Candance's POV

When my father, who has since passed away, would often tell me that I was to blame for my mother's death, it was the first time I ever experienced the feeling of guilt that comes along with it. As my mother passed away while giving birth to me, the other members of the pack made it a point to tease me about how I was to blame for the loss of my father.

Even Dahlia was feeling downcast and miserable. She had a deep-seated hatred for him because of what he had put us through. Even though he was still our father, she was saddened by his dying because he was still a part of our family.

Chloe was oblivious to the events transpiring around her and was unconcerned about the passing of her grandfather. She had only recently discovered that she had a grandmother who had passed away; her grandfather had been an absolute stranger to her and hardly recognized even her name.

My fingers went numb from the constant kneading of the flour, and after I had thrown away the delicious pancakes that I had produced, the other members of the pack unexpectedly said that they wanted British meat pies and scones. They were unsuccessful, but I was going to order the pancakes anyhow so that my daughter and I could have them later.

I made a concerted effort to keep my mind on polishing the dough rather than allowing feelings of melancholy and loss to get in the way of my work.

As soon as I removed my hands from the dough and looked at the stove, I noticed that the meat pie filling I had been preparing had caught fire. After swiftly turning off the burner, I grabbed the hot pot, but my hands quickly became burned, so I dropped it as soon as possible. It fell to the ground with a clanking sound, and its contents spilled out into the ground.

When I lost my balance and fell to the ground after taking a blow to the back of my head, my face fell upon a pot that had been burned. I yelled out in agony as the pain spread across my face. The searing pain of agony was experienced.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" / "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was yelled at and dragged up by someone who grabbed my hair and called me a "bitch."

That turned out to be Jasmine, the mate of the Beta. Another individual who made an effort to make my life difficult and whose harshness appeared to have increased as a result of my pregnancy.

She glared at me and growled, "What else are you good at besides spreading your legs?" charring the fillings of the pork pies?"

I screamed, "Let me go, Jasmine!" but it was hard for me to get her hands off of me since she was holding me so tightly. As she smacked me across the face once more, the pain in my skin was excruciating.

She was furious with me and cried, "How dare you talk to me like that! Are you aware of how much money meals may cost? No no, you don't! You are in such a pitiful state that you are unable to purchase dreck! She continued,

I fell onto the poured filling as a result of her pushing me, and she said, "Wait till the Alpha finds about how you wasted and burned food."

"Give me permission to take care of this whore!" Dahlia let out a hiss.

When I yelled, "Dahlia, stop," I could feel her canines and claws erupting as she aggressively gained possession.

She yelled, "Stupid bitch!" before lunging at Jasmine, who appeared frightened and stunned by her attack.

She was about to launch a claw assault at Dahlia's face when she was suddenly thrown off her feet. Dahlia's attacker.

I was in excruciating pain, and she was shrieking as she hit the well. I was quickly able to recover authority.

The Beta, Louie, was standing in front of me and directing an angry gaze in my direction. I was lifted into the air by as I spoke in a meek manner while being dominated by his aura. After that, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and he exerted a forceful pressure on them while his claws sliced into my skin. I was able to make out the rage in his eyes as he bellowed, "How dare you damage my partner?"

I overheard Jasmine making a moaning sound as if she was in pain and saying, "She pushed me so hard, what if the baby is hurt?" Oh my god, I am so terrified that I have hurt myself.

His partner's comments, as well as the fact that the infant was brought up, appeared to incite his fury. I was dragged out of the kitchen and led outside of the packhouse while he made the following comment: "I will deal with you before Alpha ever gets back."

I was dragged out of the kitchen and brought outside to the rouges' torture facility, which was located outside the packhouse. While I was being brought there, Chloe yelled after me, "Mummy...mummy...where are you going?" As she ran away from the location where she had been playing by herself, she pleaded with someone to "please just leave her alone."

"Move out of the way, you dog!" Beta Louie yelled as she kicked and knocked over my child, causing her to land on the ground on her back. This time, I cried a lot as I watched her get humiliated in such a manner, and it broke my heart. I was powerless to console her, and even after he removed me from the room, I could still hear her crying out for help.

