7: Taken
1584 Words
Bree’s POV
“What on Earth is my life turning into?” I asked under my breath, sobbing profusely as I noticed the carriage finally begin to move.
I brimmed with anger from inside as we began the journey, wondering what would happen to me as soon as we got to the Moon Howl Pack.
I, the Luna Queen of the strongest Pack in the realm, had been reduced to a mere prisoner, sold off by my own mate who happened to be the father of my unborn child.
I could barely believe it. It felt like a dream or should I say a nightmare. Only this time, it happened during the day and there was no waking up from it.
Inside the carriage were two guards who had whips in their hands. “If you try anything funny, we won't hesitate to use these whips on you, slave,” they threatened like I was some animal but these were just young men.
If I wasn't so weak, I'd have grabbed them by the neck and torn them apart like they were nothing. They'd never have dared come close to me. Even their Alpha, as powerful as he seemed, would have been no match for me but there was no proof of that.
I was just a weak, helpless ex-Luna Queen of an enemy Pack who was at their mercy. In my condition, they could do to me as they pleased and I'd be unable to do anything in return. That was their confidence, but soon, it would be a thing of the past, just like them.
But I wasn't one to give up that easily so after we had journeyed for about two hours, I looked up at their faces to find them fast asleep.
“My chance has finally come,” I said to myself.
Slowly, I dragged myself to a sitting position. Thankfully, I wasn't in chains so I hoped to make my way to the edge of the carriage and jump down before they'd notice.
Yes, I was sure to incur some injuries as the carriage was moving pretty fast. But it was better to have injuries than be locked up in a cage and used for the pleasure of a strange Alpha who harboured so much resentment for Dax and me after everything we had done to him.
Maybe Dax did those but I knew about it and wasn't able to stop him. So I did feel like I did it too and he probably thought so.
I moved, as stealthily as I could towards the edge, making sure to throw a cursory glance just in case but just as I was about to jump off, I felt an overwhelming tiredness engulf me causing me to fall on my back.
I was this close to leaving. Just a little bit of movement and I'd be gone. Yet, I couldn't. The substance that Dax gave to me was pretty strong and the fact that I hadn't eaten made things even worse.
I gritted my teeth bereft of any ideas on what to do next as anger burned deeply inside of me. But I knew exactly what I had to do once I got into the Moon Howl Pack.
I was prepared to endure anything thrown at me. I was ready to take it up the chin without any complaints. Whining was never a solution for anything especially when I had a plan to carry out.
I needed to make them feel like I was weak and very submissive. I had to give them no reason to punish or starve me. I swore to obey them without any questions just so they could feed me and let me heal and regain the strength that I had lost all thanks to Dax.
I promised myself that as soon as I was able to use my powers, even just a little; if only I could access a tenth of my full powers, I'd kill everyone that had a hand in this ordeal of mine.
“I'll start with these morons,” I muttered in my mind, staring at the two men fast asleep in front of me.
Then I'd ensure that I got rid of their Alpha for having the audacity to take me as his slave despite knowing my reputation. He should never have dared that. He should have rejected the deal from the onset but somehow he chose courage.
I did know very well that courage was death’s favourite weapon. Little wonder cowards often lived to tell the tales of the courageous. Soon, I was going to make him one of those stories to be told through the mouth of one of his warriors whom I'll spare just for that purpose.
How dare he treat me like a common toy to be played with? That was the height of embarrassment and I was never one to let such slide.
After killing him, I'd return to my Pack to find that man called Dax who chose to betray a woman who loved him with all of her heart. If only he had chosen to love me or at least, to not pretend to, maybe I could have been everything that he wanted me to be.
I might have been his soldier, fighting wars and crushing our enemies side by side. I might have been his one true Queen whom he loved with all his heart, conquering territories with ease in his quest to expand his influence.
But he chose death and I was eager to give it to him but I never planned to make it that easy. I could never give him what he wanted just like that, not without making him work for it.
As I glared at the men in front of me, I began to make a picture in my head of what I wanted to do to that man.
I wanted to torture him; to inflict so much pain on him that he'd beg for death with all his might.
But I won't give him that. At least, not d first. Not until I've brought that stupid girlfriend of his, whom he lied was his best friend before him to watch him reel in pain like a coward just before I'd let her have her own dose of pain.
Then slowly, I'd take their lives. Hers first and then after watching him suffer the pain of losing his woman, I'll help him out of his misery.
Suddenly, I felt my head spinning and I struggled to breathe. The exhaustion that I felt was so much that I began to lose consciousness.
A few more minutes and I shut my eyes completely. The last thing I saw was the men waking up and rushing towards me.
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As soon as I managed to wake up after being out for quite a while, I held on a bit for my vision to clear up and when it did, I looked around my surroundings in surprise.
I had expected to find myself bundled up in a cage, just like slaves usually were. Dax would always keep them there and torture them until they were broken enough to do as he said at all times.
In all my years in the Palace, I was the only one who didn't break through that treatment after he chose to hurt me for trying to leave the Pack.
But here I was, lying on a fluffy bed. I was shocked to my bones.
I sat up and touched the soft sheets just to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. A gasp escaped my lips when I beheld the size of the room that I was in.
It was huge and its walls were painted white except for the wolf-like at the centre of the wall just behind the large, polished table.
By my right was a huge mirror, shaped like a peacock and towards the foot of the bed was a very beautiful wardrobe with some dresses hung inside.
Unsure of what to make of that, I let my gaze linger a bit longer on the sight in front of me. If I wasn't feeling too tired, I'd have walked across to the table and opened up the drawers to see if I could find any vital information that could help me carry out my plans.
But I was. I was too weak to do much more than turn my neck. Even as I leaned against the headboard of the bed, I felt a strong urge to lie back down.
I was still deep in my thoughts when the door suddenly got pulled and a tall, huge man made his way into the room.
As soon as I set my eyes on him, I knew exactly who he was. The Alpha of the Moon Howl Pack had come to see his prey.
As he walked towards me, I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.
He had no shirt on, so his well-chiselled chest was laid bare for me to see. His curly black hair cascaded down his shoulders as he approached me with poise and grace; the kind that Dax never managed to have.
“Damn it, girl. You have to focus,” I cautioned myself, hoping he didn't notice as I bit down on my lower lip.
The closer he got, the more my heart throbbed until he finally stood beside the bed and gazed upon me with his hazel eyes.
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