ALPHA’s HEART, MY PRISON

Chapter 2

Rose’s POV:

Lydia looked kind and considerate, unlike the other werewolves here. Although she had an air of indifference about her, at least she didn't make things difficult for me. After giving me a bath, she led me to a room.

"Alpha, Miss Dawson has taken a bath," Lydia reported respectfully.

"Who told you to call her Miss Dawson?" Jack's angry voice burst through the door. Lydia took a step back almost immediately upon being scolded and she swallowed nervously.

"Alpha, as you ordered, the sinner Rose has finished bathing."

"You may leave now," said Jack as his tone of voice softened a little. Lydia handed me some clothes and motioned me to go in. I could hear my heart thumping as I walked into the room slowly and reluctantly. All I had on me was a bath towel that I had wrapped around my body.

I shivered not because of the cold, but because of fear. The moment I walked inside, I saw Jack lying prone on the bed. He had a muscular figure; broad shoulders, slender waist and chiseled features.

However, at a closer look, I noticed that his body was riddled with scars. They crisscrossed his back like the branches of a weeping willow tree.

Some of the wounds seemed to have been left many years ago. Some looked so fatal that it was hard to imagine how he had survived in the first place.

Shivers ran down my spine as I was shocked to the core. What on earth could this man have experienced to make him look like this?

Jack raised his head and looked me up and down as if a butcher eyeing a lamb to be slaughtered. I was so frightened, my hair stood on end. "Come and give me a massage," Jack ordered in a hoarse voice.

I put the clothes on the table and slowly walked up to him. After tightening the knot of the bath towel on my body, I sat down by the bed and gently massaged his shoulders. The moment my fingers touched his body, I felt his body shudder.

"How old is your sister? Is she old enough to serve a man in bed?" he asked.

My heart skipped a beat. My hands which were massaging him froze all of a sudden and my body

began to tremble uncontrollably. What a despicable demon that man was!

"Please, spare my sister and I promise that I'll do anything you want me to do!" My voice trembled as I begged him.

"Sure! If you're willing to be my slave for the rest of your life, I'll consider letting your sister go," Jack said without looking back.

"If you promise to let her go, I give you my word that I will never try to run away again. I will do anything for you." My hands were tied. I had no other choice but to agree. I had learned my lesson. It was useless to struggle. There was no benefit in irritating this madman. Jack turned around and a sneer appeared on his lips as he looked at me.

"Even if you succeed in escaping, you will be labeled as a rogue. Your father made a lot of enemies before he died. If one of them catches you, you will wish you never tried to escape in the first place. What's more, with the shackle on your foot, there's no way you can escape from me."

I hated him so much, but I gritted my teeth to stifle the urge to hurl curses at him. I wanted to tell him that it was better to be a rogue and die outside than to spend a life of humiliation under his charge.

Unfortunately, since Andrea was still in his custody, I couldn't even think of running away.

I had never felt so helpless and my life was a complete mess. "I told you that I wouldn't try to run away again!"

"Good girl. You'd better behave yourself while you're here. You belong to me now, and I am your Alpha. Do you understand me?" Jack grabbed mily chin and forced me to look up at him.

"Yes, I do," I answered pitifully.

"You do what?"

"I have understood what you have said, Alpha." A smile of pure satisfaction appeared on his lips and he seemed happy to see me in such a disgraceful state.

Jack's POV:

Rose had no choice but to obey my orders even if she felt humiliated. The sad look of hopelessness on her face was what I wanted to see. My eyes swept over her exposed skin, covered in a mass of bruises and wounds.

"Do the others often bully you?" I asked Rose.

Each and every werewolf in the Blue Lagoon Pack hated Baldwin Lawson. Therefore, as his daughter, Rose was made to live the life of a slave to pay for the sins of her father. I noticed that Rose stopped massaging my legs for a moment when she heard my question. I could sense her trying to restrain her emotions.

"It's none of your business," she said coldly.

"Don't take that tone with me!" Perhaps, I suddenly lost my temper because Rose's cold attitude irritated me. I sat up and got close to put my hands on her chest, fondling her breasts and caressing her body. I could sense her shaking like a dry leaf with every touch. I leaned forward and pressed Rose under my body. As I looked down at her, I sneered.

"How are you feeling right now? You're only going to suffer more in the future." Then, I whispered in her ear, "My slave."

The look of fear and apprehension on her face gave me a certain kind of pleasure I never thought I could get from torturing a girl. It was only fair that she suffered like that. She had no idea what I had been through when I was tortured by her father.

In fact, her father had me locked up in a dark room where he took great delight in torturing me while I screamed in agony. All the scars on my body were caused by her father. He starved me for days and whipped me whenever he pleased. For several times I thought I was going to die, but I survived in the end. The Moon Goddess must have felt sorry for me and blessed me with an opportunity to make a narrow escape.

I never got over the horrible memories from those days as if they were forever imprinted in my mind. The more I thought about the past, the more my resentment grew. Rose was much luckier than I was. Because I was not as crazy or bloodthirsty as her father was.

"f**k off! f**k off right now!" An inexplicable anger rose in my heart and I couldn't tame it no matter how hard I tried. I grabbed Rose from underneath me and pushed her out of the bed. Rose grazed her knees and elbows on the way down and blood seeped out from her wounds.

Her bath towel fell to the floor. However, she didn't utter a word. She just picked up the bath towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself again before scampering out in a hurry.

"Wait!" I stopped her. Rose froze, trembling in fear. She gripped her bath towel tightly with both hands.

"Come back." I tried to Stifle my anger as I spoke.

However, Rose was rooted to the spot as she didn't dare to move an inch.

I took two steps forward to grab her hand before I threw her on the bed. I grabbed the edge of her bath towel and tugged at it. She tried to pull back, but her efforts were in vain. Then she pulled the quilt from the bed to cover herself. As I remained silent, I noticed a hint of fear and anger in her eyes.

"The more you try to cover your body, the more I want to see you naked." I pulled the quilt off her body and threw it on the floor.

She curled up into a ball and trembled. "I like my slaves to be beautiful, so try not to add more scars to your body," I whispered in her ear.

I stood up to fetch the first aid kit and then roughly applied medicine to her wounds. At first, I deliberately hurt her in the process. The pure joy of vengeance surged up in me as I watched her wince in pain. However, I didn't even realize since when I became gentle.By the time I had realized it, I had already finished applying medicine to her wounds.

I thought that I had been too soft on her, so I added maliciously, "By the way, from tomorrow, you'll start working on the construction site. If you have time to seduce other men, your life here must be too comfortable. It's time we change that."

"I didn't seduce anyone!" Rose defended herself vigilantly.

In truth, I knew that she was telling the truth. After all, I knew that she wasn't a tramp. I just wanted to make her angry.

"Get out of here!" I screamed at her at the top of my lungs. She ran to the table in a hurry like a helpless animal and walked out with her clothes in her hands. As I watched her receding figure, I leaned against the headboard of the bed and sighed.