Chapter 3
Ivy's heart pounded in her chest as her eyes fixated on the scorching hot knife placed menacingly before her. After enduring torment for three long days, she had been trapped within these walls, subjected to relentless torture.
The guards, relentless in their pursuit of a confession, taunted her once again. "Are you ready to confess now?" they sneered, their voices laced with malice.
Ivy struggled to comprehend why they believed she was the thief who had targeted the king's precious jewels. Defying her weakening voice, she mustered the strength to assert her innocence. "I didn't do it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The guards' cruel laughter pierced the air. "Still denying? You haven't had enough?"
Ivy screamed as the hot knife came in contact with her skin. If she wasn't tied to a chair she would have run off but she couldn't. "Confess to the theft and maybe, just maybe you'll be free." another guard taunted her. Not that they needed her to confess in order to torture her anyway.
"I'm innocent" she murmured amidst tears. The hot knife came down on her skin again and she let out a piercing shriek, feeling the searing pain shoot through her body. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as tears streamed down her face.
The cell was dimly lit, with the eerie glow of a single flickering bulb casting long shadows on the damp walls. Ivy's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and determination fueling her spirit.
She knew her fate was sealed. Whether she confesses or not, she is still going to die. But confessing was worse because that would only make Evelyn win and that wasn't going to happen.
Just when Ivy thought she couldn't endure any more agony, a faint sound reached her ears. Footsteps, growing louder and closer with each passing second. Panic coursed through her veins as she wondered if her torturers had enlisted another sadistic soul to continue their gruesome game.
With bated breath, Ivy strained her ears, trying to discern the purpose behind the approaching footsteps. The heavy sound of boots echoing through the corridors sent shivers down her spine. But as the figure finally emerged into view, her heart skipped a beat knowing more torture was to come.
"Hey!" it was another guard. "You're needed outside. We need to set the arena for tonight," he said, his eyes shot to Ivy and a mischievous look settled, he didn’t say a word to her before he left.
As the guards with Ivy turned to her, their sinister expressions sent a chill down her spine. "I guess it's your last night here," one of them uttered, their words dripping with sadistic satisfaction.
As they left, one by one, Ivy's heart pounded in her chest. "Last night?" she whispered to herself, her heart pounding in her chest. Thoughts of a sinister conspiracy began to consume her. Had they orchestrated her demise? Was tonight the night they would end her life?
But amidst her escalating fear, another realization dawned upon her. Could it be… was it the fortnight already? Was it already the fortnight, the ominous period that every prisoner always dreads? Whatever it may she knew if she was in the cell, there was no way she could skip through it. Panic began to consume her as she contemplated the implications of the approaching deadline.
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Ivy's body trembled with exhaustion and fear as she awaited her grim fate. She could still feel the searing pain etched into her battered form, inflicted upon Alpha merciless guards.
Her entire body shook with fear as the clattering of heavy boots echoed against the cold, stone walls. The looks on the guard's face told her there was no need to plead.
Their arrival was accompanied by a gruff command, their voices oozing with authority. "Get up. It's time," one of the guards barked, their words laced with icy intimidation. Ivy knew the time had come for her to face the pack's barbaric traditions.
With trembling limbs, she rose from the frigid floor, her eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and defiance. Her body weakened from days of torture, threatened to betray her, but the fire within her remained unwavering. She had to fight, had to try to escape this monstrous fate that awaited her.
Ivy's survival instinct prompted her to run in a final act of panic. She pushed forward as the soldiers came closer, their intents visible in their harsh gazes, spurred on by a glimmer of hope. But her attempt to escape was useless. She was just one tiny girl going against three hefty men.
The soldiers violently kicked her to the ground as they quickly and precisely stopped her from escaping. Her body erupted in pain, which clashed with the fear coursing through her veins. Her shouts, which were a mixture of agony and defiance as she struggled to escape the soldiers' tight hold, filled the air.
They carried her weight without a struggle, their strength crushing her feeble effort. Her heartbeat, a desperate cadence seeking release from the nightmare that had captured her, thudded with each step she took toward the arena.
With each second that went by, the pack's desire for blood grew as they waited. Prisoners were paraded for their sick amusement as part of a fortnightly custom that was horrific.
