Betrayed By My Alpha

Chapter 8

I woke up to a steaming bath, my nails being polished and my hair scrubbed, what the?

“You were out cold from a fever” a sweet voice said. It felt like death, sis. I turned to see who owned it.

Aaron. But it wasn't Aaron, he wasn't a mesmerising woman with long flowy hair, wondrous skin and an amazing dress. This must be his sister.

“How did you? Wait, why are they? Could they leave?”

“Of course they can” she responded and with a clap of her hands they were dismissed.

“You're probably wondering what happened and why you're in a bath tub with nothing but underwear on.” she said gesturing to my clothes spilling from a laundry basket.

I didn't know I still I had those on.

“My nana says a good steaming bath is the cure for almost anything and I could swear by that myself“ she watched me.

“I'm Avery by the way.”

“Sarah” I replied, my tone biting, I reached for a towel hanging from a towel bar wrapped my hair and dragged my knees to my chin.

She was observing me, I could feel her eyes, taking notes of my every move.

“I found these where you lay” Avery spoke as if she were choosing her words.

I looked at her outstretched hand, in her palm were tear-shaped diamonds.

“Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Not even Aaron, you're his guest right?”

More like slave. “Yes, I am”

“Interesting” she nodded. “Why not the guest house then?” she interrogated c*****g her head to the side.

How should I know? Girl, I've had enough of this bullshit,

“What's the nearest route to McDucks?” I asked ignoring her.

“Dinner would be here in a minute” it was evening already?

“Thanks” she sized me up before dropping the diamonds into the sink, the door shut gently behind her.

What a day. I wasn't sure I wanted to stay here, but there was really nothing I could do.

I got out of the tub, and headed to the bed, I looked for my tea, it wasn't there any longer, Avery probably had someone clear it up.

I wore my clothes and rushed down to the hallway, hoping to find the kitchen or at least someone sane.

Every corridor looked the same ornate walls, gold trim, identical rugs.

Shit. Where even was I?

I followed a staircase I saw just by the right of the hallway.

The air changed. Thickened. A bitter, metallic tang hit my nose. Wolfsbane.

It clung to the walls, seeping out of an arched doorway left slightly ajar.

I should’ve walked away. I wanted to. But curiosity’s a stupid disease, and I'm infected. I peep through what space is left,

The stench was worse this close.

Dark stone. Chains. Iron. A glowing circle etched into the floor that pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.

Shelves stacked with jars—witch symbols scratched into their glass. I backed up instinctively, nearly tripping over something metal. A drain.

Then I heard it.

A muffled voice. A scream quick, then choked.

And then… him.

“Tell me again,” Henry’s voice, calm, almost playful. “Who sent you through my pack lands?”

The reply was garbled, wet.

A crack, bone maybe and another scream followed, raw and ragged.

My chest went tight. Henry? The same Henry who smirked about mint tea? I needed to get out of here.

I couldn’t move. My body refused. Every instinct screamed run, but my legs rooted themselves to the floor.

“Lying doesn’t work with me,” Henry’s tone dropped low, “Next time I ask a question, answer before I start counting.”

I tried to make out what the other person was saying.

“Tsk, tsk, you lot never learn” Henry drawled, I could see him grinning and that was what made this scarier.

“Since you can't recall, how about I give you something to remember?” I didn't want to know what he was gonna do, neither did I want to end up in there.

I tiptoed out the room, making sure not to make any noise, and bolted as soon as I got to the staircase.

A sound from across the hall welcomed me.

Loud.

A thud. A low moan. Then another. Whoever was inside didn’t care to be quiet.

“Harder,” a voice gasped. Female.

What in Selene's sake is happening here?

I'm not one to shame, but they could have at least locked the door.

Except that's a kink, then fire away.

The woman's voice rose, needy, pleading "yes, yes, yes. F*ck me hard”

“Oh yes” she moaned she sounding closer now,

“You're so hard, go fas...” she was cut short by what I'd assume is a spank, it came again landing harder than the first.

At least someone's having a good time.

I wasn't comfortable overhearing all that, and I couldn't find my way to the kitchen or back to my room.

Maybe I could go down there and beg Henry to show me. Nope. Bad idea, he's got his plate full.

I was too deep into thought to realize someone had come out the room.

“Have you come to accept my offer” Aaron said. I scoffed.

“If that isn't why you're here, what is it then? You're not my type”

“I couldn't find the kitchen bozo. You're not mine either so quit thinking so much of yourself” I bit back.

He smiled. Now he smiles?! f*****g psychopath.