Trauma
1138 Words
As I woke up, I was surprised to see a group of people surrounding me. They were all dressed in the Silverpack's livery, and as soon as I opened my eyes, they bowed in unison, greeting me with utmost respect. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I returned their greeting, feeling shy and unaccustomed to such deference.
I had never been treated like this before, and it was unsettling. The maid, Elara, stepped forward, introducing herself and the rest of the staff. I listened intently, trying to commit their names and roles into my memory without forgetting.
"Good morning, Alpha's mate," Elara said, her voice crisp and formal. "I am Elara, the head maid. This is Jax, our head of security; Lila, our chef; and Kaida, our resident healer."
I nodded, still feeling a bit bewildered by the sudden show of respect and the sheer number of people catering to my needs. I wasn't used to being waited on, and it felt strange to have so many people at my beck and call.
As the maids introduced themselves, they informed me that they would be in charge of my wellbeing, covering everything from my bath to my meals. I tried to explain that I could manage on my own, that I didn't need their help. But they just smiled and nodded, ignoring my protests.
Before I knew it, they had removed the covers and were gently but firmly taking me out of bed. I felt a surge of frustration and embarrassment as they began to tend to my hair, their fingers deftly brushing out the tangles. I tried to resist, to pull away, but they held me firm.
"I can do this myself," I muttered, feeling a bit helpless.
But they just continued their ministrations, their hands moving with a quiet efficiency. I felt like a child, being cared for and pampered against my will. It was disconcerting, to say the least.
Next, they moved on to my bath, leading me to a beautifully appointed bathroom filled with all sorts of luxurious soaps and scents. I felt like a queen, being tended to and pampered at every turn.
After the hot bath, I was led to the dining table, my eyes widened in surprise at the spread before me. The table was laden with an array of dishes, each one more tantalizing than the last. The aromas wafting from the plates were incredible, making my stomach growl with hunger.
I saw steaming bowls of oatmeal, platters of crispy bacon, and baskets of freshly baked pastries. There were also dishes I didn't recognize, but they looked and smelled just as delicious.
Elara gestured for me to take a seat, and I did, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food. Jax, the head of security, stood by the door, watching me with a keen eye, while Lila, the chef, beamed with pride at her creations.
"Try a bit of everything, Alpha's mate," Elara suggested, as Kaida, the healer, poured me a glass of freshly squeezed juice.
As I reached for the spoon to take a bite of the oatmeal, the sudden ringing of the landphone made my hand shake violently.
The phone's shrill ring sliced through the air, making me jump like a startled animal. My hand, poised over the spoon, trembled so hard it was like a leaf in a hurricane. I instinctively covered my head with my hands, as if to block out the sound, but it only seemed to amplify the memories that came flooding back.
The ringing was like a rusty gate scraping against my eardrums, making my skin crawl. I remembered the countless times I'd cowered in fear, waiting for the phone to ring, signaling another brutal session with my foster parents. The Alpha's cruel voice echoed in my mind, "You're worthless, Akira! You're nothing but a pathetic little wolf!"
My spoon clattered to the floor, the metallic sound echoing through the room like a scream. I rocked back and forth, my hands still covering my head, trying to block out the memories.
The ringing grew louder, more insistent, each peal a fresh blow to my already battered psyche. I felt myself shrinking away, trying to disappear into the chair, as if I could escape the pain that was sure to follow. My breath came in short gasps, my lungs burning like I'd been running from a monster.
Elara's voice, soft and concerned, was a distant murmur, a lifeline I couldn't grasp. "Akira" But I couldn't respond, couldn't uncover my head, couldn't escape the nightmare that had haunted me for so long.
As the phone finally stopped ringing, one of the maids picked up the receiver, listening for a moment before placing it back on the hook. I slowly removed my hands from my head, feeling a bit dazed.
Elara, noticing my distress, gently took the spoon from my hand and began to feed me, her eyes filled with concern. "Akira, are you okay?" she asked softly.
I nodded, trying to reassure her, but my hand still trembled. Just then, the door burst open and Maverick was pushed into the room by his secretary.
He took in the scene , his eyes narrowing as he saw me sitting in the chair, surrounded by the maids. The maids immediately dropped to their knees, greeting him with respectful bows.
"Alpha," they chimed in unison.
Marverick's gaze swept over me, his expression was unreadable. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension in the room becomes palpable. Then, he turned to Elara.
Alpha's gaze lingered on me for a moment before he asked, "Is everything going well?"
I took a deep breath and stepped forward, trying to compose myself. "Yes, everything is fine," I replied, trying to sound convincing.
Alpha nodded curtly, his expression was unreadable. Without another word, he turned and made his way outside, his secretary pushing him in his wheelchair.
I watched in surprise as they left the room, i felt disappointed. It was the second day of our wedding, and I had yet to have a proper conversation with my husband. I felt like I was living with a stranger.
As I stood there, lost in thought, I heard the sound of the car driving away. It was a stark reminder that Alpha was truly gone, leaving me alone once again.
My mind began to wander, drawing parallels between my parents' home and my new husband's. Both places felt like prisons.
In my parents' home, I was beaten and belittled, made to feel worthless and unloved. But here, in Alpha's home, I was pampered and cared for, yet still treated like a possession rather than a person.
Was one really better than the other? Or was I just trading one form of captivity for another?
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