He shoved me inside the cage that resembled a box and slammed the door behind us with a resounding bang. I was tied to a chair and positioned in that position. Although this wasn't the first time I had been here, I wasn't concerned about the punishment that he would inflict upon me because I was well familiar with it. On the other hand, due of the venom that shone in his eyes, I couldn't help but be a bit frightened about what he would end up doing to me.

He rapped his knuckles and looked at me for a little period before saying with a sneer, "I don't think we should use the chair." He then cracked his knuckles again. As he loosened the straps, he mumbled something about "after I am done with you." He hissed at me, "You will be sorry that you were born."

As he grabbed me and led me there, I could make out shackles and chains dangling from the top bar of what appeared to be a high jump post.

With a growing sense of dread in my chest, I questioned, "What are you going to do?" This has never been done to me, nor have I ever seen it done to anyone else.

He instructed me to stand underneath it and continued by saying, "You'll see." He picked up some gloves from a neighboring table that also contained a variety of instruments of torture.

As he placed the gloves on and grabbed up my right hand, the cuff that was wrapped around it was being tightened, and I let out a cry of anguish. The fact that the cuffs were silver let me immediately comprehend the rationale for his decision to wear gloves.

After that, he beamed with pleasure when the second hand was successfully fastened to the subsequent silver cuff, which caused the expression of agony on my face to contort. He made his way over to the whips and picked one of them to begin his self-flogging.

I was caught between the burning sensation caused by the silver shackles on my hand and the impact of the whip on my back, which had silver spikes embedded in it. The shackles on my hands were causing the burning sensation. I bit down on my screams in an effort to deny him the satisfaction, but it only made both my misery and his torment worse. I was the one who was in worse shape. I had exhausted all of my options.

"Would it be all right if I did?" Dahlia asked

Sure, thank you, I replied while grinning to myself inwardly.

My recovery was being helped along by Dahlia, and I could feel the wounds on my back beginning to heal and the blood leaving my body as they did so. I didn't think the Beta would care because the Alpha was the one who told me not to heal myself while he was humiliating me. I didn't think the Beta would worry.

Beta Louie hissed at him and asked, "How dare you?" Did you just put an end to the pain? This time, the whip broke, but it did not land on my back. I shrieked out in anguish as it landed on my torso and whipped across my breast as it said to me, "You appear indestructible."

"I will break you," he threatened as he approached me from behind the table, took a syringe from his pocket, and stabbed it into my leg in order to inject its contents into my body. "I will break you!" I could feel my body weakening, and I became increasingly uncoordinated in all of my limbs. When a second syringe was inserted into the other one of my legs, I had the same reaction, but it was considerably worse. It consisted of silver as well as wolfsbane. As the liquid worked its way through my body, I felt a wasting away of my limbs and a dulling of my senses. I was helpless to put up a fight; I couldn't even feel Dahlia's presence. After stabbing me in the stomach, he twisted the knife in my stomach, which caused me to scream out in pain.

He then took the knife from its sheath, moved it back to my thighs, and said, "Let's see you heal yourself now." After that, he let out a hearty laugh. He tore off a piece of my skirt and then began drawing on the area of my skin that was visible. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even attempt to read what he had written, and I had no idea what he had written.

He stabbed the knife into my thighs once again while I struggled to keep my eyes open, my breathing became more rapid, and I noticed that blood was running down both of my legs.

He jerked my face up and said, "I don't know why you are still maintained in this pack." While he was doing this, he seized my jaw between his fingers. He continued, saying, "Lie ought to have gotten rid of you a very, very long time ago."

He barked, "Both you and that worthless mutt ought to be kicked to the curb." So you went ahead and had a child, and you had the audacity to pretend that it was his.

I pleaded with you in a feeble manner, "Let my child out of this." There is no need for you to hold a grudge against her.

He punched me in the face and said, "Bold of you to believe that you can talk back at me!" as he left the room. He drew a long line with the knife down my sides and said, "Because you have a cursed mutt for a child, that is the reason why you wish to hurt my child and my partner."

