Broken, betrayed and claimed by the alpha brothers

A new voice

_Lavender scented flowers. The fresh smell of wood and neatly changed sheets. It smells so good. So enthralling._

I smiled heartily in my sleep. My brain all fuzzy and melted at the different calming scents that enveloped me. The bed was so soft and I couldn't help but run my fingers around the soft sheets. Is this a dream or a figment of my imagination? Am I dead already or is my subconscious trying to play a prank on me? The bed in my room has never been this soft so I wonder why it felt different today.

Just then, reality came knocking and I slowly opened my eyes to adjust the light passing through them as I took in my surrounding. This is definitely not my room. The grace and elegance of this room is enough to tell me that it belongs to someone of the royal family or someone with an upper status in the pack but who could that be? Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was getting into a fight with Audrey before she tried to choke me to death. I remember being rescued by someone but I passed out before i could even get a chance to see who it was.

That b***h!

I would've died today if it weren't for that person who showed up at the last minute. I could tell that she was determined to kill me. Today's incident was just a tip of the iceberg. Her actions today clearly shows the extent that she would go to get rid of me. Next time, I promise that I will not hold back. I've had enough. She had succeeded in sending my father to his early grave but the same would not happen to me. I would get back at her if it's the last thing I do. I tried to swallow but found it very hard to do. My throat ached badly. It was a painful reminder of what I have been through today.

I ran my hands along the bridge that separated my neck from my shoulders as I massaged gently. I needed to get out of here before the owner of this bedroom comes back. I stood up to my feet and made for the door but just then, the door flew open and Barrett walked in with a towel and a bowl of water. I should've guessed that this was his bed chamber but how would I know that? He didn't strike me as someone who would stay in this kind of scenery. What's worse is that, he barely shows himself around. If this room belongs to him then it only means that he was the one who rescued me earlier.

Our eyes met for a brief second and I bowed my head to the ground, ignoring the immense pain that came with that stupid move. My whole body argued in silent protest and I bit down at my lower lip to suck in the pain so that it doesn't show.

"Doesn't it hurt?" He asked in a low voice and proceeded to place the item on his desk. "Your neck I mean, doesn't it hurt when you bow like that?"

"Ah!" I cooed, lifting up my head. "It's okay. I mean, I'm okay master." It felt so awkward being in his presence. Unlike his brothers, he barely said anything and was always quiet. I had met him a few times back then when I was still in a relationship with Griffith. He was always so reserved and doesn't say much.

"Sit." He ordered and without arguing, I plopped down on his bed. He reached out to the strap of my uniform and pulled it down my shoulders a bit, baring my injured neck you him. Then he soaked the towel into the bowl of water and gently used it to massage my bruised neck. I wonder why he was doing this. It's already enough that he saved me and now, he's taking care of me as well.

"T-Thank you for saving me." I said and he shifted his face to meet my gaze. His hands still rested on my neck. His eyes bore holes into my skin, making my hair stand in alert that I was forced to look away. "I mean, if it weren't for you then I would've died so thank you."

"This would definitely cause a scar." His monotonous voice whispered as he traced the injury on my neck with his fingers. I felt my stomach tie up in knots in an instant. His breath fanned my neck and I swallowed with each exhale that came from him. "Make sure to apply some ointment so that it would heal faster."

I nodded once and he withdrew from me, leaving me cold. "Can I ask a question?" I said in a low voice and he paused to look at me, as if urging me to go on. He really was a man of few words.

"Why did you help me back there?" I asked the very question that had been brooding in my thoughts. "Audrey is your sister and if you wanted to then you could've helped to finish the job but you chose to help me instead. Why?"

He titled his head to a side which was followed by a deep intake of breath as if he was calculating his words or thinking of an answer to my question.

Barrett had always been strange and that's why his presence in that situation was completely unexpected. He was always known for keeping a distance from pack's conflicts because his rare appearances often left a sense of mystery around him making him an enigma within the pack. They call him the non-existent one and I have always believed that until now.

Him coming to rescue me had shattered that mystery and revealed a side to him that I haven't seen before and that's why I asked that question.

"You looked dead so I decided to intervene before she took it further." He answered and my eyes flew open. So he had been watching the whole thing from the beginning?

"Whatever you're thinking about is right." He primped. "I have been observing and I didn't see the need to help you before but then again, I don't support violence. Audrey might be my sister but she was wrong to attack you and that's why I stepped in."

"Even of she has so much hatred for you, it's still not an excuse to have you killed for some weird reason."

I smiled at his words. For some weird reason, it warmed my heart to know that he wasn't like his brothers. I cringed hard and shook my head to stop myself from smiling like an i***t.

"Thank you for helping me master but I have to go." I stood up and made to walk past him but he grabbed my hands, stilling my movements.

"Where are you going?"

"I still have a lot of work to finish and I'd like to get back to them." I answered but he shook his head negatively.

"You're injured and I can't let you work in this state. Lie down on the bed and rest so that I can apply a bandaid to your wound." He ordered instead.

I was conflicted and at a loss of words. "But if I don't go—"

"You are also my slave are you not?" He asked and I nodded in response. "If anyone asks about your whereabouts, tell them that you were carrying out a task for me. Now sit and let's finish this. I wasn't able to do it because you were unconscious and I didn't want to do a messy Job."

"Thank you Master. I'll definitely return the favor."

He looks at me with those expressionless eyes. "Don't bother. We're a pack so it's necessary that we look out for each other. Now sit and let me finish this."

I sat down almost immediately and he crouched down in front of me and starts by disinfecting my wound. He applies some healing herbs on the surface before wrapping it up with a band-aid. All through, I was staring at him as he worked on my injury. There was something about him that I just couldn't describe properly. The airs around him was calm and yet mysterious.

He finished and our eyes met again for the second time.

"You really have very beautiful eyes." I blurted out innocently as I gazed into his eyes. He inched his face closer to mine. I tried to look away but it felt like his eyes were compelling mine. He groaned in a deep voice and pulled me closer so that I fell into him. With his hands steadied around my waist, he swiveled his head and clashed his mouth to mine.

I was shocked for a moment while he kissed my full lips, licking and coaxing me to open my mouth to him. His lips moved against mine. Skimming. Licking. Barely touching.

My pulse raced and I shivered slightly. His hands accidentally grazed breasts through the fabric and I moaned into his mouth, causing him to deepen the kiss. His lips were soft. Enticingly soft. Heat curled up in my stomach and burst into a sweet ache. He leaned closer, rubbing his lips over my mouth and nibbling on her lip. Just as he was about to take it further, I heard footsteps and immediately pushed myself away from him.

I rushed out of his room with an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. What the hell did I just do back there?