Male prisoners were required to fight each other until one of them died, according to the savage tradition of the Alpha, in a terrifying act of brutality and domination. Their destiny was as bleak for the female detainees. Before being destined the following day to meet their demise, they were delivered to the males of greater rank as objects of desire.
Ivy's senses were heightened with a mixture of fear and excitement as the female prisoners were brought forward. Each menacingly desire-filled glare that was cast her way weighed heavily on her.
Suddenly her body turned rigid as a smell hit her "What is that smell?" She whispered under her breath as the sudden wave of a pleasant and alluring smell attacked her nostrils, momentarily distracting her from the moment.
She looked around frantically, trying to figure out where it was coming from. The door of the show house suddenly opened and then she understood what that alluring smell was coming from.
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Alpha Bruce let out an exasperated sigh as he stepped out of his sleek black car. His driver had informed him that they had arrived at his destination, a place he really didn't want to be. Duty called, and he had no choice but to attend this event. With a resigned expression, he straightened his suit and made his way towards the grand palace.
As he was ushered through the opulent halls, a potent aroma cut through the stale air—a scent that stirred an undeniable recognition within him.
Intrigued, his primal instincts took hold, propelling him forward. His search for the Alpha came to a halt, diverted by the inexplicable pull of a connection he couldn't ignore. The scent grew stronger, intertwining with the very fabric of his being.
Finally, he arrived at a seemingly ordinary door, yet the intoxicating aroma emanated from within. Unable to resist, Alpha Bruce felt a surge of anticipation and commanded that the door be opened, unaware of the events unfolding inside.
Once the door swung open, his gaze locked with Ivy's. In that fraction of a moment, worlds collided. There was a sudden surge of recognition within him, as his wolf whispered in his ear the word "mate."
Chapter 4Eyes still locked, Alpha Bruce made his way to the seat that had been reserved for him. Every fiber of his being wanted to take her, to claim her but he had to keep himself under control. "Mate." Leo, his wolf kept screaming, not making things easy for him. "I know. Hush now!" He whispered. Taking a look around him, he was astounded by the inhumane show that was going on but he kept his cool. "Bring them in." The Alpha's voice boomed. One by one, all the female prisoners were brought forth and unfortunately, Ivy was the first to be called forth. "Is there anyone who wishes to claim this... Omega before us?" The Alpha's voice dripped with disgust. Murmurs of excitement filled the hall as the men present began to raise their hands but a sudden silence enveloped them as Alpha Bruce slowly raised his hands. One by one, the other hands dropped. No one dared to go against Alpha Bruce. Not if they valued their life. As the Alpha's gaze settled on Alpha Bruce, a subtle no
Chapter 5“I beg your pardon” Alpha Kevin, Marco's father spurted out in disbelief. It was one thing for Alpha Bruce to be interested in the fortnight ceremony but it was another thing for him to be interested in buying the omega he had spent the night with.Marco’s brow creased in confusion, “why do you want to buy her?” He asked the question that was clouding everyone's mind present. “She’s nothing and doesn’t…”“How much are you willing to sell her to me?” Alpha Bruce asked again, his voice not betraying or giving anything out.Ivy swallowed as she stared at the man she thought was different. Of course, she was just an Omega, she doesn’t deserve to be happy. First, Marco didn’t want to be with her, and her second mate was acting like he didn’t sense the mate bond. The way her heart skipped whenever he was close to her.She swallowed the lump that rose in her throat. He wanted her but as his slave. Isn’t that why he was asking to buy her?“Alpha Bruce just like I have said before, t
Chapter 6Ivy refused to speak. Speaking would only get her in trouble. She would have spit out every single thought that had crept up her mind since she first saw him but instead, she chose to remain silent.She silently took him in. Well, he was a looker if only he could control his anger. She was mad though, mad that he had ignored her until now.“Alpha, we’ve arrived” The door swung open. She didn’t realize that they had gotten to their destination since she was more focused on the man who was her second chance mate, a mate that would have healed the pain she felt inside.Quit it, Ivy. You don’t need mates. You don't need more heartaches. She chided herself.She attempted to drop down from the car when he pulled her back. “There’s something you need to know,”“I don’t think so, I am your slave after all” she spat and quickly jumped out of the car. Bruce let her leave. She might be an omega but she was one hell of a spitfire. He chuckled. He would love the chase. He would love to t
