ALPHA’s HEART, MY PRISON

Chapter 3

Rose's POV:

I didn't think that Jack would let me go so easily. I thought he was going to skin me alive for sure, but somehow I managed to come out of his room safely.

It didn't matter why he let me go, but I couldn't let my guard down even for a second. Although I felt safe for now, it was most likely temporary.

Not only did I have to find a way to survive, but I also had to figure out how to save Andrea from this wretched place. The next day, Lydia took me to the construction site. She didn't say a word to me the whole time. Nonetheless, I could tell that Lydia was different from the others. She was kind and considerate.

Perhaps, she distanced herself from me because my father once attacked their pack in the past. This place became Jack's territory as soon as he took control of our pack. The buildings of our pack suffered a lot of damages during the war. The werewolves here were trying to build new homes. I was brought here to work as a slave as they were shorthanded at the moment.

My job was to haul the cement here. I could sense hostility from the other werewolves who worked with me on the construction site. When no one was keeping an eye on me,I secretly searched around for Andrea. After all, I was worried about my sister, eager to know how she was faring. I wondered if those werewolves kept their promise and let her alone.

Although we couldn't get out of this place, I couldn't let her suffer like me. "Cora, are you picking up Andrea's scent?" I asked my wolf.

"No. I don't think Andrea is nearby," replied Cora.

Much to my disappointment, I guessed that Andrea might have been transferred to another place. Despite my fears, I decided to ask Lydia. After all, she looked so kind. Perhaps she could give me some useful information.

"Excuse me, have you seen a ten-year-old girl with blonde hair? She is about this height." I gestured with my hand to estimate Andrea's height as I spoke.

All of a sudden, Lydia's expression darkened and she narrowed her eyes as if she was trying to warn me.

"Slaves here have no right to ask questions. You'd better work hard "

On second thought, it seemed like a bad idea to get information about Andrea by asking around. I had no choice but to drag the bags of cement while Lydia watched me. After a while, I found some time to look around again, but to no avail. I couldn't help but feel worried.

"Hey, hot stuff!" I was drowning in despair when suddenly someone squeezed my buttock from behind. I turned around almost immediately and my eyes widened in astonishment when I saw Jerry, the person in charge of the construction site here.

I felt sick to stomach.

"f**k off!" I wanted to rip his head off, but I resorted to cursing given the circumstances. My reaction seemed to have irritated him because Jerry suddenly blew his top and ruthlessly dragged me to a corner. I could tell from his bloodshot eyes that he was mad at me.

"You arrogant b***h! Do you know how many werewolves your father hurt? I'm going to make you pay for his sins today!" Jerry screamed as he ripped my clothes off. I desperately tried to fight back, but he overpowered me.

"What are you doing? Jerry, do you have a death wish?" Just when I had feared the worst, Lydia appeared, almost out of nowhere, and pushed Jerry away.

"You're not allowed to lay a finger on Rose without Alpha's permission. If Alpha finds out what you did, he's going to punish you."

Jerry gritted his teeth in anger as he glared at me and then walked away. As soon as Jerry left, I breathed out a sigh of relief and my tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Lydia, thank you very much. You're the only one who helped me here." Still suffering from the shock I held Lydia's hand and thanked her sincerely. However, she pushed my hand away almost immediately and walked away from me as though I was the plague.

I stared blankly at Lydia's receding figure. The hatred all the werewolves had for me was clear to see in their eyes. Did they really hate me so much?

I began to doubt whether their hatred for me was just or misconstrued. Did my father really do a lot of cruel things?

No! It was impossible! My father wouldn't lie to me. I trusted my father unconditionally. However, considering my current predicament, finding the truth about my father wasn't the priority at the moment. I had to find a way not to get killed out here. I continued to drag the bags of cement, ignoring the strange gazes around me.

Since our father wasn't around anymore, I had to be strong enough to look after Andrea. When I was about to take a break at noon, I received a message from Jack through mind - link. "Rose, come to my office at once."

Rose's POV:

My heart jolted, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. My hands nervously clenched the fabric of my clothes as I marched towards Jack’s office. Jack was sitting at his desk. When I entered the room, he didn't even look up and continued studying the documents in his hands.

After an excruciatingly long time, he raised his head and looked at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. "I heard that you have been asking around about your sister. Why? Are you still planning to run away?"

I took two steps forward and hurriedly explained,

"Andrea is very young. I'm just worried about her safety, so I made some inquiries about her. You have no reason to worry. I will atone for my father's sins. I am not going to run away."

Jack scoffed as if I had just told a joke. "Do you think your father's sins can be redeemed so easily? Even torturing you to death is not enough. What if I make your sister a s*x slave?"

"You promised me you would leave Andrea alone!"

I retorted hotly. If he dared to even lay a finger on Angela, I would kill him with my bare hands.

"Did I say that? Besides, even if I did say something along those lines, it was a long time ago. What I said back then is not valid anymore." Jack sat there, brazen and indifferent. He looked like he was going to refute his past assurances.

Looking at his callous expression, I saw red. My blood boiled in my veins and waves of anger surged through me. In a few short moments, I allowed the rage to swallow me whole and obliterate my reasoning lunged at Jack, grabbed his collars and then curled my hands around his neck. In this moment, I forgot that I was now a desperate slave. The only thought that remained in my head was that I wanted to kill him. Suddenly,Jack wrapped his fingers around my wrist tightly. The pain that shot up my hand was so intense that my fingers loosened around his neck.

"How dare you try to strangle me! You are going to pay for your insolent actions!"

Jack was furious with me. A red haze replaced the white of his eves. He restrained me effortlessly and ripped my clothes apart.

"You will be my s*x slave from now on. One day, you will become submissive and obedient under my control."

Jack pressed me against the desk. His scarlet eyes bored into me, as if he was a predator and I was his prey. He looked feral. To my astonishment. his face somehow resembled a wolf's, even though he hadn't transformed into one. I instinctively recoiled in fear when I saw his wild expression. Ignoring my struggle, Jack picked me up and tossed me onto the sofa.

I kept shrinking back into the sofa. My clothes had already been torn apart. Jack pounced on me and bit my chest violently, like a savage beast. A sharp pain radiated from my chest and extreme fear coursed through my veins. I strained to push him off me. My fingernails dug into his back as I scratched him with all my strength. He began to take off his trousers. However, he didn't do this like a conventional man. He gave a sharp pull to the tough belt on his waist, breaking it into two pieces, and the fabric of his trousers tore away instantly.

Sobs racked my body as I tried my best to back away from him in the limited space. "Please, let me go..." I whimpered softly.

Just when I believed that Jack was going to r**e me today, he abruptly stopped. It looked like a painful battle was being waged inside him, and a gamut of emotions passed through his face. Cold sweat had beaded on his forehead, as if he was fighting another person in his body.

"f**k off!" he suddenly roared at me. I stayed rooted to the spot and stared at Jack. Something was not right with him. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his lips had turned pale. Was he showing the symptoms of a sudden onset of some illness?

"Are youd okay? I happen to have some knowledge of medicine. Do you need me to check you out?" I asked reflexively.

"f**k off! Didn't you hear me?" Jack threw me off the sofa.