Auctioned To The Alpha King

Cell

Lisa's POV

I was dragged away from him as the guards forcefully led me down the corridors. I didn’t know where they were taking me, but I clearly recalled that he had said something about meeting my father. What did that mean? Was my father still alive? Questions buzzed in my head as the guards pulled me through the shadowy corridors of the dungeon. The air was thick with the smell of mold and something far more vile: the metallic tang of blood and decay. My heart pounded as I wondered where they were taking me.

Finally, we stopped in front of a heavy iron door, rusted and ancient, with thick bars and a lock that looked like it hadn’t been opened in years. One of the guards produced a key and twisted it in the lock. The door creaked open, groaning like a dying thing, and the stench of decay hit me full force, making me gag. The guards shoved me inside, and I stumbled forward, falling to my knees on the cold stone floor.

I lifted my head, my vision blurred with unshed tears. And then I saw something that made my breath seize: lying motionless in the center of the cell was my father. His once-proud form was now a shadow of itself, his face pale and sunken. I couldn’t breathe, the air leaving my lungs in a strangled sob.

“No,” I whispered, crawling forward on shaking hands and knees. The reality crashed into me. “No… Father…”

His body was cold to the touch, lifeless, and the odor of decay was overwhelming. With trembling hands, I shook him, hoping he would wake up, but he remained cold and lifeless. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I pressed my forehead to his chest, ignoring the smell. “What did they do to you?” I whispered brokenly, the realization of losing him—the only family I had left—suffocating me. This wasn’t how I was supposed to find him. This wasn’t how our reunion was supposed to be.

You will remain here until Alpha Nathan says otherwise,” one of the guards declared coldly, and I jerked my head up, my eyes widening.

“Let’s go,” he said to the other guards. Instantly, I stood up, fear gripping me. “No, please don’t leave me,” I cried out, rushing toward them, but one of the guards shoved me back into the cell and closed the metal door, plunging the room into total darkness. I couldn’t see a thing.

My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the cold stone floor as darkness swallowed the room. Panic clawed at my throat, and I pressed my back against the wall, trying to steady my ragged breathing. The cell was pitch black and suffocating, with no trace of light.

“No,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice trembling. “Please… don’t leave me here.”

But my pleas fell on deaf ears, and the guards' retreating footsteps faded until only an eerie silence remained. The only sounds left were my uneven breaths and the faint drip of water somewhere in the distance. My hands trembled, and I clutched the front of my dress, desperately trying to comfort myself. The smell of death—of my father’s decaying body—filled my senses, and I fought back another wave of nausea.

A fresh round of tears pricked my eyes as the suffocating realization settled in: I was alone. Truly alone. The only comfort I had in this darkness was the lifeless form of the man who had once been my protector, my father.

“Father,” I choked out, crawling toward where I knew his body lay. I couldn’t see him, but I reached out until my hand found his cold, stiff arm. My heart shattered into a million pieces, but I refused to let go. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you… I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

The tears flowed rapidly, and I sobbed, clutching his arm, wishing desperately for a miracle, for anything that could bring him back.

Sobbing softly, I sat in the cold, silent cell. Every creak of the dungeon, every whisper of movement in the shadows, made me jump. My mind conjured visions of monsters lurking just out of sight, and I pressed closer to my father’s body, trying to draw strength from the memory of him. I wished I could communicate with my wolf; she would have comforted me, but the metal wrap around my neck was stopping it.

Suddenly, a shuffling noise echoed from somewhere outside the cell, and my entire body stiffened. I held my breath, trying to listen, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Was someone coming? Or was it just another trick of the dungeon, playing with my senses?

“Lisa…” A soft, whispery voice drifted through the darkness.

My blood ran cold, and I clutched my father’s body tighter. Who was there? The voice was weak, and for a moment, I wondered if I had imagined it. But then it came again, faint and breathy, like a ghost brushing past my ear.

“Lisa… you have to be strong…”

I gasped, my eyes widening, and my hands flew to my mouth to stifle the sound. Was I going mad, or was someone speaking to me?

“Who is that?” I managed to ask, but there was no response. Instead, a strange feeling filled the room, sending cold shivers down my spine. My heart raced faster, but I still held on to my father’s body as silent tears continued streaming down my cheeks. The cold atmosphere changed, gradually returning to normal, but my heart wouldn’t stop pounding in my chest.

For hours, all I could do was sit there, exhausted from crying, my body trembling with fear and fatigue. My eyes burned from tears that no longer came, and I felt utterly drained. The silence of the cell was overwhelming and suffocating.

My hands ached from clutching my father’s cold arm, but I couldn’t let go. It was the only thing grounding me, the only reminder that I hadn’t drifted completely into madness.

Memories of my father played in my mind: his laughter, his fierce pride, the way he’d taught me to fight and told me I was stronger than I knew. But right now, I felt useless and powerless. I couldn’t call out for help, couldn’t reach out to my wolf. I was just… human, and I hated it.

The hours dragged on, and I had no sense of time. My stomach churned with hunger, and my throat felt raw from crying and whispering prayers that no one would hear. The dungeon’s cold seeped into my bones, making me shiver as I pressed myself tighter against my father’s lifeless body.

Suddenly, the silence of the dungeon was broken by the echo of footsteps. They were quick and hard, each step sending a new wave of fear through me. My body tensed, and I held my breath, straining to listen. The footsteps drew closer, stopping just outside the cell door. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Keys rattled, and the lock clicked. The door creaked open, and light flooded the room, blinding me. I blinked rapidly, my vision adjusting to see the same guards from before. They wasted no time, grabbing me roughly and hauling me to my feet.

My heart raced, and my eyes widened in fear. “Where are you taking me?” I asked in panic, but the guards didn’t give a response.