A bite from an Alpha King

Chapter 7: Chains

-Octavia-

I was trying my best to get out of his grip as we walked through the castle, but nothing I did made him loosen his grip on me. As we got to two big doors he forcibly opened them and as they hit the walls it echoed through the long halls that all had a long red carpet running down them. I punched him on his back trying to get free of him.

“Let me go!” I shouted and, unfortunately, my wish was granted.

He almost threw me on the floor as he let go of me. He looked down at me with shiny yellow eyes that scared me. I tried looking around me to find an escape. The room was big with a king-sized bed and a fireplace in front of it on the other side of the room. There were leather sofas and chairs placed at the far end with a lot of liquor standing close to it and a balcony. I guessed the balcony was high up since I could see nothing but a dark blue sky through it. I knew I was trapped. There was no other way but to try and go through the king and I had no chance against him, not when I was practically sweating from exhaustment. I was just so tired and had so little energy. The only thing that kept me going was my stubbornness. I couldn’t show weakness. Not in front of my enemies. My father taught me that and I couldn’t let him down again.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, looking up into his yellow eyes, not wanting to submit to him.

He squatted down in front of me and as I tried pulling my legs close to me, but he grabbed my left one and pulled me close in one quick motion. A small gasp left my lips as I came face to face with him. His strong hand wrapped around my chin and covered some of my jaw. He made sure I couldn’t turn my face from him.

“I will make you submit, Octavia. One way or another you will bow down to me and swear me your loyalty,” he whispered in a dark tone.

I smiled a confident smile, as I looked him in the eyes. “Good luck,” I said in an evil tone before spitting him in the face.

His face grimaced with disgust as he felt my saliva run down his face. I couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape my lips as I watched this. It felt so good feeling a little bit of power over him, but the feeling quickly disappeared as he wiped his face with his free hand and looked at me this time with a deadly glare. I knew a storm now was coming my way. He let go of my face before grabbing me by the neck and pulling me with him through the room. I was hunched over as he kept putting pressure on my neck. My face twisted in pain and I tried fighting him but I was no match for his strength and before I knew it, he swung me around so my back hit a hard wall and the clang noise of chains filled the room. I looked at my wrist as I felt the cold iron lock itself around it. He quickly moved onto my other wrist before I could react and locked that too. Then he went to my ankles and locked them. A low growl came from me as he stood up and towered over me. Again I was locked like a crazy animal that they couldn’t allow to walk around without chains. I tried pulling on them but the chains were made especially to hold werewolves. I stood no chance against them. I gave the king a deadly glare but he just had a confident smile on his lips. Then he leaned closer to me. I felt myself backing away and turning my head to the side, afraid of what he was going to do next. Then I heard yet another lock and as I opened my eyes, the king stood a few steps away looking satisfied at his work. I looked down at myself and at first my eyes didn’t notice anything new, but as I leaned a bit forward I felt the cool iron against my throat. He had put a collar around me! I couldn’t believe it. He treated me like a f*****g dog. A loud growl came from me but the king’s smile didn’t fade.

Serves you right

I could hear my wolf’s voice ring inside of my head. I closed my eyes as her words echoed inside of me. Even she thought I deserved being treated this way. I shook my head trying not to let it affect me, but I could feel I was nearing my edge and it scared me that I knew it was far from over.

“What now?” I whispered as I raised my head and looked at him, as I tried to act tough.

He just shrugged and moved a bit further back until he reached his bed that was placed against the other wall. He sat down and still looked satisfied at me, as I stood chained to his wall just beside the fireplace. His eyes scanned me from head to toe and they were so intimidating I almost felt naked. I couldn’t help but look down at myself, trying to assure myself that I really was wearing clothes. I felt relieved as I saw I did. It was not much, since clothes would make it harder to fight. He could easily tear it to pieces if he wanted and my top sat tightly around my breasts and I wore no bra underneath. I tried assuring myself he wouldn’t have any interest in me that, evolved around anything s****l, but the hungry look he was giving me told me something else. We were mates after all. An attraction to each other was normal but the way he looked at me. It looked like he was ready to eat me.

“What?!” I growled, trying to make him stop looking at me.

He just smiled before standing again. “I got some work to do now,” he said before starting to leave the room, and just as he reached the open doors, he turned around and put a hand up “You. Stay.” He let the words hang in the room before leaving and closing the doors behind him.

I knew the shock that showed on my face was probably priceless to him. My mouth stood open and my eyes were widened. I just couldn’t believe what he had just said! He had ordered me like I was his dog, giving me a direct command to stay in my place. I felt the anger seethe in me as I let the degrading feeling in me take over. I promised myself when I got out of these chains I was going to make him pay for making me feel like his f*****g pet!

