling my hair leans forward. I can feel his breath on my cheek.

"You really think you are still as important as before, huh..." he whispered. His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. I am still enduring the pain in my stomach. I can't fight for myself.

The other guard opened the gate of one of the cells. The sound of the clacking of the metal gates made my heart sink.

I like being alone but I hate being alone in a dark place.

The guard successfully opened the gates and the one pulling my hair pushed me inside.

I tripped on my foot. Since my wrists are handcuffed on the back, my face fell first and I couldn't

I grimaced in pain. I looked up at the guards and saw them smirking.

"I waited a long time to do this. I still remember how she ignored me when I greeted her. I was just being nice yet she's a b*tch," the one who yanked my hair said.

I stare at his face. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't remember him as well as the story he said.

"At least you were just ignored..." said the guard who punched me. He darted his glaring eyes at me. "She once asked my omega girlfriend to make her a steak for dinner. My girlfriend accidentally burned it. She said my girlfriend will get punished if she did not bring her a fresh and perfectly cooked steak. My girlfriend was scared for her life so she quickly made her a new steak but burned her arm while cooking."

I managed to get on my knees. I rest first before standing up. I looked at the two guards who are standing on the now-closed gates of my cell.

I narrowed my eyes at the last guard that spoke. I do not know who his girlfriend is, but I do remember, threatening someone because she overcooked my dinner.

"Firstly, it is not my fault if your girlfriend burned her arm. It's not that I was the one who burned her. Also, it is her responsibility to provide me with a decent meal," I answered. "And you!" I darted my eyes to the guard standing next to him. "I don't remember ignoring you because I always ignore everyone," I look at him from head to toe. "I do not know alpha guards are that sensitive," I mocked. I even shrug my shoulders to show him how shallow his reason is to yank my hair and push me here in the cell.

The two did not reply, but they glared at me.

"But you still hurt the Luna!" one of them said, justifying what they did.

"Right. It is against the law!" the other added, trying to convince themselves.

I take a deep breath and looked seriously into their eyes. They made a small step backward.

"Mr. Boris isn't crowned as the Alpha yet. This means I am still the Alpha's daughter." They both gulped. "What does our law say about hurting the Alpha and his family members?" I raised a brow at them. They both look at each other, nonverbally speaking with their eyes and facial expression. While they are busy, I tried to move my hands even though I know I won't be able to free myself from the cuffs.

My wrists already hurt like hell. In my mind, I glare at them and plan how I will kick their asses off.

"We should free her."

"What if we will get punished by hurting her?" The one who yanked my hair asked.

"We won't get punished. We'll just say it was ordered by Luna Denette--"

"What are you two doing?"

My forehead furrows. I am inside my cell so I couldn't see who it was, but her annoying fake soft voice is too familiar for me not to recognize.

I heard her footsteps approaching. The two guards faced her and lowered their heads to greet my stepsister.

"Good morning, Princess Kristine!" The two guards greeted.

My eyebrows were about to meet each other.

Since when did they start calling her Princess? As far as I remember, she always refused to be called one because she said she wants to be equal to other pack members and doesn't want to treat like a princess. That was what she said to my father which I overheard.

Her figure appeared in front of my cell. She is facing both of the guards with her hands clasping in front of her.

"What did the two of you say?" she asked the guards in a low voice.

I notice how the lumps on the guards' throats move up and down as they maintain eye contact with her.

Kristine sighs. She glances at me and darts her eyes back to the guards.

"I'll pretend I did not hear the two of you talk about my mother. You may now go," she said and tilt her head to the side, and motioned the guards to get out.

"Yes, Princess!"

The two gave her a salute before marching out of the dungeon.

Kristine directed her head to me. She looked at me from head to toe and smiled.

"I never thought I will see you here," she said with her teeth showing.

I did not answer her. Instead, I raised a brow. She chuckled in a forced soft voice. "You're still arrogant. Can't you see what's going on here?" she made a step forward and leans on the bar gate.

