ELORA
The entire length and breadth of the manor was full of young werewolves. I had known about the house party days ago. I had also known it would be the worst experience I’ve had in days.
Now standing in the middle of the Manor grounds, I knew it would be worse than I had envisaged and my belly twisted with disgust.
Each female that arrived looked at me with scorn. Their eyes didn’t hide the fact that they despised me. And for what? Many of them didn’t even know why they were to hate me. But they did all the same.
Alpha Rasmus had spread lies about my father, so that even people who weren’t part of the plot thought my Father was really a traitor.
Someday, I would show them.
Someday, they would know they all made a terrible mistake.
“Her Father’s daughter!” One of them mocked as she passed me. She shuffled past me. Her corset must be really tight cutting off the air that was supposed to go to her brain.
I smiled. That would have been a good come back, but I stayed mute. I knew too well how it would end and besides a slave in Bale is as good as dead.
Ironically, the sun shone brighter today as if excited to be part of this shit show called a house party. In other circumstances, this would be a good weather to go for a beautiful walk.
A sting across on my butt brought me out of my reverie. I blinked, willing my head to bring me back to my sad reality. I ignored the fact that someone hit me inappropriately. What was appropriate here?
I had been standing here for the longest time and I knew Ethan would send someone to find me soon. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about what he would want me to do this time before his friends. Ethan had the knack for finding new and better ways to ridicule me before people. He wasn’t stopping soon.
“Logan! Isn’t this the traitor’s daughter?” Someone said as they passed me and grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain as he squeezed tight. The sores on my hands made it worse.
I shut my eyes and relished in the fact that I had finally had a bath today after days. Since I was usually chained for most of the day there was no chance to do so. Each time I had asked to bathe in the past two days, Ethan would hit me. Leaving me with new injuries after every encounter with him. I hated that I was powerless, I hated that I couldn’t grab his balls and squeeze them like he squeezed my neck.
Today he had finally let me bathe, in preparation for his house party, I suspected. So he could embarrass and torture me afresh. Here, my body wasn’t mine. It belonged to Ethan and the people of Darwin Pack.
My skin was purple with sores and they weren’t healing very much anymore as I took Wolf’s bane serum everyday in my meals. The serum had been originally made to be used for execution of werewolves who had committed crimes such as treason. Now it was something anyone could use to torture their slaves and Ethan had a lot of it.