Or maybe if you behaved he wouldn’t have to treat you like his little dog

“Urgh. Why don’t you just shut up?!” I growled into the empty room.

And she did, but I instantly regretted it as the silence now was the only thing I could hear. I wasn’t used to a silence like this. It felt like the calm before the storm as I stood in the room and looked around me. I always slept in the forest where there was always a little bit of noise. I couldn’t get used to the overwhelming silence, it was almost scary. My breathing was heavy and I could feel my heart beat like crazy. What was going on? I closed my eyes as I leaned my head against the wall. I was so tired I couldn’t even try to understand this unreasonable fear. Was I becoming somehow paranoid like my father? I had always thought he was a very brilliant man but it was no secret he had his crazy moments. He would always sleep with a knife in his hand if he ever slept, of course. Whenever he tried to relax, he always had a drink in his hand. Sometimes he would ramble to himself talking about people coming for him. I knew many of the pack members were uneasy around him, but I was never afraid. I knew he was never going to hurt me and it was like whenever he saw me he came back to normal. Like I was his only link to his normal self. But his paranoia wasn’t without reason. In the end, someone did actually come for him and now I was chained in his bedroom and only the Goddess knew what was coming for me. I shook my head as I let myself glide down the wall. The chains were barely long enough for me to sit on the floor and the collar almost choked me, but I was too tired to stand. I kept my eyes closed and soon darkness came for me.

-Valerio-

My fingers tapped on my desk as I thought of Octavia chained in my room. I liked seeing her that way. She was completely at my mercy and we both knew it. The power feeling overtook me and I couldn’t help but stand and admire it. It was degrading for her. It was very clear and when I gave her that dog command I could see she was shocked. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about it. I knew it wouldn’t take long to break her now. This was a hard blow to her ego. It would have been that to anyone. Being treated like an animal in that way would make anyone bow down in the end to make it stop, because slowly they would embrace those animalistic ways and they would hate suddenly feeling themselves lose themselves to their animal side. It wouldn’t be long before Octavia was almost eating from my hand. I didn’t know why it felt so good imagining her bowing before me, but I just loved thinking of her submitting. I licked my lower lip as I saw her chained before me. It was the first time I had actually put the effort into looking at her completely. When she was chained in front of me so she couldn’t go anywhere, I could actually get a good vision of her body. She was very strongly built considering she probably hadn’t been fed, probably for a while. Her whole body was nothing but muscles, but not in an overwhelming way, so she looked like a body builder. She had this long black raven hair that was done in a long braid. It was a bit messy now since she hadn’t had the time to take care of it and small locks had gotten loose. The short black shorts she was wearing sat just perfectly, barely covering her round ass and her top that only covered her big breast was stretched as it was too small for her and her n*****s could be seen through it. She was wearing black gloves that only covered her palms and ended below the fingertips and dirty black boots. She was quite sexy, I had to admit that and my wolf was craving her, but she was like a rose. Very pretty but only to look at. If you tried to touch her, her thorns would cut you and make you bleed.

“Too bad,” I mumbled to myself.

It really was too bad she wanted me dead or she wouldn’t have been chained to my wall but to my bed instead and those small clothes would have been ripped from her body. I smiled shortly before I remembered that even if she hadn’t been my enemy it would still only be a fantasy. I still had a promise to fulfill and tomorrow Selene and her father would come to my castle to discuss our mating ceremony. I sighed as I thought of tomorrow’s dinner. I still had to explain to them about Octavia and I would have to assure them that she wasn’t going to be a problem. It was going to be hard. Alpha Michael knew better than anyone at that table what it meant having a mate. Selene's mother hadn't been his real mate, but they still had shared a bond and it was only a few years ago that she had died. So, he knew what it meant losing one. Selene, his daughter, was a very beautiful woman. Many males had made very generous offers for her but she had been promised to me for a long time. Michael wanted her to be my queen and he believed she couldn’t be safer than by my side. Yet I wasn’t so sure of that. Just because I sat on the throne didn’t mean it was secured. I had destroyed the council of alphas who had turned their backs on my family, but there were still a few members out there that had gone into hiding and I didn’t know if they would stay that way or come to kill me one day. I knew it was best to find them and kill them before they tried to kill me. So the place by my side wasn’t the safest place but I was going to make sure nothing happened to Selene. She was going to be easy to control and there was nothing bad with having such a beautiful queen that I knew many males would be jealous not to have as theirs, since she was soon off the market. Yet my mind was playing tricks on me because it wasn’t Selene with her golden hair and blue eyes I saw, but a female with strong raven black hair and piercing silver eyes. I shook my head trying to erase that image. Octavia was not going to control my mind. I had to make sure our bond wasn’t going to be the end of me. Perhaps this training I was going to put Octavia through was some sort of training for both of us. I was going to have to learn not to let the bond and want to mark her take over me and she was going to learn to treat me with respect and let go of her ridiculous idea of killing me.

