Nathaniel's Point of View

I kept a tight eye on Mackenzie as she slept while I sat in the chair that faced her bed. She remained unconscious and had several bruises. Her eyes and lips were swollen and a deep purplish color as she looked in the mirror. I was at a loss for words regarding how I felt about her.

She was already one of our prisoners, but she was going to be the one and only slave we kept. My brothers, fortunately for her, did not permit any of the male pack members to have their way with her and stopped them from doing so when they attempted to do so. All of the female members of this pack were subjected to sexual harassment and assault at the hands of the male members of our pack, who also engaged in abusive behavior toward them. When it came to Mackenzie, though, things were handled very differently.

The eldest of our brothers, Declan, issued a threatening statement to anyone who dared to touch her, saying that they would be put to death.

He did not provide any additional justification and instead simply stated that she was not available for him to pursue. After that, I had the dawning realization that she was about to cause a commotion very soon. I couldn't shake the feeling that this lady would stir up trouble for our group if she were here.

In the past, if we went on an expedition and brought back a slave, we would take turns trading places with that slave whenever we grew bored.

It was a cruel and inhumane manner for us to give the others "a bone" before they passed away. After some time had passed, it was time to start looking for a new slave.

I couldn't care less. It doesn't bother me in the least if other guys, especially these specific ones, get a taste of our slave. In fact, I welcome it. My feelings toward her were nothing but contemptuous from the minute I first lay eyes on her. When I initially came into contact with her, I had a sudden onslaught of wrath.

I started cursing her as soon as I realized that my inner wolf, Hudson, had a different reaction to her than I was expecting. What Hudson had shared with me about her was so amazing that I had a hard time believing it myself.

-Flashback-

As soon as I heard the mayhem, I said under my breath, "Here we fucking go again." When we were on the quest for a new "pseudo-mate," we never went inside the territory of any pack; instead, we waited outside its limits.

After the Moon Goddess had cursed us, my parents continued what they believed to be an important ritual, despite the fact that it was messed up.

They would swiftly send my brothers and me away whenever we asked them why we were supposed to be cursed, so we were never informed of the reason why we were supposed to be cursed. As a direct consequence of this, we stopped asking questions and eventually began cooperating with whatever it was that they required of us.

What did it all signify in terms of this curse, and how did it come about? It was foretold that neither of us would ever experience real love nor be able to have children of our own.

The rest of my family placed a lot of importance on it, but it didn't really matter to me at all.

My parents had an obsessive obsession with having children of pure blood and then rearing those children in the right way. They had the intention of carrying on the alpha and luna bloodlines so that our pack would continue to be a formidable force.

My failure to meet the requirements of society has prevented me from ever having a romantic relationship or being able to have children.

It seemed to me like a flaw that had been introduced into the werewolf race by the Moon Goddess, and that was the same reason that my parents developed this macabre ritual in the first place: to break the curse. To me, it seemed as though the Moon Goddess had introduced the flaw into the werewolf race.

We would go on a new journey each year with the goal of finding new packs that had daughters as their firstborn offspring and living in a variety of different areas. On the other hand, she should be the product of an authentic alpha and a luna.

It will need a lot of packs in order to fulfill the standards of my parents. Greedy people are the only ones who would act in such a way. As a result, whenever my parents weren't successful in getting their way, they resorted to using force to obtain what they wanted, just as they do now. This continued even after they had children of their own.

"Do you imagine she'll be more lovely than the woman who came before her?" Finley, who is the youngest of us, questioned it.

"Is there a difference that it makes?" I muttered under my breath, "We're all just going to screw her till she dies," which caused him to feel let down.

"Sure, sure. However, if they weren't at least attractive to look at, I'd rather fuck someone who was attractive than someone who wasn't."

He did make a good point, but I didn't give a damn about it. After the fifty-fifth girl, I had reached the point where I was so fed up with these techniques that I didn't want to put even the tip of my dick into any woman any longer.

I only did it because I was forced to in order to satisfy a ridiculous requirement.

This was the one hundredth girl, and I've decided that rather than take part in this insanity, I'd rather go home or hunt a bear.

Declan stated, "She's going to show up."

Our attention was pulled to a young female wolf that was desperately trying to escape from our troops.

She was quick, there was no doubt about that, but not quick enough to outpace even the most sluggish of our fighters. She had no more good fortune.

Almost immediately after that, one of our warriors tackled her to the ground and bit the back of her neck to subdue her before anyone else could stop him from doing so.