As he thrust the knife into my sides, I let out a scream from the pain.

It was necessary for me to implore Beta Louie to "please, please." I pleaded for pardon because I could not bear the amount of suffering any longer. He gave me an evil grin and muttered, "I believe I have had enough with you," before hurling the knife away and removing the handcuffs from his wrists.

While I was falling, my head hit the ground, and I immediately started crying.

He yelled at me while kicking me hard and told me to make sure I got back to the packhouse in time to make supper for everyone and to be at Jasmine's side to tend to her needs. "Make sure you get back to the packhouse in time to make dinner for everyone!"

When he emerged from the torture cell and abruptly shut the door behind him, I was startled. As he walked away, I was lying in a pool of blood, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of there alive.

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When she flung the dish at me, I dove to avoid it, and it smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces.

She wailed and exclaimed, "I don't want anything!" As she proceeded to insult me, I began to tremble out of dread that the Beta would re-enter the room and punish me for disturbing his mate. "That stinks fucking nasty, hell, it smells as bad as you."

Today, he was responsible for my injuries, and I was still bleeding and in pain all over my body.

I was able to escape the torture chamber and find my way back to the packhouse. As soon as I got there, I went straight to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, all the while being ridiculed and teased by the other members of the pack about how I looked, why beta didn't kill me, and why I shouldn't be putting blood in their food.

I had accomplished my goal of making their dinner without being smacked or suffocated. I was also able to escape the kitchen without being discovered by the warriors, who, if they had caught me, would have used me for the entirety of the night as was their tradition.

I halted my movement and stood in front of Jasmine as she moaned. She made it clear that she wanted a certain dish, which I prepared for her, and now she was moaning that it had an unpleasant flavor.

I staggered into the kitchen as I heard her cry, "Go prepare some soup for me right now!" and she demanded that I do it for her. I finished it up in a hurry and handed it over to her. When she glared at me while accepting the meal, I waited for her to give me instructions while I waited for her to accept the food.

"Get away!"

In response to her comments, I exited the area she was in and went into the kitchen. I was in charge of finishing the dishes and cleaning up the messes that the other members of the pack had made. After I had finished for the day, I made my way down to the basement while still carrying the pancakes that I had planned on selecting earlier.

Since I hadn't seen Chloe since we left the institution where people were being tortured, I believed that she was probably in the basement with Fluffy playing. After arriving at my destination, I went inside. The object I was holding gave way as I let out a piercing shout in response to the scene that I saw, and then it plummeted to the ground.

Candance's POV

I approached her and yelled, "No!" as tears streamed down my cheeks. What I was seeing was unbelievable.

Chloe lying on the ground, dazed and soaked in her own blood. I knelt beside her and pulled her up.

"What happened, baby?" I inquired. "How did you end up?"

"It's the Beta," she coughed, spitting blood from her lips. It happened when he kicked me."

I kept my mouth shut. I dashed over to the mattress and threw her down. I couldn't take her to the pack doctor because we couldn't enter a hospital and I couldn't heal her on my own.

I brushed her blonde hair to the side and touched her face as I noticed her face become paler as she became weaker and coughed up spurts of blood. When I removed her top, I noticed a gash-like wound on her torso.

"How could he have harmed our pet in this manner!" shouted Dahlia.

"First, we need to find a way to heal her, and I don't know what to do," I informed Dahlia, "so please calm down."

Dahlia stayed silent for a long time, and I turned my gaze to Chloe. She suffered numerous sicknesses since she relocated at the age of three. She turned out to be a silver wolf like myself because, unlike her, I had not gone through premature shifting, which had considerably debilitated her owing to the difficult shifting process.

"That's all there is to it! Encourage her to talk to her wolf to help her heal; I'm confident it will work!" Dahlia made a remark.

I agreed with Dahlia and reared Chloe.

"Baby," I said to her as I leaned her up against the wall.

She said gently, "Yeah, Mama," adding, "I feel so wobbly. Is it possible that I will perish? "Will I get to meet Grandma?"

"No, baby," I wept, shaking my head in astonishment at her words. You're not going to perish. You'll be living for me. You'll be OK."