I knew it was best not to dwell on my thoughts anymore. So I looked over my desk overlooking all the paper work I still had to do. I sighed and felt myself trying to gather the strength to do it, but my eyes landed on one of the dark brown journals with the name Xavier written on it. I still had a lot to go through, since the man documented every important moment throughout most of his adult life. It was quite interesting to look into the mad man’s thoughts. It wasn’t all madness. Something was clearer than others. He had had an eventful life and he had been very smart from what I had learned from the journals I had already gone through. How he was a part of building the council and the rebellion against the royal family, but those weren’t the only things he had experienced or been a part of. He also wrote about his past and how his father had lost a fight against his uncle for the right to be alpha and Xavier had been exiled. He wrote about his hardships and what he had gone through as he grew up in no man’s land. He was always on the run but he had been smart from birth. He easily tricked the rogues that chased him and was good at hunting and making traps. He always made sure he was occupied so he wouldn’t go mad from the loneliness and he wrote many times how he was going to claim his father’s pack from his uncle. I still hadn’t read about how he did that, but maybe that was why the journals were so tempting. I wanted to know more about him. Also, how he met Zane’s mother. I didn’t really remember anyone mentioning her. Almost as if she seemed insignificant. I knew he had to mention her in his journals. I just didn’t know where. I was jumping back and forth in them since it wasn’t clear what number was what. He never wrote that but, of course, he knew his way around his own thoughts or maybe not. The newest of them I wasn’t able to read. It was mostly repeated words or just scribbles that didn’t really make sense, but it did show how far he went. How lost he was in his own mind, but I was unsure what really drove him into his madness. His paranoia, of course, was a huge factor and, in the end, became his doom. His own pack was uncomfortable around him and they didn’t want a mad alpha ruling them and no one wanted a king who had lost his mind. So no one really minded that I ended his life. Almost no one at least. There still was one loyal person to him left in this world.

“Octavia,” I heard myself say.

She had been more loyal to him than his own blood and even after his death she was still his loyal daughter. I wondered how long she was going to stay that way. I might make her bow to me, but breaking her undying loyalty to the only father she had known might be a bit harder than I thought. The Silver Howlers weren’t alive anymore either. So I couldn’t even offer her to get to know her real father, even if I could somehow find him. I rubbed my chin as I thought of this. Maybe there were still some Silver Howlers out there. Zane believed Octavia was just another rogue child. He was, of course, too young to even know about The Silver Howlers, but his father knew what she was. That was the reason he had taken her in, but maybe she wasn’t the only one.

I mind linked Evan. If anyone was going to be able to locate some kind of clue to The Silver Howlers, it was him. He might be quiet in our meetings, but he was one hell of a tracker and a real brainy guy. It didn’t take him long before he knocked on my office door and I told him to enter. He placed himself a few steps from my desk and in the center of the room. He placed his hands behind his back and he bowed his head a little. He always did this when he stood alone before me. It was a sign of true loyalty.

“My alpha,” he said in a respectful tone.

Only people close to me were allowed to just call me alpha. Usually my men only did it when it was only the two of us and it suited me fine. There was no use for such strong formalities when it was just the two of us and it reminded me that I wasn’t just a king but also an alpha to a pack.

“I need you to locate something for me,” I said.

Evan lifted his eyes, looking at me instead of the floor, and nodded.

“Find anything you can on The Silver Howlers. Their family tree. The last time they were seen alive. Every alpha and luna, who has ever been mentioned. Every battle they have ever won. Everything!” I said.

Evan’s eyes scanned me to see if I was pulling some sort of weird prank on him as I mentioned The Silver Howlers, but I was deadly serious.

“My alpha, they are all dead,” he said, thinking this sentence was enough to show me he didn’t understand why I would want to dig up something so far into the past.

“I am aware,” I said, not wanting to explain further. “Will that be a problem?” I asked as I folded my hands in front of me.

Evan quickly shook his head, not wanting to disrespect me by saying anymore.

“Good. Then you better get to work,” I said as I waved him away.

He nodded before turning around and walked out of the office. I leaned back as I thought of what Evan might dig up. What if he really found something? Did that mean a new threat? Was The Silver Howlers somehow rebuilding themselves? I felt a bit uneasy about this thought. If they really were trying to get back to power, how many were they? If they found out Octavia existed, would they then come for her? I felt myself growl just at the thought of someone taking her away, but I quickly forced myself to stop. Feeling ownership over her was a strong sign of a mated male. I couldn’t let that happen. I just had to make Octavia bow before I might find myself bowing to her.