She groaned and whined as she attempted to extricate herself from his clutches, but it was clear that she had reached her physical and mental breaking point. The fact that there was blood all over her light gray fur provided strong evidence that she had also been the victim of serious physical abuse.

Because we were there, we saw her fight, pass out, and eventually turn into a human being despite everything she went through.

"Enough!" Declan let out a roar as the warrior continued to make an attempt to bite down on her while she lay almost unconscious on the ground.

The cretinous moron was not hired for the position. Finley laughed and said, "We're not supposed to murder her on the first day; we're supposed to keep her alive."

"Go grab her, Nathaniel," Declan replied.

I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms over my chest, and approached the young she-wolf with an air of hesitation that I was unable to place my finger on.

I crouched down next to her before lifting her over my shoulders, but as soon as her skin made contact with mine, her scent bombarded my senses. I tried to ignore it at first, but eventually I gave in. After that, I hoisted her up onto my shoulders and held her there. After I had finally given her permission to drop to the earth, I became utterly still.

I came to a complete halt in my motions. Her blood had a peculiar look that was much more recognizable than its distinctive odor. My heart started racing as soon as I felt the sensation of her skin against mine. It was something I just couldn't get enough of. It was so unique in comparison to everything else that I had encountered that I instantly felt the agitation of my wild nature.

Mate! Both yours and mine.

Hudson hissed, but I quickly reassured him that it was not possible owing to the curse.

Before I could even begin to comprehend what had taken place, Finley had already arrived.

"Wait, what the hell is going on? I said, "Don't break her yet," He laughed, obviously amused by the way that I responded to her.

He was always able to see the humorous side of every situation, even when he wasn't supposed to.

Declan's repeated command to "Pick her up" caused me to become infuriated.

I had no desire to touch her or inhale her scent once more. The use of the word mate in Hudson culture irritated me. As a direct consequence of this, I glared icily at Declan.

"You effing take her," he said.

Declan took a step toward me and met the intensity of my gaze as we drew even closer together.

Both he and I were aware that the other one of us was not going to back down, so we faced each other while waiting to see who would throw the opening blow in the fight.

Before I could give Declan a blow to the head, Finley uttered the word "Woah."

"What?" Declan pushed me aside so he could pass, and his question was the single thing that made me want to snap his neck more than anything else.

Finley's statement caused me to stare down at the she-wolf once again after it caused me to look at her fragrance. "Aspen enjoyed her scent," Finley added. It was hard for me to imagine that his inner wolf had the same emotions as mine.

When Finley took her wrist and brought it up to his nose, he got the same look that I did when I smelled her, and I knew that meant he felt it too. I knew he felt it because we had the same expression.

What in the name of everything that is holy was going on? What makes this female stand out from the rest?

Mackenzie's Point of View

When I came to my senses after what seemed like an eternity, everything around me appeared to have a foggy quality.

I was in such severe discomfort that every time I moved, even if it was only for a brief period of time, I hissed and moaned in agony.

"Wake the hell up, you sleepyhead!"

As Kingston raged all around me, I had a hard time opening my eyes.

After I had finally been successful in opening my eyes, it took me some time before I was able to focus on the things that were going on around me.

And when I could finally make out what was going on, I was startled to find that I had moved to a different room.

I looked down at my body and observed that the only thing I was wearing was a pair of matching black underwear that was quite thin. I also became aware that several of the cuts and bruises I had sustained looked to be healing at a glacial pace.

What the living hell is going on?

I was in such a state of terror and disorientation that I rapidly attempted to sit up, but I was yanked down down again.

When I looked down at my outstretched arms, I saw that I was chained to the bed I was lying on. I immediately became aware of my predicament.

Shit! Just what is this, exactly?

I pulled as hard as I could, but the chain's bite on my skin only made me whimper. I tried to get free by tugging as hard as I could. I made an effort to disengage myself from the chain.

When I pulled, it seemed like someone was applying fire to my wrists, and the pain was so intense that I couldn't continue. It seemed as if some kind of acid had been added to the chains.

In a normal circumstance, if I pushed hard enough, I would be able to break these shackles. However, I did not feel strong at all, so all I could do was scream for help. In a normal circumstance, if I worked hard enough, I would be able to break these chains.

Nobody is going to come to our rescue. They were successful in killing everyone, right?' Kingston provided a gloomy explanation of the situation.

And it was at that time that the recollection of how my parents had passed away came back to torment me.