"The Beta's mate said I was going to die," she grumbled.

"No, darling, you won't," I murmured, taking her face in my hands. I'd like you to do something special for me, sweetie."

I smiled at her, remembering how clever she was for her age and how I knew she could do it.

"I want you to tell Calla to help you recover," I told her. Calla, I want you to talk to your wolf."

"OK, mum, but Calla appears to be as tired as I am."

"I want you to try so you don't feel fatigued any more."

She nodded before speaking quietly to her wolf for a while. I quickly noticed her exerting herself, which indicated that she was attempting to recuperate. When I raised her shirt to examine the wound, I noticed that it was gradually healing. My face lit up with a smile.

"You did it, you both did it," I said playfully, shaking her cheek. Now I'd like you to cough to see if there's any blood." She did, but there was no blood to be found.

You're alright, baby, I said her as I hugged her tightly.

I'm hungry, she said, smiling and nodding toward me.

"Honey, I don't think there will be food tonight," she replied, and my face fell. I turned to inspect the squashed pancakes on the floor, but they were unpalatable.

"I got it, mummy," she murmured as she plopped down on the bed. "I'm going to bed right now." Well, I'll get you some food tomorrow."

"And one day we will live in a beautiful house with plenty of food and maybe I can get a daddy, it will be wonderful and we will be happy," she nodded and grinned, exposing the gap left by her missing teeth.

Despite the grime on her face and the shredded, bleeding clothes she wore, she appeared to be an angel.

I kissed her on the cheek and murmured, "Go to sleep, child," as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

As I sat down next to her, I crossed my hands over hers, hoping to get some sleep as well.

I couldn't sleep that night since I could tell Dahlia wasn't at comfortable. She was feeling worried and enraged at the same time. I got out of bed because I wanted to chat to her.

"What's the matter, Dahlia?"

"I have a feeling something is going to happen," she exclaimed.

"I don't comprehend you".

"First and foremost, I'm angry that that moron Beta nearly murdered my baby, and secondly, I'm afraid because I have a feeling something horrible is about to happen."

"Let's go to bed, Dahlia."

"I'm thirsty; let's get some water," she said.

I smirked at her and rose to my feet. I looked around to make sure Chloe was asleep before exiting the basement to get water.

I threw away the water bottle and began to leave the kitchen, happy that I hadn't run into anyone, when I felt the Beta's hand wrap around my neck.

"Are you trying to steal something?" he asked in my ear. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

"Please let me go," I shook.

"What if I say no and kick you to the ground like I did that small one of yours?" he laughed.

That's all there is to it!

Dahlia snarled, "Let me at the bastard!" when Chloe was mentioned.

I didn't fight her this time because she took the initiative. Her canines became longer as her claws developed.

She grabbed the Beta's hand and began twisting it. He screamed in agony and shock. Dahlia pushed him to the ground, then pounced on him and cut his face with her claws, leaving bloody lines in the process.

He growled, releasing his powerful aura, and forcibly pushed her away from him. Dahlia promptly retreated as we reached the wall, and I recovered control. I tried to get to my feet and leave, but he materialized in front of me and grabbed me, barking, "I'm taking you to the Alpha."

"No! Please!" I cried as he dragged me to Alpha's quarters and up the stairs.

I noticed Thomas the Alpha standing outside the door, so I assumed the beta had already mind linked him.

"What did she do now?" he rolled his eyes.

In front of the Alpha, he hurled me to the ground, calling me "your useless mate." "I did it!" He pointed to his own face.

"I'm sorry," I wept.

"Go in the room and strip!" hissed Alpha Thomas.

I got to my feet and walked into the room, fumbling with my clothes.

"I'll take it from here," he said as he entered the room and slammed the door behind him.

As he approached, I turned to face him and exclaimed, "Oh dear, you're really in for it!" before he jumped on me.

I was bleeding everywhere and between my legs when he got off and reached for the whip. When the cold air touched over my skin, I shook.

He made fun of me and said, "Oh my dear, are you cold?" before beating me repeatedly. He seemed to like it more the more I yelled in pain.

