Alora.
It was dark in the room and a part of me was scared. Something about it reminded me of the time in Jax’s room, dark and alone, fearfully waiting for him to come back home and defile me in many ways he deemed fit.
While the other part of me was in pain, the shackles were like Jax’s, they were handcuffs and they pinched my skin painfully, the cold metal hard and tight against my wrist.
It was like Seth had purposely tightened them to cause more pain to me and I wondered why. He seemed to dislike me a lot and was angry that Ares had let me live.
My foot stung in pain when I moved and I hissed loudly feeling tears burn in my eyes. My hands were handcuffed above my head, leaving me in a kneeling position just beside the bed and placing enough weight on my foot.
I couldn’t even try to move or else my foot stung in pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I felt it drop against my laps. I felt so dirty, wet and tired. My cold wet dress pressed against my skin and the cold AC made it a hundred times colder.
I shivered uncomfortably as I bowed my head, my hair covering my face as a sudden wave of tiredness hit me. Though I was grateful to be away from Jax, a part of me missed his soft bed.
As I closed my eyes, my mind unconsciously thought of Ares. The Alpha of Blood Moon Pack. He appeared just exactly as I thought he would, tall, well built and powerful. What I hadn’t expected was for him to look so young and handsome.
I had imagined him to be far older than Jax, but he appeared to be just a little older than him, maybe a year or two older. He was handsome and I remembered those cold eyes on me.
And the way he had stroked my cheeks, I almost drooled until I remembered who he was.
He terrified me with his mood swings, from touching me so gently and caressing my face to pointing a gun in my face. I couldn’t help but fear him.
I adjusted my wrist, trying to position it in a way it wouldn’t hurt me and I started to cry.
“I don’t want to be a slave anymore..” I whispered into the dark, but I was met with silence, the sound of my tears filling the room.
I had just jumped from frying pan to the fire. And I was going to bare the same thing as being Jax’s slave. After crying for another hour before I finally fell asleep.
It seemed like my subconscious had grown a mind of its own as I was plunged into a dream of my past.
It was that day I had gone to fetch firewoods from the woods. I turned sharply as I heard the sound of footsteps against broken branches.
“Who’s there?” I asked worriedly, looking around for the sign of the intruder. No one ever came to the outskirts of the pack and I wondered why today was different.
I dropped the cutlass and it clattered around my feet as I glanced around, the footsteps got closer and soon someone stepped out of the tall trees.
It was a boy. And he looked older than me.
He was wearing a black cloak over a blue turtleneck and black pair of jeans coupled with blue sneakers. He definitely didn’t look like the regular wolves and I knew he had to be from a wealthy family or people with power.
He had black hair and bright green eyes like the leaves beside him and I smiled warmly.
“Hi. What are you doing alone here?” I asked, stepping closer to him but he frowned leaning against the tree as he watched me angrily.
“It’s none of your business, I own this land.” He responded harshly and I gasped.
“Really? That’s so cool.” I said in awe as I looked up at him, my eyes bright and full of surprise. I hadn’t realized there was a branch in front of me and I tripped over it falling on my face.
I heard the boy scoff. “You’re weak.” He said sharply before I heard him stepping closer to me, my eyes filled with tears and I stayed there unmoving.
He grabbed onto my shoulder and pulled me up to my feet, I staggered and held onto him when he tried to step back.
“Can’t you stand?” He asked irritatedly and I shook my head, my knee was scraped and tiny blood dripped from it.
“My knee is bleeding badly!” I shouted in horror at the sight of blood and the boy scoffed before pushing me against a tree and stepping back.
“It’s just a tiny cut.” He said as a matter of fact and my eyes welled with tears at the sight of it. It hurt so badly.
“It still hurts.” I cried and I saw the boy roll those bright green eyes before leaning against the tree behind him as he looked elsewhere.
He didn’t apologize to me and I finally stopped crying after a while, wiping my eyes as I looked up at him.
“How old are you?” I asked him and he finally turned to me, folding his hand in front of his chest.
“Thirteen.” He answers coldly before pushing himself away from the wall and pinning me with a deadly glare.
“I’m leaving, Alora.” He said and I gasped at the sound of my name as he started walking away. I staggered to my feet as I called out to him.
“You didn’t tell me your name! And how did you know mine?!” I yelled, praying he answered before he left.
He stopped on his tracks and I waited for him to speak. “Jax. My name is Jax Pentagon.” He responded before walking off into the woods.
Jax Pentagon? I looked at the floor worriedly as I shook my head and made a mental note to ask my parents who he was tomorrow.
