Auctioned To The Alpha King

You Don’t Know Him

Lisa's POV

My eyes fluttered open as I struggled to fully wake up, but a sudden, foul odor hit my nose. I could smell it—the disgusting stench. It was the scent of something decaying mixed with the smell of blood.

The rotten smell forced my eyes open, and it took me a few seconds to realize I was back in the cell.

“You are awake,” I heard an unfamiliar voice, and I looked in the direction of the sound to see a woman squatting beside me. Judging her age, I guessed she must be in her late forties. Our eyes met, and she gave me a comforting smile, but I could see a hint of sadness in her gaze.

“Welcome back, Lisa,” the woman said, and I furrowed my brows. She knew my name?

The decaying smell hit my nose again, and I slowly turned toward its source, swallowing painfully when I realized it was coming from my father's dead body, still lying in the cell with me.

“Father!” I choked through my tears and slowly sat up, but I couldn’t bring myself to move closer to where his body lay. Fresh tears blurred my vision as I looked at the lifeless form of my father, a mighty warrior, a strong man, a guardian who was now reduced to nothing.

Turning toward the woman, I took a good look at her and then recognized her. She was well-known in the pack for her skills in medicine, but I wondered why she was here.

“Alpha Nathan asked me to check on you,” she spoke up, almost as if reading my thoughts.

I swallowed painfully at the mention of his name. Memories of what had happened and how he brutally took me replayed in my head, causing fresh tears to roll down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that I, Lisa, had been turned into a slave—not just a slave, but a s*x slave to the most brutal man on earth.

“Drink this; it will help with the pain,” the healer said, stretching out a bottle with some liquid in it.

My gaze drifted from the bottle to her face, hesitating to accept anything from someone associated with that monster. The thought of him sent a fresh wave of nausea through me, my body still aching from the torment he had inflicted. The memories felt too raw; his brutal touch was seared into my mind, and a deep shame settled in my chest.

The woman seemed to sense my reluctance. Her sad eyes softened even more, and she drew a little closer. “I know you have no reason to trust me, Lisa, but please… this will ease your pain, especially the pain between your thighs. I noticed you just had your first s****l i*********e,” she said sincerely, and I swallowed hard. No, she was mistaken. I had been brutally f****d, and I wondered what more pain he had in store for me.

I swallowed hard, my throat painfully dry. My gaze flicked back to my father’s lifeless form, the smell of decay filling the air around me. The man who had once fought so valiantly, who had done everything to protect me, now lay cold and broken. I felt a new tear building in my eyes, but I clenched my teeth, trying to hold it back.

“Why did he call for you?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“Because you lost consciousness from the effects of what happened and because it seems you haven’t eaten. When was the last time you had a meal?” she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

I swallowed my pain and thought about it. The last time I had eaten was two days ago, a few minutes before my father had barged into my room and asked me to leave.

“You need food,” she sighed and shook her head. I could see genuine worry and pain for me in her eyes, and somehow it felt good to know that someone cared.

She looked at the decaying body of my father and shook her head. “I didn’t know your father well, but during my visits to the mansion, I had a few conversations with him, and he seemed like a good man. I would never believe he could commit such atrocities.” She sighed and shifted her gaze back to me. She was right. I was still finding it difficult to believe that my father had done such things, but he had.

“Take the medicine,” she urged.

I watched her closely, looking for any sign of deception, but she seemed sincere. With a trembling hand, I took the bottle from her, staring at the dark liquid. It looked bitter, but the throbbing pain in my body urged me to drink it. Reluctantly, I lifted the bottle to my lips and swallowed. The liquid burned as it slid down my throat, but a faint, cooling numbness began to spread through me.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice low.

The woman reached out as if to touch my shoulder but paused, her hand hovering in the air before she drew it back. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Remember that, Lisa. Sometimes, surviving is the bravest thing we can do.”

I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but a loud bang on the cell gate drew our attention.

“Your work is over,” a harsh voice sneered from the cell door. A guard stood there, frowning as he banged on the metal bars. His eyes flicked from me to the woman beside me.

The woman’s face hardened, her eyes narrowing. She gathered herself, nodding slightly as if to reassure me. “Take care, Lisa,” she whispered softly, giving me one last sad look before she stood up and walked toward the door.

As she passed the guard, he muttered something under his breath that made her jaw tighten, but she kept her head held high. She slipped through the cell door, her footsteps fading down the corridor.

I was alone again. Alone with the dead body of my father, the haunting smell of decay, and the cold, suffocating silence.

I waited for the guard to close the metal door and let darkness fill the room, but he just walked away, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips.

Swallowing my pain, I moved my fingers to the choker wrapped around my neck and gently rubbed my hand over it. This magical choking device was preventing me from feeling or speaking to my wolf. In fact, with this choker on, my wolf and its aura were subdued, making me a mere human.

Consumed with pain, I closed my eyes and wished I could communicate with my wolf. I needed her at this moment.

The sound of footsteps approaching the cell gate made me open my eyes as I waited to see who was coming. When the person appeared, I realized it was James, the head of the pack warriors.

Up until now, I couldn’t believe that James and that beast worked hand in hand because James was our former Alpha’s head of warriors. Why would he betray him?

“You’re awake?” James spoke, his expression unreadable.

I glared at him with hate and anger. “You betrayed your Alpha for that monster,” I spat in rage. I knew James and had little interaction with him; in fact, he had even asked me to be his lover, but fortunately, he found his mate a few days after.

“Monster? You call Nathan a monster?” James scoffed and then stepped into the cell.

His eyes settled on my father’s decaying body for a moment before he turned back to me.

“Your father and Alpha Killian were the true monsters,” he said, his voice edged with frustration. “Nathan is far from being one.” His hands clenched at his sides, the anger in his eyes deepening. “You don’t understand, Lisa. Nathan and I were best friends from childhood. We grew up together, fought for each other, and shared everything. I watched him suffer when your father and Killian destroyed his family. Do you know what it means for your mother to be slaughtered in front of you at such a young age?”

His voice cracked with barely contained emotion, and he took a step closer, his eyes searching mine. “Do you know what Nathan went through? He lived in the woods for five damn years, Lisa. He had nothing. I was the only one who brought him food, and even then, it was barely enough to survive. He was just a boy—broken, starving, and alone.”

James’s hands shook as he spoke, his voice growing louder. “You know nothing about him, nothing about the hell he endured. So don’t you dare call him a monster when you don’t even know half of his pain.”