The agony was unbearable, so I begged him, "Please Alpha," and "Just kill me." I had given up hope of enduring it any longer.

"Kill you and give you an easy end to your suffering?" he joked as he approached me on the floor. No way, honey, I'm not going to do that." "Worthless slut," he snarled after pulling one of my folded legs out and reading what Beta had scrawled with the knife. He smiled when he read the words on the next leg.

He looked at me with cloudy eyes, making me wonder what kind of agony he would face next. I suffocated.

"Get out of bed and stretch."

To prevent further aggravating him, I hopped up as soon as I could on my unsteady legs and lay down on the bed. I was lying there, my face pressed against the sheets. I wailed in agony as soon as I felt a knife enter my back.

He was writing on my already open back wound. I had no idea what he was chopping. Only when the pain became unbearable did I begin to cry. I was so exhausted that I couldn't even yell.

"I notice you aren't screaming in pain, I guess this doesn't hurt enough," I said as he stabbed the knife into my back. He pulled out the knife and resumed the violence.

"Just kill me already!" I yelled in agony.

"No, I've got one more surprise for you."

I heard the door open and someone enter before I recognized the voice within.

"Mummy."

Chloe was present.

When I raised my head to look at her, she was starring at me and the man she didn't realize was her father. She was standing in the room, as usual, cuddling fluffy.

"What are you going to do to her?" I yelled, since I didn't want him to kill her like he did my father.

He smiled and pulled her over, saying, "She's going to join us in the fun."

She stayed there, staring at me as though she required my approval.

"I said get here, you mongrel!" he said as he walked over to her and slapped her across the face. I had to act quickly as she sobbed. I got out of bed, took a syringe from the bedside shelf, and moved over to stab him in the neck.

He scowled at me and exclaimed, "Bitch!" as he realized what I had done.

He was already more vulnerable, so I wasn't going down quietly.

"I'll finish you right this second," he said as he slammed me against the wall.

"Leave her alone!" Chloe exclaimed as she raced up to us and slammed his knee. I reached for the bedside light, lifted it, and slammed it into his skull as he turned to face me again after kicking her away.

Before falling, Alpha Thomas thumped the earth.

I quickly grabbed Chloe and dashed out of the room. I staggered into the basement with her in my arms, having neglected to dress. The chilly air searing my wounds made me hiss in pain.

As soon as I arrived, I put Chloe to bed and began loading the sack with all of our belongings. We had to depart before Alpha Thomas awoke since we were out of time." Finally, someone is fleeing!

Dahlia laughed.

"Dahlia, please stop from being caustic at this moment; we must depart promptly. "Are you capable of healing?"

“No! Despite our dire circumstances, we can deal with the wounds."

I finished collecting our possessions, put on a plain gown, and grabbed Chloe.

"Where are we going?" she said as we crept out of the pack house.

"We're going far away from here, sweetheart," I answered, knowing we were still on the pack grounds as we successfully navigated the dense woodland after leaving the home. We continued walking after eluding the patrol men, getting closer and closer to the borders.

When we were almost there, I threw Chloe and the luggage across the border.

I crouched to her level and looked at her sorrowful eyes and tiny hands clutching fluffy.

"I need you to change into your Wolf, and I need you to let Calla take control," I pushed. "I need you to do something for me, baby."

"Are we going?"

"Yeah, sweetie, we are."

"And when we have a big house, food, and a father, we'll be happy."

I didn't want to dampen her spirits, so I nodded. We had no choice but to run, even though I had no idea where we would find refuge or what the rest of the world had in store for us.

When she dropped the fluffy, I helped her sit down on the floor.

"You need to focus and let Calla speak, okay?"

After nodding, she sat down. Soon after, she began to shift, her small claws showing pale silver fur and canines.

She wasn't yelling as loudly as she had been in the past, and soon a beautiful pup with silver fur was standing on all fours in front of me.

"Calla," I answered with a smile.

"I did it!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

I stood up and smiled at her before doing what I was supposed to do.

It was time for me to do my job, so I stood up and smiled at her.