Simply thinking about them caused the discomfort I often feel in my chest. I really couldn't believe that they had passed away, especially considering how much they meant to me. They are no longer there.

I did not want to be brought back to any of that, but it was the truth that I needed to confront at this juncture.

I was suddenly struck with anguish and wrath, and as a response, I exerted every ounce of my power to pull on the shackles once more. I felt like I had no control over my emotions.

'Kingston, assist me. We have to take a different approach.

As I kept pulling, I stoked the fire of the wolf that resides within me.

I am putting forth an effort, yet there is something that is holding me back from being successful.

When I felt the scorching sensation for the second time, I managed to keep a muffled scream from escaping my mouth, but I did not stop pulling with all of my effort.

"If I were in your position, I would change my behavior immediately."

I was taken aback when I heard a harsh baritone voice, and because the only part of me that could move was my head, I looked around to identify who it was that had said that. I could only move my head at the time.

My attention was pulled to a man—no, another werewolf—and, and not just any old ordinary werewolf—lounging against the doorframe with his hands crossed and folded across his chest. The werewolf appeared to be in a very relaxed state.

And despite the fact that he gave the impression of being an angel and had a pleasant grin.

He was definitely lovely. His features were sculpted, and he had broad shoulders and biceps that rippled. If I ever touched his face, the angle of his jawline might easily cut my fingers.

Kingston and I were both under the assumption that he posed a threat in every conceivable way.

Even though he gave off the vibe of an alpha, I knew he hadn't quite made it to that level of leadership just yet.

"Look at me." His tone of voice was resonant and icy. I felt a shiver travel down my spine. I had to jerk my head to gaze at him in his full height.

When I finally brought my gaze to meet him, I found that the moment I did so, his eyes completely absorbed my attention and captivated me. Golden brown eyes with a penetrating ability that could penetrate everything.

Even while they weren't as weighty as that, they still managed to pack a significant amount of authority and depth.

The neatness of his mid-fade hairstyle contributed to the overall appeal of his manliness.

He had a physique that was so impressive that even Zeus would be embarrassed by it. He was extremely tall and possessed gigantic muscles.

In my opinion, the fact that he exuded air that was both frightening and comfortable at the same time is an especially risky mix. He gave off an aura.

"Who are you, and what exactly are you going to do with me?" I questioned while quaking and pulling on the chains once again, only to hear a hissing sound that indicated pain.

"Declan. You are aware that I cautioned you against acting in that manner." His only action was to react, after which he went on to proceed farther inside the room.

"Stay as far away from me as you possibly can!"

I offered a warning while striving to sound threatening in the process.

His eyes were devoid of any sign of emotion, but he wore a sneering grin on his face the entire time.

I jerked away out of reaction, but the pain surged back through my wrists and ankles the second I stopped moving. After that, all of a sudden, I became conscious of the fact that shackles even restrained my legs.

As he pulled me back into place, he gingerly stretched both hands and reached out to grab my calves, taking care not to touch the chains in the process.

He continued to keep his hands on my legs as he repeatedly scratched and grazed each bruise and cut with his fingers. I wanted to kick him or jerk away, but the feel of his hands rendered me helpless to take any action. I had the inclination to do either of those things.

As I focused my attention on him, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive because I had no idea what he would do next. I didn't want him to touch me anymore, but I didn't know how to tell him that without making things awkward between us.

"What is the nature of that odor?" Kingston abruptly asked.

But we made the conscious decision not to acknowledge her, listen to what she had to say, or pay attention to what we were smelling and instead opted to ignore her. Both his acts and my reaction to them left me absolutely perplexed and enthralled at the same time.

"Wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was used to covering the chains and soaking them in the substance as well "he remarked before turning his icy eyes to meet mine and my audience's fearful expressions.

Fuck! No surprise, we feel weak and not healing.

After that, he murmured in a hushed tone while making his pledge, "I won't harm you."

The manner in which he communicated with me was calming, somewhat resembling a lullaby or a narcotic that caused one to feel dizzy and lightheaded.

I had the option of saying, "I—I don't believe you," before finally mustering up the strength to jerk my legs in the hopes that he would get the idea.

On the other hand, it was obvious that he wouldn't go through with it. Because before he removed them, he lightly ran them up to my thighs as if he couldn't stop himself and then removed them. This indicates that he is unable to control himself.

"You are using sound discretion by deciding not to believe what I have to say. If you weren't quite so willing to believe any one of us, it would be helpful "I was taken aback when he talked to me in a whispered tone before flashing his friendly smile in my direction, which completely caught me off guard.

