Chapter 4
1088 Words
Fiona's POV.
I barely got any sleep last night, not just because the bed I was laying on was hard and incredibly uncomfortable but because I was genuinely dumbfounded at how fast my life had spiralled down in the past twenty four hours.
I went from being the bride of Alpha Dax, the first daughter of the Alpha of one of the greatest pack's in this territory to a mere slave, a slave to three ruthless men that were all apparently my mate. I would scream at the moon goddess for help but I lost faith in her when I watched my father's head get cut off. I adjust myself on the bed, turning to my side to stare at the dirty wall next to me.
The entire room was dirty. It reeked of s**t and sweat. I'd wanted to throw up the moment I was dumped in here but I barely had any food in my system, other than the scraps of stale bread the guard had thrown in later in the evening.
I didn't even know what time it was, my stomach was rolling, but from hunger and nausea and my cheek was still stinging where that bastard had slapped me. My bastard mate.
I scoff and curl into myself a little more, of course my so-called fated mate was a d**k, all three of them. I remembered the way they'd dragged me around and the blank look on their faces when they'd rejected me, my wolf whimpered at the memory but I stuffed her whining mood down. They'd hit me. They'd insulted me. They'd mocked me. My wolf didn't deserve the tormented feelings its currently battling because of them.
I heard the door swing open and I immediately sat up, spinning slowly to see who'd walked in. The room was dark but thank the 'goddess' for wolf vision. I sighted a tall, dark haired she wolf with a nasty scowl plastered unto her sharp features, I couldn't place her age well because of how twisted up she looked, like most shewolves she was gorgeous but because of that scowl I really couldn't call her that at the moment.
I sat up immediately with a bit of hope blooming in my chest, maybe they'd taken mercy on me? Or maybe she was a passerby and couldn't stand to see her fellow she-wolf suffer in the hands of her own mate's…? But she killed all my hopes when she said…
"Get up wench, you have work to do," she said in a gruff voice, scowling at me even more. That was when I noticed her outfit. A long black dress with poofy sleeves and a white scarf wrapped around her head.
I don't move an continue to stare at her. I remember the triplets said something about me becoming their slave, well, if they think that's going to happen they have another thing coming.
She lifts an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm playing her? Get your dirty ass off the bed so you can take your shower and start your job, the Alphas crafted an especially long list just for you."
I refused to say anything and gripped the thin bed sheets tighter. I wasn't going to be demeaned to this point. Hit me, insult me, reject me if you must but make me their slave? No, I will not be doing that.
She just scoffs and walks out, for a moment I think maybe I've won, maybe I've wiggled my way out of that one, but she's back in no time with three tall guards behind her, I immediately tense and spring up shifting a little so I can run if needed.
"And where will you run to, wench?" The nasty woman says, folding her arms and baring her teeth at me, in this twisted smile. "I'm going to give you one more chance. Leave here calmly and with your own dignity or get dragged out the same way you were dragged in."
"I'm not going to scrub floors for those bastard Alphas of yours," I say finally, tensing up.
I see them all visibly stiffen and the nasty woman steps forward with a mean smirk. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
And that's all I hear before hands grip me by the arms and drag me out of the cell as I scream and buck against them. My face is scratched against the floor and my body hurts everywhere but my constant twisting and twitching doesn't do anything to stop them from dragging me away.
The nasty woman isn't of any help, instead when the guards dump me off in what looks like a series of rooms, she darts off to get one of those ugly black dresses she herself is wearing.
"The showers are that way," she says pointing to her left with a small smile. "Take a long one because you stink and you only get one a week so use it well."
I shift and stand meeting her eyes with a challenge in mine. "I'm not going to do whatever task you and those f****d up monsters of yours have in store for me. You're better off killing me."
She smiles and steps closer to me, she drops the maid outfit on the floor and stands close enough that we're sharing the same breath. "Don't you ever talk about my Alphas like that. Rejection was the only thing a filthy b***h like you was going to get anyway, you should be lucky you're not dead, you and that pack of murders."
"My parents didn't murder anyone," I say, meeting her glare head on. "You're just a f****d up pack on a power trip."
She grins even more maliciously and spins around to walk away. "No bath for you today skank. Take that bucket and your gown and follow me unless you want yourself and the rest of your pack to end up like your parents."
My body seizes, threatened. I didn't care about my life at this point, I stopped caring when I watched my mother's lifeless head roll down that pedestal, but the rest of my pack. I didn't even know what happened to them… and I couldn't let them get hurt just because I was being stubborn… even my wolf whimpered at the thought of my pack being destroyed.
I sigh and reach for the bucket ignoring the satisfied look on her face. With my head down I follow her down the hall to the place I was to clean.
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