Afterwards I felt as if all relationships and connections had been cut. "As an omega in your pack, I, Candance Mitchell, accept your rejection." If Alpha Thomas and I want to go rogue from now on, so be it."

I swiftly transformed into a wolf and handed Dahlia the reins. "Choose fluffy Calla," she murmured, approaching the sack and putting it in her mouth.

Calla treated fluffy similarly.

"So, we're doing this?" Dahlia was questioned.

"You're absolutely correct."

Following that, we dashed towards the forest while crossing borders.

We were outlaws.

We went a little further and came across a clearing.

"We need to spend the night here," Dahlia told me, "because if we walk any further, we might collapse."

"All right, Calla is exhausted."

We were about to fall asleep when we heard bushes rustling, and I could feel Dahlia's anxiousness rising again.

"Calm down, Dahlia," I hissed, recognizing what was going on.

Six large wolves sprang out of the bushes, and I knew they weren't rogues. They resembled skilled pack warriors and were enormous.

"What are we going to do?" Dahlia was the one I asked.

"I don't know, it appears that they are out to kill," Dahlia felt a whiff of something as she moved backwards to cover Calla from them. A wonderful smell. That satisfied us and smelled delicious.

Could it be?

A massive black wolf charged in front of us, putting himself between us and the warriors. It was the biggest wolf I'd ever seen, and his fur glistened in the moonlight.

It turned to us, starring at us with those gleaming black eyes, and it was as if the world stopped for a second before Dahlia whispered the word I never expected to hear.

'Mate'

Candance's POV

Mate? I questioned myself as I saw the large black wolf looking intently at us and sniffing him while he did so.

Mate! Dahlia rushed over to him with a happy expression on her face and her tail wagging.

No, Dahlia! She needed to get closer to him because he was far taller and larger than we were, so she did so by walking closer to him and nuzzling his neck with ours. I made an effort to stop her, but it was too late; she had already reached the person she was going after.

Sparks! When our furs came into contact, Dahlia let out a satisfied purr, and I could sense the wolf tensing up as well as the other warriors roaring in our direction.

The gigantic wolf barked at us, which caused us to quake in fear and run away from him. "Get down, you scumbag!"

What exactly is going on here? He is a companion for us! Dahlia wailed; does he dislike us? What's going on again, Candance?

I said to her, "I don't know," as I watched his dark house erupt in wrath as I was watching it myself. Dahlia retreated as he snarled at us, and as his growls became more threatening, he began to pace menacingly in the direction of where we were standing.

When he stopped moving and appeared to be having a struggle within himself, he was very close to us and had surrounded us close to a tree when he did so. "Shift, you mutt!" he yelled angrily.

Dahlia barked at him despite the powerful aura that emanated from him. She was not intimidated.

What is it exactly that you are doing? To challenge him? He intended to kill us all. I went after her because I believed that he would have an exceptional amount of strength and that challenging him would give the impression of playing Russian roulette with one's life. I had never before been exposed to an atmosphere like that.

He growled at us once more, "Shift!," and walked away. I obediently took control of Dahlia and transformed into my human form after doing so. I made an effort to conceal both my face and my nakedness from him as he looked at me, but I was aware that the other wolves in the area were unable to see me since he was blocking their line of sight to me.

He said, "Your face! It's something I need to see!"

I subtly removed my hands as I saw his eyes travel all over my body while he was looking at me. The knowledge of how my body seemed made me feel like an extremely defenseless and vile person.

Dahlia let out a scream of despair, "He doesn't want us.

I let Dahlia know that nobody is interested in having us around.

"Take a step back!"

Once he had turned his back on me and continued to bark, I reverted to my wolf form out of tremendous resentment for the way he had treated me. It dawned on me. Since the beginning of our relationship, Alpha Thomas has maintained that I am both unattractive and unpleasant to look at.

If I had been attractive and had skin that was smooth and free of scars, then Alpha Thomas would have wanted me and treated me well. Even the person I was living with at the time, whose name I didn't know, would have done it. If I had been more appealing to him, he never would have treated us as if we were some sort of freak and shouted at us.