Mackenzie's Point of View

If there was any way that I could go back to Cold Bay, Alaska, I would do so without a second's hesitation. On the other hand, the nasty family that took care of me forced me to go back to London since I had no other option.

They did not imprison me in a dungeon or a tower until my death, but it might as well have happened that way because I was more than willing to give up my life rather than conform to what they desired for me to become or do. They did not lock me in a dungeon or a tower until my death, but it might as well have happened that way. Even though they did not put me in jail, it was almost as if that was the outcome of the situation.

Declan approached me as I stood by the entrance to the house. I immediately ducked my head and froze like a scared kitten. Even though his eyes were captivating, I made sure to keep them cast downward so that he wouldn't perceive it as a challenge.

When I looked up, I noticed that he was smiling to himself. He issued the command, "Come with me..." I decided to go with him as he walked away.

He showed me the enormous study room on the second floor. The decor was warm and inviting, and the combination of three distinct aromas struck me as particularly interesting. It had a frantic and yearning quality. There were two new males when I set my eyes down on the couch there. I spotted them. Both of their faces are exactly the same. They are obviously brothers.

A woman was observed standing behind the couch in the room. Her aura revealed to me where she stood in the hierarchy of their pack. She represents Luna.

The Luna remarked, "I'm glad you could make it..." She smirked at me. "Starting today, you are accountable to all of us."

While he was looking alluringly at me, one of the guys licked the corner of his bottom lip. "You are just smoking hot. I want to bind you up and then devour you "he was making threats, but to me, it seemed like a thrilling adventure.

But my body shuddered. I was petrified of every one of them. Those dudes took their time to look at me as if they had already stripped me naked before their eyes.

"What do you say? Is it possible for us to use her as a sex doll? "Another inquired about it. He was animated by the thoughts that were racing through his head, and the very thought of reading them through his eyes gave me chills.

"Mackenzie, you understand them correctly. They are my boys, and they desire you. You are well aware of your responsibilities within this home. And it is so that I can make my sons very happy "remarked the Luna. "Have you made it clear that you will cooperate with anything they decide to do with you? Because this is the work that is expected of slaves by their owners."

It caused me to cry.

In the course of my life, I was never forced to labor like a slave in the home I was raised in. There are none in our possession.

After the deaths of my parents and the other members of my pack, along with the rest of the people, I would now be forced to serve as a slave for the people who were responsible for their killings. Everything that we did was accomplished via cooperative effort. To simplify a lengthy and difficult story into a short one, they intended to use me as both a slave and as a whore for their boys. This was the simplest explanation they could come up with.

They are devoid of any sense of responsibility! How in the name of all that is holy can they act in such a way?

My entire existence was rumbling with the rumblings of a Kingston, and it required a lot of willpower on my part to keep my wolf from going completely berserk and losing control of himself.

I was able to keep my temper in check and refrain from lashing out in wrath, but the fact that I was terrified for my life was the most important thing. Even though I had never even been kissed by a guy, they wanted to take away the one thing I had left, which was my dignity and my innocence. They wanted to take that away from me.

I needed to have it spelled out to me very specifically what it was that they anticipated from me in terms of performance. It was frightening and upsetting beyond anything you could ever fathom in any way.

Why did they not murder me together with the rest of my pack and everyone else as they did to everyone else like they did to everyone else?

As their ability to move deteriorated further and farther, I felt an overwhelming impulse to scream, pull out their hearts, and eat them while they were still alive. After I had torn them into pieces, the next thing I intended to do was to burn what was left of them.

I was vastly outmatched in terms of both firepower and personnel, and despite my best efforts, I was unable to evade capture or flee the scene.

My parents had a far greater capacity than I had to recover from setbacks and go on with their lives. It was impossible for me to be a werewolf due to the fact that I could not move quickly enough and was not vicious enough.

And despite the fact that I held a huge power edge over humans, I was well aware that I would not stand a chance of surviving a fight with any of them.

My gaze was directed downward the entire duration of that time; nevertheless, in my mind, I had already been successful in killing them a million times, losing them a thousand times, and dying a hundred times.

Every time Luna Martha spoke to me and yelled orders at me, I squeezed my fists tighter and tighter until they were nearly closed. As time went on, I saw that the pressure in my fists was causing me to lose blood through my hands.

They were all capable of identifying that distinct odor. It was obvious because their gaze kept wandering to my closed fists while they were concentrating on anything else.

