Imprisoned By Alpha Voridian

Imprisoned:In heat.

~ELOWEN~

A scream escaped my throat as Maria, my maidservant, wrapped the bandage provided by one of the guards around my wounded leg. It shocked me when a guard brought a tray filled with medical kits into the dungeon, all for me.

My first thoughts were toward Voridian, as he was the one who was determined to make my life unbearable.

“Maria,” I called out when she wrapped the last part of the bandage around my leg.

“Yes, princess?”

“Is anyone else wounded?” I asked, looking around the cell where all the women and a few children were locked up. “Is there…”

Someone cleared their throat among the women, stopping me. “Stop acting as if you are still the princess,” Rebecca, one of my childhood friends, spoke up, glaring at me. Her father, one of the royal guards, had died that night alongside the others who tried to protect my life and my father’s.

“Don’t talk to the princess like that!” Maria shouted at her. “She is…”

Rebecca hissed and looked outside of the cell. “There is no such thing as a princess here. We are all slaves. The sooner you understand that, the better it will be for all of us.” Her words seemed to drag all the women in the cell back into despair. Even though there was some truth in her words, I wanted her to believe in me. I hoped they could see that I was strong enough to lead them. My actions in the arena showed I could save them all if we worked together.

“Rebecca,” I called out her name for the first time in years. Though we had grown up together, Rebecca and I drifted apart when I had to face my princess duties, and our friendship faded. I hardly saw her unless she attended the annual meeting with her father. “I know you don’t believe me,” I began, speaking to everyone in the cell, including the men opposite us. “I am going to do my best to become someone you can be proud of, and I am…”

Rebecca hissed again, louder and more unpleasant. “Stop dreaming about saving anyone! You are a nobody here, Elowen!” she shouted at me. I understood her pain because she had also lost her father, but I hoped she would trust that I could save everyone. “You are a nobody here,” she continued.

Maria cut her off again. “Stop talking to the princess like that. She was the one who saved everyone in the arena today and…”

Rebecca chuckled. “That’s even more reason she should wake up from her dreams. Just because you get special treatment from the alpha king doesn’t make you special. Here in the world of the werewolves, we are all slaves!” She pointed at the women. “There is no hope here because we are all going to die, and whatever she says to you is a lie!”

“What the hell is…” I tried to reply to her, to make her understand that what she was saying was not true, but suddenly, a searing pain shot through my lower abdomen, like a dagger twisting deep within my flesh. I cried out, unable to contain the agony, my voice echoing through the room. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was as if an invisible force was tearing my insides apart.

I clutched my abdomen, trying to hold it together, but the pain only intensified. Suddenly, it felt as if thousands of knives were stabbing me, each one finding a new spot to pierce and tear. I pretended to be okay, holding in the screams that threatened to escape from my throat because I didn’t want to make them worry about me, but I couldn’t hide the pain any longer; it was too much to bear.

Why was I feeling this much pain? I questioned myself, trying to remember if any of the werewolves had hit me in the stomach, but they had not. The attack had only been on my leg, not somewhere else.

“Princess,” Maria called my name and looked towards me. Like everyone else, she was waiting for my reply to Rebecca, but in that state, goddess, in that cruel state, I couldn’t even say a word if I wanted to. “Princess!” she shouted again, holding my shaking hands.

“Mar…” I tried to call out her name but couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come out. Soon, my whole body started shaking, and I began sweating profusely. Tears escaped my eyes as another pain hit me in the stomach, and I gasped for air. My body trembled uncontrollably, my muscles convulsing in spasms of pain.

But despite the pain, I suddenly felt a stir within me. My body craved release, and I felt a surge of arousal. The pain and pleasure intertwined, leaving me breathless and wanting to be touched. My brain couldn’t make sense of how I was in pain and yet horny.

My reaction horrified me, yet I could not deny the desire that had taken hold of me. Maria’s concerned face blurred before my eyes as I succumbed to my feelings. Then I heard Maverick shout from the opposite cell, “Elowen! Are you alright?”

How could I respond when I had no idea what was happening to me? I couldn’t make sense of it all.

“Are you in pain because of your leg?” Maria asked.

I wanted to scream no, but again, no words came out. The royal guards, lingering around, walked towards the cell with unsettling interest. Their eyes were fixed on me as they reached the cell. Through hazy vision, I noticed the predatory look on their faces. As they drew closer and unlocked the cell, they sniffed me like animals, sensing their prey.

The women in the cell let out cries for help and moved backward. One of the guards grasped my hand, holding me tightly. Goddess, his touch hurt terribly. Another guard reached for my robe, attempting to remove it, but I screamed and struggled against them.

Not my robe; I wanted to cry out, but I was too weak to make a sound.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Maria shouted at them and tried to help me, but she was pushed to the ground.

Maverick hit his cell door and screamed at them. “Let go of her now! Hey!” he yelled, kicking the cell, but the guards didn’t respond. It was as if they were also being controlled by whatever affected me. They carried me out of the cell. While I struggled against them, tears flooded my eyes as I thought about being defiled by these men. But Maria ran after them, grabbed their keys, and threw them towards Maverick.

He caught the key quickly and tried to open the cell door. I heard him curse as he didn’t get it at first, and when he did, he screamed and ran out, rushing towards the guards. He grabbed the first guard and slammed his head against the cell bars, knocking him out cold. The remaining two guards holding me turned on him, pushing me away. One lunged at Maverick, but he was faster. With quick reflexes, he snatched the guard’s sword and plunged the blade into the guard’s neck. The second guard met the same fate, the sword slashing his chest.

“Elowen,” Maverick dropped the sword as the last guard fell. “What is wrong, Elowen?” He cupped my face with his hands. “Are you alright?”

I shook my head, unable to speak still. My mind was lost with conflicting emotions, the pleasure coursing through my veins. Even though I wanted to be touched so badly by a man, I didn’t want Maverick.

I didn’t want him, but my mind went to a certain someone: the alpha king. While struggling with the pain and pleasure, I thought about him, my head filled with images of me naked on his bed.

Should I feel that way? No, I shouldn’t, but I believed everything happening to me must have come from him. He might be torturing my mind, making me go insane. I guessed he meant every word when he said he would break me.

“Elowen,” Maverick spoke again. “Are you…” His words were cut short by the footsteps approaching the dungeon. Guards rushed in, swords drawn, closing in on us with deadly intent. They pointed their swords at us, and Maverick instinctively positioned himself between me and the guards. “Stay away from her!” he shouted.

“On whose orders?” He was here. I would recognize his deep voice anywhere because I could still remember the words he had spoken to me at the front of the dungeon. “Who are you to give orders to my guards?” Voridian shouted as he walked into the dungeon.

My body suddenly went still, and my mind started racing with terror and something else: pleasure.

As his gaze met mine, the pleasure simmering within me erupted. My skin tingled, my n*****s hardened, and at that moment, I knew I wanted him. I felt betrayed by my body, but I couldn’t deny how he made me feel.

Lust.

“Princess,” he moved closer, shoving Maverick out of the way. Unlike when Maverick touched me, and I felt nothing, a mere touch on my shoulder from him made me let out a low moan, my body responding to him. My lips parted, inviting him in, and as if he heard my thoughts, he cupped my face, leaning in slowly. Thinking he was about to kiss me, I gasped, waiting, craving it, but then he chuckled into my ear. “Oh, princess, you are in deep trouble.”