Slave To The Alpha

VIOLET

Everything hurts. So, it means I am still unfortunately alive.

Pain is the indication of the unwanted life. Always.I force myself to blink my eyes open. The pain becomes intense. It’s like a chunk of flesh was ripped off my shoulder when that werewolf lunged at me and I was thrown on the hard ground, my head hitting the stones with full force.

Brutal. It’s the usual brutal treatment werewolves are used to giving humans.

It will be an absolute lie if I do say that I am used to pain now. Pain is the only thing you can never get used to. If affects you the same even after years.

My nose flares when I pick up the heavy smell of blood, sweat and urine in the air. My eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust in the little to no light in the dark dungeon.

There is blood everywhere. And there are bodies piled upon bodies, beside me. Some alive.

Most dead. And a few dying.The word personal space or respect to the dead is a joke here. Everyone is thrown over each other, their clothes gone just like their other belongings. Blood drips from everyone's body

Just like mine.

I, too can feel that the surface under me is awfully...fleshy. It’s not hard as a ground, like it’s supposed to be.

I am cruelly and helplessly lying over another human body. This thought alone is enough to make me feel some energy in my body - just enough to help me get away from on top of the poor human crushed under me.

“Do - Don’t move. P - please... * Hearing the plead of the one under me, I pause and go still.

“ Are you hurt? * Such an unnecessary question. I guess it’s just my human instinct to ask such questions.

“I - I think my bones are broken...It hurts more when you m - move.” The young voice chokes in reply.

I can feel some hot liquid getting poured over my arm and I can tell it’s her blood.I look to my right and catch the sight of a girl lying beside me. She is bleeding too. Now, I can say that her blood is smearing over me too.I stay unmoving - too afraid to move and ending up hurting the girl under me.

My eyes stay fixed at the young face beside me. She is blinking lazily. Her eyes seem hazy like she is not even here or not even conscious.

I know the look.

My eyes trail down her naked body, stopping at the sight of gashes under her left breast.

claw marks they are.

She is dying.

sounds from under me and I don’t waste

getting away from

to myself. A corner where there is no body

eyes try to see the same girl again - The girl who was dying on my right side. I could tell she was only fifteen something. Too young to live such

pain - I can only think about it and relish in the feel

eyes, I gulp and clench

monster named wolf as my master instead of asking me to find a

dying to know, but more than all of this, I am turning

and Sylvan?

these questions are distracting me from

I hear metal scrapping against ground and a shiver

shoot open, going straight to my left where I caught glimpse

That’s my first

then, I see three

human yet there is something about them that is so different,

all about the upward curves

smirk after seeing such a sight before them. Only monsters are capable of such a

are turned on in the dungeon, but I don’t dare look at

keep my eyes fixed at the three

from so far away. His hair are the same colour as his eyes. His nose

black eyes. He is looking at everyone in the room with no expressions on his face. He looks unbothered by all of this. His features match the one in centre, almost

on the left side has grey eyes and black hair. He has a smirk on his

eyed one. He

and my eyes land on

smirk on his lips now - something grim is swirling behind his eyes and his stare makes my

the dungeon and make a row outside. We are going to dispose off the rest.” The black eyed man tells all of

man in the centre and

order to survive, I have to do everything they ask of me. That’s the only

towards the door, keeping my

man in