While we were all watching, Calla sped up to where we were and joined us just as the gigantic and beautiful black wolf returned to what appeared to be the other members of his pack. As he got closer to them, everyone except one of them bent their heads.

Because the wolf appeared to be so lithe and white, I was able to determine that she was a female. She went up to him while she was pranced, and as she touched paws with him, and he nuzzled her, Dahlia and I were overcome with feelings of jealousy and hurt. After that, it seemed as though she was smiling as she walked away.

During the time that he stood there, they seemed to be connected in some way; eventually, they nodded and started coming closer to us.

Before howling, running to the other side of the forest, and disappearing into the night, the enormous black wolf turned to take one last look at us before leaving. He did not understand.

The white wolf yapped at us and said, "You are coming with us, you scumbag!" Dahlia tried to hide, but her efforts were fruitless. They threatened us by saying, "Move back just one more time, and I will put an end to you and that pitiful-looking puppy of yours," as they moved closer to where we were standing.

Calla whimpered as she crept around below us in the shadows.

We didn't make any further progress either forward or backward. They came up to us and immediately started shouting orders for us to move; we had no choice but to comply with their demands and follow them blindly as they led us in a direction that we did not comprehend.

We walked for a considerable amount of time, and during that time, the night just became worse. However, it seemed as though these wolves had not even been through a particularly taxing journey by their appearance alone. We never halted for a moment to relax.

Dahlia exerted her best efforts to keep up with them. As she chased after them, she began to experience a loss of strength and developed scratches on her paws from stepping on thorns. She was unable to keep up with them. When she stepped on another thorn, the excruciating pain caused her to howl.

When the same white she-wolf turned to face us, she barked at us and said, "Move, you mutt!"

11

Calla was unhappy with the reprimand she received. She was having a hard time and was standing close to us at the time.

Calla was compelled to yell at her dog, "Quiet that pup of yours or I will give her something to grumble about," because she barked at us.

As we continued on our journey and soon came at a field with nicely trimmed grass, I had the impression that we were going closer and closer to the pack house.

As we made our way through the field after entering it, I was soon able to make out a large mansion that resembled a castle. As we got closer, the house got bigger, and I could make out a few other houses in the neighborhood, but they were much smaller than the one that caught my eye.

As we proceeded forward, the enormous home that was ahead of us became visible.

"Stop!!!" As the white she-wolf turned to face us, she issued an order, and when the other wolves nodded at her, she responded in kind by nodding back at them. She gave me a rather nasty look before turning around and rushing away in the opposite direction.

We were down to just two other she-wolves and a couple of the other wolves after the others had fled. I immediately realized that we were being taken to the cells as they led us down a path that led us behind the building and then down a little hallway after that.

What do you think they're going to do to us, if anything? As we approached them, I questioned Dahlia by asking, "Do you think he is going to turn us down?"

Dahlia did not answer.

Chloe and I were pushed inside the cell as we were led to the very last cell in the row and the bars were slammed shut once they were latched. As I watched them leave, the two female warriors went their separate ways.

Following the act of placing Chloe on the solitary confinement facility's minuscule bed, I immediately collapsed due to exhaustion. I had a terrible want to cry, but I couldn't bring myself to do it since I was so tired. The arduous journey that we were forced to do in order to arrive here only served to make matters more difficult; the wounds on my body continued to cause me pain and were seeping blood.

I attempted to have a conversation with my wolf, Dahlia; are you able to heal us?

She sobbed, "I'm too feeble after everything," indicating that she would require a significant amount of time.

After offering her a mental acknowledgment, I terminated our connection. When I turned around to face the bed, I saw that Chloe had fallen asleep while still holding fluffy in her hand.

I rested there on the ground and reflected on the happenings in my life for a while. There were several questions sent my way.

Is the goddess of the moon really going to punish me for this? Why am I the silver wolf who is under a curse? Why do I have another chance at love if I'm just going to end up getting turned down again? Just who is he? What exactly is this package? Is he not much of an Alpha at all? Or will he turn out to be even more disappointing than Alpha Thomas and turn his back on me? Will I ever find the joy that's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember?