"Yeah, I can perfectly see what's going on..." I also step forward to close our gap. Even though my hands are cuffed on the back, I will not back down or be intimidated by this little fake brat. I can fight for my own. Our faces are now close to each other and only the metal bars of the gates are what keep us apart. "I can perfectly see how fake you are," I smirked.

"Even in this situation, you're still a b*tch," she murmured, enough for the both of us to hear. A small upward curve on her lips appears. I then heard the sound of the clanking metals as she raised the keys in her hand. "Let's see how arrogant you are," she added.

I watch her unlock my doors and stepped inside. She probably pulled some strings to get that keys in her hand.

Right after she get inside, she kicked my foot. She's too slow and soft that I watched her do it and did not even flinch.

I smiled. "What are you doing? Poking me?" I mocked.

Her teeth gritted and her jaw clenches.

"You better work out and train more--"

My words were stopped when her palms landed on my cheek. My eyes twitch as I endure her slap. I bravely faced her. My head is still on the way to face her when she hit me again.

"B*tch," I whispered.

I was about to kick her when she once again slapped me on the other side of my face with her free hand. I did not expect her to hit me on that side. I was caught off guard and did not balance myself. Since I am handcuffed to the back, it made it harder for me to balance my body and made me fall on my feet.

"F*ck!" I curse to myself. Her slap f*cking hurts.

I tried to get up but before I can land on my feet, Kristine yanked my hair and forced me to look at her. In our position, it is obvious that I am at disadvantage.

She kneels one of her legs to level our faces. She then smirks.

"How does it feel being hopeless? Hmm?" she asked with an evil smirk on her face.

"Enjoy yourself, b*tch. We both know you can only hit me when I'm tied." Even with my heated cheeks, I still flashed a smile on my face to annoy her more.

Her eyes narrowed at me and her chest started moving up and down. "You are really looking for trouble, huh!" she exclaimed.

She aggressively let go of my hair and stand. I thought she was going to walk away out of irritation, but I guessed wrong. Instead, she started hitting me endlessly. She slapped, punched, and even kicked me. She's hitting my face and stomach.

My handcuffed hands aren't helping at all. I couldn't shield myself from all of her attacks. Also, I am on the floor and the only thing that I can do to somehow avoid her attacks is to roll down on my stomach.

"Does it hurt, b*tch?!" she yelled while kicking me on my side.

I keep on biting my tongue to stop myself from screaming in pain. Her kicks aren't that strong, but if she does it continuously, I won't be able to hold it. I may be skilled, but my tolerance is pretty low.

"Stop it, you b*tch!" I yelled.

She reaches for my hair and pulled them. She forced me to face her. I am enduring the pain in my stomach and my waist when she started giving me a punch straight to my nose.

I felt dizzy and my head fell straight on the floor. I tried to open my eyes but all I can see is a blurry image of my evil stepsister as she kicks me on my stomach.

I do not know if this is a good thing, but I cannot feel his kicks anymore. Also, my head is spinning and the only thing I can feel is the cold floor of the cell.

"Serves you right, b*tch! I waited for this for so long. You always annoy the hell out of me!" she screamed. I couldn't understand a word she says but I can read her lips moving.

I felt a sticky liquid coming out of my nose and on the back of my head. I am not sure if it's blood and I couldn't focus anymore.

Before I can completely lose my senses, I heard the gates open and closed. Then a footstep followed. Kristine stopped what she is doing and made a step backward away from me.

My lids are now getting heavy, but before I closed my eyes, I saw a blurry image of a man outside of my cell. He's talking to Kristine. I couldn't hear or understand their lips' movement, but in the end, the guy entered my cell. The last thing my conscious self saw was the man lifting my head. When he saw blood on his hands, he yelled,

"Call the Salutary wolves!"

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Unedited. English is not my first language. My apologies for the grammar, sentence construction, and wrong spelling.

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Once A Princess, Now A Slave

By: Joanne Cristel

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