Chapter 7“What’s this news that I’m hearing, Bru?” The door swung open revealing a brunette. Her hair cascaded her moon-shaped face, and her lips coated in red paint, a hint of anger on her face.Alpha Bruce turned, sparing her a quick glance before returning his gaze back to the desk. “What news exactly? You need to be specific” he replied. Cassandra huffed, hating that he wasn’t taking her seriously.“Something about you returning from the Nile Pack with a female. Why would you do that?” She questioned fiercely.“Oh.” He nodded, “she’s my mate, Sandy” Bruce replied. The air was tense and quiet. Cassandra stood rooted to a spot as she let his words dwell in her head.“B- but how?” She splurted. “What would happen to us?”He rose from his seat, shutting the documents in front of him then approached her. “I meant to tell you that I just didn’t know you would return so early.”“So you’re saying that we are…” she let her voice go off. She didn’t want to say it out loud. Saying it out lo
Chapter 8“I’m sorry” Bruce whispered as he held Ivy. She pushed him, not wanting to listen to his excuses. To her, she meant nothing to him and his apology might as well be half-assed.She tried to evade his touch but Bruce pulled her back, her back colliding with his naked chest. Ivy breathed, his scent clouding her senses as she felt her inner moist trembling. Bruce sniffed the air and a smile appeared on his face as her wetness wafted into his nose.“You can feel it just as much as I do, so stop fighting it…”“I don’t…” she cut him off defiantly. She refused to let herself be weakened to his touch but the more resolve she puts in, the more it weakened her.“Really?” He scoffed, swiftly turning her around, his eyes sought hers as they darkened. Her nipples stood erect in the simple silk night dress she had on. He bent his head to hers, slowly breathing her in. “Tell me you don’t like it when I touch you,” he whispered, his fingers trailing slowly on her thighs.“Tell me you don’t w
Chapter 9Bruce sighed. He might have said he loved how strong-headed she was but right now, he felt his blood boiling at her obvious rejection of him. Sue had been moaning his name in her sleep, telling him how much she needed him so why was she still pushing him away?“This is unfair,” he said. He decided getting upset whenever she pushed him away wasn’t going to solve a thing. He calmed his wolf but there was only little he could do, sooner or later his wolf was going to want to lay his claim on their mate.“Unfair?” She scoffed. “You call this unfair?” She asked in disbelief. “There has been nothing unfair to you. I should be the one crying wolf”She slid out of the bed and walked towards the window. “Unfair is when you bought me from a pack. Unfair is ignoring me without acknowledging our bond, unfair is bringing me here and just forgetting me. Unfair is…” She didn’t realize Bruce had walked up to her. He held her hand making the rest of her words lost in the back of her mind.“I
Chapter ten"Where is he?" Cassandra fumed, walking blindly through the dimly lit halls she had become so familiar with. This place was her second home but it seemed her place here was being threatened. She couldn't sleep a wink last night, thoughts of the strange woman kept her awake and restless.Why now?Alpha Bruce was already awake and in his study as usual. It was a pretty crucial time for the pack and it would be his busiest, especially with the training of the pups he brought over from the Nile pack."It's too early in the morning to be this loud. What are you doing here?""Really? When have you ever asked me that? You look like you had a good sleep last night. That is so heartless.""You don't have to do this sandy. I can't say I don't understand how you feel, but please try to do what's best for the pack..""What's best for the pack or what's best for you?" She asked, whimpering. " I will never be enough for you will I?""We never loved each other sandy, our relationship was
Chapter 11A million thoughts rummaged through her mind and her brain threatened to explode. She couldn't stay here a day more, not with everything that had happened within her short stay here. Cassandra was venomous and Bruce was a liar. He probably only brought her here to warm his bed. Cassandra was right, She was just his toy. A treat for his wolf.Why were her mates jerks? And why did the moon goddess give her a second mate? That was very a rare occurrence and was usually reserved for the most important of wolves. But she was just a worthless Omega. Why her? And she didn't even need them. She hadn't even had time to heal from Marco's rejection and betrayal."I have to get out of here." Ivy said to herself."Where would you go? Lana, her wolf asked"Lana?" She hadn't heard her wolf's voice since the incident. She needed time to heal from the pain she felt from Marco's rejection. She was all better now."I'm here. You know you can't run away from our new mate now. I won't be able t