The sound of door slamming woke me up from my slumber as the lights snapped on. I groaned in pain as I tried to open my eyes to the blinding lights.
“Did you really have to tie her up?” I heard someone say and I blinked twice before I was able to adjust to the bright room of Ares Delgado.
“Yes, she could be a spy or something.” I heard the familiar voice of Ares and I looked up.
The sun rays were seeping through the window and I realized I had slept through the night. The room was brightly lit and I was grateful the dark curtains were pulled sideways giving room for light.
To my right towards the door was an older woman. She had grey long hair that she pulled into a ponytail with bright eyes that looked angrily at Ares who rolled his eyes like he was being scolded by the woman.
“How do you know-” She started saying before the words died in her throat when she saw me awake. She gasped, grabbing her long skirts before she ran towards me with wide eyes.
I leaned away from her as she grabbed my face. “Are you ok dear?” She asked me and I looked away from her to Ares who frowned at me.
I turned back to the woman, unsure of what to say. She had kind eyes and I knew I could trust her but I couldn’t do so with Ares glaring at me from the corner of my eyes so I looked down at my laps.
She left my face as I instantly missed her soft warm touch before she stalked back to Ares who pinned his eyes on her.
“You better release her before I come back, I can smell my food burning downstairs and God knows Raya is busy pressing that phone of hers.” She said before storming out of the room and hurrying downstairs.
I said nothing as Ares stood at the entrance of the room, sighing tiredly before turning his gaze towards me. I looked away immediately, a shiver of fear running down my spine.
He didn’t look to be in a good mood. I heard his footsteps draw closer to me as he sighed. I held my breath as I shivered in fear as he stepped in front of me.
I kept my gaze on my laps, as I felt his gaze burn holes into my back before I heard the sound of keys and soon I felt it hand grab unto mine.
A spark vibrated through me as he snatched my hand roughly before unlocking the shackles so my hand fell on my laps, free.
I almost breathed a sigh of relief but Ares grabbed onto my face and forced my eyes to meet his.
“If you try anything. I’ll kill you. Behave and we wouldn’t have any issue.” He spat before he let go of my face, standing up and pointing to where I assumed was the bathroom.
“Use my bathroom, wash up and meet Lana downstairs. She will tell you what to do.” Ares said before walking off to his closet.
I watched him silently, unable to get to my feet as fear weighed them down and I trembled nervously.
Ares threw open the doors to his walk-in closet and he stepped in. He came back out with a white shirt he had put on. He did his button as he looked away from me so I couldn’t see his chest.
He grabbed a black coat from the bed before throwing it over his shoulders, the sound of a gun brought my eyes to him as he checked for bullets.
He groaned angrily before placing the gun behind his back, then he grabbed what looked like car keys and exited the room, not sparing me another glance.
I sighed in relief when he left, his intense presence and aura no longer feeling up the room and forcing me to submission.
I pushed my hair away from my face as I looked around the room in confusion.
I remembered him telling me I had to work with the maids in his home. My ankle still hurt and I wasn’t sure I could move around without tripping and falling on my face.
But who was that woman, I wondered. It definitely wasn’t his mother because they didn’t look alike in any way and she had a pink apron over her waist.
A worker maybe? I thought.
I managed to pull myself up as I looked down at my ankle, it was almost black as the bruise hurt badly. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I liked at the door to the bathroom. It was on the other side of the room.
Sighing, I rubbed my wrist that ached with so much pain before holding onto the bedpost and taking a step forward.
Pain hit my ankles and I almost fell to the bed before holding myself up and clinging to the bedpost. I tried once more and managed not to fall before making it to the bathroom.
It was huge! I gasped in shock at the sight of it. There was a huge bathtub and a shower. Cabinets hung on the wall filled with shampoos and soaps. There was a mirror on the side of the wall and when I stepped in front of it, I gasped in shock.
I was dirty!
My face was greasy with dirt on it, my eyes were red and brimmed with tears. My lips were chapped and appeared like it would tear any minute. My hair was everywhere around my face, with branches sticking out from it and green leaves.
My body, at least the part that wasn’t covered with my dirty once white nightdress that was brown and torn in places, had marks. Scars from Jax and new ones from branches tearing my skin while I ran through the woods.
My feet were dirty also with dried blood on my left leg. The only part of me that was still the same were my eyes.
Violet and sad.
I looked away from the mirror as I peeked what was left of the dress from my body and climbed into the shower. I pressed a button and heated water poured against my dirty skin.