Sold To The Alpha Of Darkness

Chapter 2

Lilly’s POV

I was shoved into my room, the guard closing the door with a loud thud. Too weak to carry myself, I fell face-first onto the floor.

I lay there weakly for a while before managing to sit up. Only then did I notice Faye seated at the edge of my bed, having a field day at the sight of my discomfort. Her lips curved into a smile that made her eyes glint.

I stood up, hissing back the pain I felt in my knee from maintaining one position throughout my stay in the dungeon. I didn’t want to give her pleasure from my pain.

I made sure my expression remained blank, though my body screamed in opposition as I stood upright. Our eyes locked, but I tore my gaze away first, not wanting to get punished for staring.

There was little my body could take, and getting beaten wasn’t one of them. My eyes instinctively scanned the room, looking at everything but her.

They landed on the tray placed neatly on my table, and my mouth watered as hunger gnawed at me. Staying hungry had never been a problem; I knew what it felt like to be starved. But at the sight of the tray before me, my stomach growled loudly.

Finally, she spoke. “It’s evident you haven’t learnt your lesson.”

I tore my gaze from the tray as she captured my attention.

I blinked, confused. She stood slowly from the bed. “I was expecting you to apologize for the stunt you pulled the other day…” She paused, her eyes raking over me slowly. “But you remained quiet, even after I showed you mercy by releasing you.”

I stared at her defiantly. I wasn’t shocked that she wanted me to apologize after they stole from me, but I was stunned into silence. Though the fear of being tortured gnawed at me, what remained of my pride kept my mouth sealed.

If that was her definition of peace or truce, then I couldn’t be a part of it.

She stole from me. She stole what is mine.

Festus is my male-bound mate.

My silence made her see red. She walked towards me, shoving me backwards by the shoulder. “Did you lose your voice screaming in the dungeon?” Her voice was laced with venom as she spat the words, making me take a step back as my heart flipped.

‘I didn’t do anything wrong, Faye. Between the two of us, you know you stole from me. You owe me an apology!’ I wanted to say those words so badly, but I knew that would have been me signing up for death by a violent beating.

Instead, I lowered my head as bile rose in my throat. “I am sorry.” My eyes watered once again, though I was too tired to shed a fresh set of tears. “Thank you for showing me mercy,” I added.

The remnants of my self-esteem turned into a puddle.

I felt like a dog that had been beaten in the rain. Cold and utterly alone.

She smacked her lips repeatedly as she eyed me before taking precise steps toward the table. “Well, what can I say? I am merciful… Even after you tried endangering the heir of the pack that housed you ever since you became an orphan, I still chose to forgive you.”

My eyes snapped up to meet hers.

She was pregnant.

It was obvious who the father was, but I couldn’t help asking, my voice shaking as though I feared her reply. “Who is the father, Faye?” My voice came out hoarse but firm.

She smirked, lifting the bowl of rice from the tray. “You ask the most stupid questions…” She slowly emptied the bowl's contents onto the floor while maintaining eye contact. “Oh, lest I forget, you actually are stupid.”

My eyes widened at her actions.

She smirked. “If you are so hungry, why don’t you eat it off the floor?” she whispered slowly, clearly enjoying herself.

I stood still, my hands clenching by my sides.

She noticed and asked, “What? Do you want to fight?”

I said nothing, still standing there and regulating my breathing so I wouldn’t make the same mistake that landed me in the dungeon the last time.

“Are you going to eat, or should I call the Omegas to take it away?” she seethed, angry that I hadn’t made a move.

My hunger was far greater than my anger, even greater than my pride. I took a step closer, and she picked up the bowl of soup.

Another step, and she poured the soup over the rice on the floor. The liquid splashed everywhere.

I glanced at her again she wore a huge grin, but it disappeared as it came. Through gritted teeth she uttered. “Crouch and eat.”