As I laid there pondering my plight, I wished I had quick solutions to the difficulties that were bothering me. I was in a difficult situation.

Dahlia, I murmured, I'm sorry.

Who could say? It was in fact her.

I let out a sigh and said, "I'm sorry that you have to put up with a poor person like me who no one wants; you deserve better."

I adore the fact that you are a fellow human being and that you are so much more than you give yourself credit for. Sweetheart, you need to get some rest so that we can be strong for when they decide to harass us later. She mumbled something, and I could tell that she was rolling her eyes at the same time.

nodded, and then made the conscious decision to close my eyes in an effort to slip into the welcoming arms of sleep.

A commotion jolted me awake, and as I looked up, I noticed a man standing in front of the cage with a plate and a bottle of water. I assumed it was the guard. The light that was coming in through the window indicated that it was dawn.

The female inmate who was standing in front of my cell spat and hurled the bottle of water into it while shouting angrily, "So, are you just going to sit there looking like a lost fool?" She had more important things to do than to waste time serving a scoundrel a delicious meal. She forcibly slid the plate under the bars, allowing sand particles to enter as the action raised dust, and I instantly rushed up and grabbed it after it was thrown into the air by the movement.

When she stomped off in a huff, she said, "Don't know why I got to feed that silly rogue!" This caused a ruckus among the other individuals who were being held captive.

I lifted the dish so that I could study the food that was on it. I can state with complete candor that in the entirety of my life, I have never been served with anything that looked or smelled more scrumptiously. Because there was such an abundance of meat in the meal, I hardly paid attention to the liquid that was there in it.

Chloe is going to adore this! I couldn't help but grin to myself as I set the bowl down before going to rouse her awake. As I approached the bed, she yawned and massaged her eyes, but she did not open them. She did this as I gently caressed her.

When she realized it wasn't a dream and that we were genuinely confined to a room, she became overcome with emotion and began to cry. "I had a very scary dream last night, mama, that someone locked us all up in a cell, and..."

I hugged her and said, "Please don't cry, my love, everything will be all right. It's okay baby."

She broke down in tears, asking, "Will we ever be happy?"

Because I was at a loss for words, I responded to her enquiry by saying, "They brought food." This allowed me to sidestep her question.

When I put the bowl in front of her and said, "Meat," she beamed with joy and happiness. She didn't waste any time in consuming everything, and as a result, I was left with nothing.

I turned around after hearing a snort coming from the direction of the jail that was directly across from me. I couldn't get a good enough look at the people in it, but I could tell that the voice belonged to a man. "You must be a unique one," the voice remarked. This time, he stood up and moved closer to the bars of his cage. I was able to see his grubby face once his head was no longer obscured by the tangled mass of dirty blonde hair that covered it.

I mumbled something to the effect of "I am not exceptional, who are you."

"A prisoner like you, but I haven't won the favor of the monarch like you seemed to have done," he said. "I've been here as long as you have."

I inquired, "Which king are you referring to?" while staring at him as if he had grown extra heads; he couldn't possibly understand what he was talking about.

He let out a snort, "Are you going to play a game with me, or what? Naturally, the king himself."

Before asking, you gave me the evil eye and I shook my head "Where exactly am I at this moment?

He introduced them all by saying, "This is the Black Fang pack, and the Alpha King is the leader of the pack."

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I was surprised when he brought it up, and I asked, "What Alpha King?"

He scoffed at me once again before saying, "You know, the fearless, the daring."

Oakley Ortiz, who holds the titles of both Alpha and Alpha king, is often referred to as the King of Alphas.

I approached Chloe and sat down on the bed next to her before asking, "What's he like?" Although I was familiar with the name of the Alpha King, I had never really spoken with him.

He shook his head and said, "Intense black eyes, and his wolf is a black wolf that is exceedingly enormous!" he said after shaking his head.

bright, dark eyes! A massive, jet-black wolf. The man continued to talk, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because I had just understood that I was in the domain of the Alpha King, who was also my mate. As a result, I was rendered incapable of hearing what he said.