Cara’s povs
“Mummy, mummy, I want you to read me a story.”
“Carr, which story would you like Mummy to read to you tonight?”
“I want the one you said is very important. Mummy, I want you to tell me that one!”
“Carr, you’re too young for that story. When you turn twelve, I promise I’ll tell you.”
“Sabrina, I think it’s time we tell Carr about our origins, so she’ll understand how powerful she truly is and how to control it,” a voice said from behind.
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“Calm down, little one,” her father said, his voice gentle. “Daddy is starting now. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her parents. This girl was beautiful…”
“Hahaha, Daddy, stop! Be serious!”
Her father chuckled but continued, “Shh. So, this girl always thought she was just a normal werewolf, but she didn’t know she was, something special, even in her clan, she is a Cupbearer…”
Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted outside, cutting short the story.
“My husband,” her mother said frantically, “they’ve found us! We’re under attack!”
“Quick, let’s hide her under the cellar,” her father said, urgency in his tone.
“Carr, know that Mummy and Daddy love you. We will come back for you,” her mother whispered, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t move from here.”
*****
My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness, blinking away the remnants of the dream. Everything around me was blurry, I could hear sounds of discussion, but it was muffled as if I were submerged underwater. I tried to remember what had happened, but a fog was clouding my mind. The dream, it felt too real, too vivid of my childhood.
I sighed, the drug that I was forced to take. It was messing with my head, making me have weird dreams of when i was small. i tried to move, but my wrists were bound. The rough rope bit into my skin, causing panic to surge through me. I fought to keep calm, forcing myself to think. Where was I?
“she is a weak, omega the weakest i have ever seen. How can she be the right one?” a gruff voice muttered
“Yeah, she’s the one,” another voice replied. “The Omega with pure blood. The boss is going to be pleased, there’s a mistake.”
Pure blood? My heart raced. I’d always thought of myself as just an Omega, weak and insignificant. Why would they think I was valuable?
“Shut up!” A third voice barked, quieter but commanding authority. “You talk too much. We can’t screw this up. She’s worth more than our lives. We hand her over, get paid, and we’re free from that psycho, ”
“i don’t care who she is, and it’s not our business to know.”
I strained to listen, piecing together fragments of their conversation. They were going to hand me over to someone. But who? And why was I suddenly so important?
I tested the ropes binding my wrists. They were too tight, and I was still weak from whatever they’d drugged me with. My thoughts turned to escape. I needed to get out of here before it was too late.
“The Red Knife pack will be expecting us at dawn,” the leader said.
The Red Knife pack. The name sent chills down my spine. They were known for their ruthlessness, having once been a thriving pack until they crossed the wrong Alpha. Now, they were reduced to a brutal, desperate band of survivors. If they got their hands on me, I was as good as dead.
My pulse quickened, and I closed my eyes, trying to think. The ropes were too tight to break on my own. I couldn’t fight them, not yet. But maybe… I didn’t have to.
Something stirred deep inside me. It was faint, almost like a whisper, but it was there, a spark of something… more. I had felt it before, but never this strong. The bond. The connection with Brian. I could feel it, tugging at my consciousness, urging me to reach out. It felt like it was trying to tell me something.
But I know that it was a false hope,
My mate hates me. He will be very happy to get rid of me and will be celebrating when he finds out that I am missing. I glanced around the small cabin. There was an open window behind a stack of crates. It wasn’t far, but my captors were right in the middle of a discussion outside the cabin. It was my only chance.
I edged toward the window, my heart pounding in my chest. But before I could make it, the leader’s eyes locked on me.
“Well, well, she’s a fighter,” he said aloud, causing the others to burst into laughter.
“That’s how we like them, boss. Should we have some fun with her? No one needs to know,” one of them sneered, his tone dripping with malice.
“You talk too much,” the leader growled, stepping closer. His eyes roamed over me with a lecherous gleam. “Who would know, after all? I might just have a little fun with you before we hand you over.”
I recoiled, terror twisting in my gut. I tried to pull away, but my body felt too weak, too heavy. Was this how it would end?
“Don’t worry, darling,” he taunted, bringing his face closer to mine. “Big Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
My stomach churned with disgust as his filthy hands brushed against my skin. Desperation surged, and with the last ounce of strength I had, I headbutted him square in the mouth. His teeth cracked, and he howled in pain, blood spilling from his lips.
“You little bitch!” he roared, his anger igniting as he grabbed me roughly, throwing me against the wall. Stars exploded in my vision as my head hit the cold stone. I gasped for air, disoriented.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he hissed, his voice seething with rage. “Now, we’ll take turns until dawn.”
“No!” I screamed, twisting and struggling in his grip, but he was too strong. His hands reached for my clothes, and I sobbed in terror, begging for it to stop. I tried again for that feeling inside me. The bond pulsing like a lifeline, and for a moment, I thought I felt something but it slipped out of my reach making me wail in desperation.
“I whispered desperately, barely audible. “Please, find me. I sobbed
Then suddenly, he froze. His eyes widened, and his expression shifted from lust to pure fear.
“Change of plans, boys,” he barked, stepping back abruptly. “We move now.”
“What? But it’s the middle of the night! We’re supposed to meet the Red Knife pack tomorrow,” one of his lackeys protested.
“No questions,” the leader snapped. “We’ve got a big bad Alpha on our trail, and we can’t afford to wait.”
The others scrambled to their feet, clearly shaken by the urgency in his voice. I tried to make sense of what was happening. Brian. He was coming for me.
The leader signalled three of his men to stay behind and cover their tracks. Then, he pulled out a small vial from his pocket. Panic surged through me as he forced the contents down my throat.
The bitter, metallic liquid burned as it slid down, and I gagged, trying to spit it out. But it was too late. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision,
the last thing I heard before my vision faded to black was the leaders voice muttering in fear. “He is coming for her.”