I blinked, and tears rolled down my cheeks. I crouched and shoved a handful into my mouth. It tasted good, really good, though it was off the floor.

At this stage, after not eating for days, even sand would have tasted heavenly to me.

I devoured it quickly, not caring that she watched me. I grabbed the glass of water and gulped it down afterwards.

My stomach felt heavy and sore. In great discomfort, I stood up. Faye had her phone out, recording me. I didn’t know when she started filming, but I didn’t care. As I had said, my self-esteem had walked out the door a long time ago.

Leaving me empty and willing to do anything to survive.

My stomach grumbled, its contents rushing upward. I ran to the bathroom, my hand flying to cover my mouth. I crouched by the toilet seat, emptying everything.

I felt worse than I had before.

If death were calling, I would have been more than happy to embrace it, because if that was what my life would be, I was ready to go.

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Though I had wanted to speak to Festus, I hadn’t gotten the chance to. I had been bombarded with so many duties that would have been too much even for five people.

But I couldn’t complain because, as Faye said, the roof over my head wasn’t free.

I had been stupid to think she could change. Though I still acted ignorant, a part of me gnawed at the possibility that she had only been nice to me because she wanted me to help Festus, only because she wanted him to sit at the high court.

I sighed, wiping the dishes clean. I used the back of my palm to wipe the sweat off my forehead.

There was little one body could take, from cleaning to gardening, to cooking, and washing dishes.

The other Omegas were like princesses beside me, though I am an Alpha daughter, Aunty Billy said I’m worse than an Omega as I’m weaker than they are.

I only ate after they had all been served.

A part of me missed Faye when she had been nice to me, when we played together as children, and even last year when she apologized and we became friends again.

“For how many months are you going to keep wiping the dishes?” I heard the voice. Even before turning around, I knew it was Faye.

I placed the plate on the pile and turned slowly to look at her. “I just started. I was at the back of the mansion gardening,” I explained, not wanting trouble.

“You are not only ugly but slow. What’s your usefulness in this place other than to eat and laze around like a sore loser?”

I lowered my head. “I am sorry.”

She huffed, clearly irritated as she rolled her eyes and walked closer to me. “You are always sorry, and it’s annoying. When will you stop being sorry and do what you are told?” She whispered the next sentence like it was taboo, though it truly was. “You should have gone with your good-for-nothing parents. I can barely recognize your usefulness alive.”

I glanced at her, anger flashing briefly through my eyes. I could take anything but not anyone insulting my parents. They were good people, perfect even.

“What?” she asked nonchalantly. “Is the orphan pissed?” she added with a smirk. “Since you’ve chosen to stay quiet, why don’t I teach you how to behave?”

With that, she grabbed two glass plates and smashed them onto the floor beside her, making sure tiny cuts appeared on the side of her foot before screaming out in pain, or pretending to.

My eyes widened, but I knew better than to step closer to her. She crouched while glancing at me with a sadistic smirk. Only then did I understand what she was trying to do.

I couldn’t survive another night in the dungeon. I still felt weak from the last punishment I received. I turned to run as fast as my legs could carry me, but Faye grabbed my knee just as I reached the door.

Her screams intensified as she intentionally pressed her feet onto the broken glass.

Blood flowed from her skin, painting the white marble floor red.

“Faye, what are you doing?” I asked, now genuinely worried by her psychotic tendencies.

I removed her hands from my leg, glancing between her and the door. Since she refused to let me go, my eyes watered. “Please, Faye, please. Aunt Billy will kill me. Please.” My voice croaked as a tear slipped down my face.

I didn’t know what I had done to deserve all this from her, but I couldn’t go on. I was tired.

Immediately, Festus and Aunt Billy entered the kitchen, mortified looks on their faces at the sight of Faye.

“What’s going on here?” Festus’s lethal voice made the blood drain from my face.

And it was then that it dawned on me that this was how I would go to meet my maker, because I was certain I wouldn’t survive this one.