Despite this, Declan's glare was the one that lingered with me the most as the blood streamed down my face. He was the one that made me feel the most helpless. Even though I just caught a glimpse of it in his eyes for a split second, as he licked the inside of his lower lip, I could tell that he was starving.

He turned his torso so that it was facing forward and put his elbows on his knees prior to taking a series of quiet, deliberate breaths. He then began the sequence of breaths. It appeared as though he was attempting to catch a whiff of the smell of my blood, but this was really an illusion.

"Were you present when that took place?" "Have you seen that?" Even the smell of the two of us together makes him happy. Kingston abruptly said.

And yet again, I made the decision to disregard the wolf that lives deep inside of me. It was neither the right time nor the right place to discuss Declan's smell in that context, thus I was unable to do so.

Declan put his hand on my elbow when I was fired, and I was so outraged that I wrenched my arm out of his grasp without even recognizing what I was doing. At the time, I didn't even realize that Declan had his hand on my elbow.

As a result of the way he looked at me, I took a step back in panic, and for a fraction of a second, I was sure that he was going to hit me across the face.

As soon as Declan recognized the voice of the alpha, Nathan, his terror returned. He questioned you and your sibling, saying, "Why don't you and your brother break her today?"

In response, he offered, "Perhaps, but I'd like to ensure that she's running at maximum capacity." After grasping my wrist and hauling me out of his parents' study room, he said, "Between now and then..." without pausing to finish the thought he had started before adding it.

"I'd like to make sure that you understand one thing, Mackenzie. You are now under our control. There were a total of three of us present. You need to pay attention to our advice if you want everything to go off without a hitch." Declan made this assertion in the conversation.

After that, he grabbed my hand and licked the dried blood that was on my wrist. After that, he left. He appeared to be very intent on what he saw in my eyes. It was clear that lust was taking over all of his senses. You won't do this again or I'll break you in front of an audience or behind closed doors, do you understand?" He issued a severe warning.

I did it as swiftly as I could while still dropping my head. I nodded at him.

We persevered and made it to the next room. It had a chilly atmosphere and appeared to be an ordinary room. After that, he confined me inside. I had the impression that it was the new location for me to occupy.

I was standing there, completely astonished, holding the wrist that he had just licked.

At the very least, he did not continue to chain me up and use wolfsbane on me, but those people deserve to be torched to death in hell a billion times over and over and over again!

I was unable to remain seated and found myself wandering around the room while simultaneously conceiving numerous incoherent strategies.

I was so irritated that I marched all the way to the window with my foot stomping. I opened the window by turning the handle slowly and then pushing it open more so that it could be reached.

As soon as it opened, I had a fleeting moment of success, but my elation was short-lived because I discovered that a number of their troops were defending every escape route I could uncover. This brought my mood down considerably.

I seem to recall that they were a sizable pack with a significant number of fierce fighters. Because of this, even if I were to win convincing victories against the people below me, I would only achieve a small amount of progress.

"Shit!"

I threw myself on my bed and couldn't stop thinking about the potential outcomes and the things that might go wrong. Even though I had never met any of these people before, I was aware that every single one of them was cruel and insane.

They were the only ones who were allowed to continue living, despite the fact that they had not earned the right to do so.

After that, my thoughts went to my mom and dad for some reason. I don't remember exactly when I first started crying, but it was probably the night when they went away, or possibly even before.

"You folks are the absolute lowest of the low!" In a fit of rage, I let out a scream into my pillow.

It didn't seem fair to me that my parents would go through something so awful in their final days. I recognized that they had given up on me even if they maintained that they had not.

It didn't seem right to me that I should have been made to become a slave without my will and that I should no longer have a place to call home.

I thought it was unjust that I was as frail as I was, and I also thought it was unfair that this was the life I was experiencing at this point in time.

My rib cage began to constrict, which led to me heaving and crying even more than I had already been doing. Even though I was having difficulties breathing normally, I didn't let it upset me.

I lost track of time as I cried for hours, and I didn't care that my eyes were red or that my face was puffy when I woke up the next morning. If they expected me to have a flawless appearance when their only intention was to use me as their slave, then damn them all.

If they did not like how I seemed to them, then they need to put a stop to my suffering so that we can go on to the next victim.

Absolutely each and every one!

The experience I went through lasted for a significant number of hours. In spite of the fact that I wanted to keep crying, I have no more tears in me.

When I eventually gave in to exhaustion, I clutched my pillow as hard as I could until I fell asleep, as if doing so would give me the strength to face whatever was going to happen in the following moments.