4. Serena's POV
1994 Words
“Alpha Marcus, I'd like you to meet my family and my people.” Jason declares, shredding off the groom outfit he's putting on which belongs to our pack.
One of the men in the front line wears him a cloak that has a hoodie. Almost like that of the man from last night.
But Jason's cloak is a dark blue and has customized lines on it. And a dagger drawing at the back of the cloak.
“You're…you're…”
“Yes, Father. He's a rogue,” I complete, saving Father from the impending cardiac arrest and uncontrollable stutter.
“You're the Rogue Lord,” Father finishes, leaving me dumbfounded. “Those…those lines…that dagger…only one person dares to wear a cloak with that drawing on it…”
Terror squeezes the life out of me as I stare at Jason. He grins, sucking in his teeth. Mind you, the whole hall has an icy silence as we've been imprisoned by the endless troop of rogues that crashed my wedding.
Jason? The infamous, ruthless, beastly, Rogue Lord? I…I…fell in love with that monster?
“No, but I wish.” He laughs sarcastically. The laughter subsides and he has a monstrous scowl as he declares. “I'm Jason Rebel. The Rogue Lord's only son and heir!”
The whole audience gasps in terror. My knees almost give out but I try not to get that shocked. Father is almost melting away and I'm putting all my strength in holding him.
The whole troop gets on their knees and repeatedly echoes. “Hail, the rogue prince. Hail!”
This is it. The beginning of our end.
“How…how could you deceive me?” Father stutters angrily, pointing a finger at him. “You monster! You tricked me into giving you my daughter!”
“Father, please.” I plead, holding him back. This is a delicate situation. The last thing he wants to do is piss Jason off.
He's a rogue. That makes him a f*****g cannibal. Killing is what they do. It's their culture.
“Are you sure about that?” Jason sounds so cocky and rigid. A complete contrast to the gentleman who wooed me ever so softly by writing me poems, buying me chocolates, and bringing me flowers to my window at midnight.
Oh, how I hate him!!
“Marcus, if memories serve me right, I wanna think your daughter was the one who fell hopelessly in love with me. She literally threw herself at me. I must say, such a noble daughter you got there.” He mocks.
I hold back the urge to snap at him. But not father. Jason succeeded in pushing his buttons. And the next thing I know, he's out of my grip, going to hit Jason.
He did though, leaving a punch on Jason's cheek. But I wish he didn't.
“Father, please…”
“How dare you?!” Jason hits him harder and finalizes his brutality with a kick to his guts.
Father's weak knees give and he slumps to the floor. Muffled cries fill the hall, but mine is a loud, hysterical cry.
“Father!” I try rushing to him. But Jason grabs my hand, hurling me to his men who are now on their feet.
“Hold her. If her old man doesn't give in nicely, we'll kill her first. And then we'll kill everyone in this hall. He's gonna give in at some point.”
The burly man he hurled me to pins a dagger to my neck, and I stifle my cries.
“Serena…” Father's weak cries numb my heart. He's on his knees, placing a hand on his sore gut.
“If you try to resist, I'll kill your precious Serena.” Jason deadpans, grabbing his chin roughly. “Do you understand me, old man?”
“Don't…don't hurt my father, please…” I sob, regardless of the steel pressed against my neck.
“Then tell your father to be nice.” Jason snaps.
“What…what…what do you want?” It's hard for Father to utter those words. Because deep inside him, he knows what they want. He'd tried so hard never to get to this point, to such a miserable day where he'd have to give it to them.
But right now, he's defenseless. And without a choice.
“The Pack. The mainland. The islands under your name. Your secret wealth in the human world. Everything. I need them transferred to us.” Jason fishes out a piece of paper and throws it to Father's face. “Sign that, you old fool.”
My heart clenches in pain at the mistreatment. But this is just the beginning and that's what scares me the most.
Father looks lifeless as he stares at the paper. Everyone in the hall is wailing now because it's hell for all of us if he signs it.
“Do it! I don't have all day!” Jason barks, hitting Father's face. He falls to the ground, groaning in pain.
“Father!!!” I shriek, but my burly captor grips me back, almost piercing the dagger right into my skin.
“Pick him up,” Jason yells, and one of the men shoves Father back up. He's not that young anymore and he's got a weak heart.
Seeing them manhandling him that way is crushing my heart.
“You're gonna sign it one way or the other.” Jason is standing right in front of him with a menacing scowl. “Now, I'd like to spend more time coercing you but I don't have all that time. I need to head home already…” he snaps his finger.
One of the men grabs Father's hand, takes out his dagger, and slits the top skin off Father's thumb. Blood gushes out and he pins it into the paper.
I wail hysterically but there's nothing I can do. Father is groaning in pain on the floor. Jason has the signed contract with a monstrous grin.
“Now it's sealed. Red bridge packs belong to the rebels!” He announces and his troop cheers thunderously.
“Lock him up.” Jason orders. “My father will be here soon to take over the pack. He'll decide what to do with him.”
His Father? My heart repeats in agony. You mean…The Rogue Lord?
“Please don't hurt my daughter…” Father says between groans.
“She's coming with me. She's my wife, isn't she?”
Hot tears sting my eyes at his words. I can't leave the Pack. I need to stay next to Father. I don't wanna go live with these uncivilized creatures.
“See you soon, Marcus.” Jason starts heading out. My captor drags me along.
“Father!! Father!!!” I yell harder, daring to struggle.
“Mistress!!” Gina cries bitterly.
Gina. Father. The elders. The people. My friends. What's gonna happen to them? What's gonna happen to me?
“You men will stay here and keep things under control until Father arrives,” Jason says, stopping and patting one of the men. “Feel free to entertain yourselves with the ladies,” he adds with his sinister smile.
“What?! No!!” I yell, but I'm already being dragged out.
Father's cries infiltrate my ears. And soon, there was a massive cry in the hall. Mostly from the females. They'll be wrecked over and over. Dear goddess, please.
Blood dries from my face once we step out of the hall into the large compound of our packhouse and I see the mess they made out of it.
The lifeless bodies of our guards and maids. The children crying for help because their mothers have been taken. Our lovely garden burned to ashes.
I can't wail anymore. Right now I'm horrified. If our packhouse looks this way, then the member's residences must be ashes right now.
Outside the gate, Jason stops in front of a palanquin.
The rebels refuse civilization and would rather run in their rogue form and ride palanquins than buy cars. They're the worst.
“I would have wanted you to race home with us. But on second thought, I wondered what kinda guy that would make me?” Jason mocks and pats the palanquin. “Get in. Enjoy the ride. It's the last princess treatment you'll ever get.”
I clench my teeth in pain and agony, still not budging. Firm hands push me inside the palanquin and I'm seated.
The rebel men lift it, heading towards their packs. Jason and his small troop already raced into the woods.
I take one last look at our packhouse, with a shredded heart. Dear moon goddess, please watch over my loved ones.
I never thought I'd be separated from them. Not like this. Ever.
The journey takes hours and I couldn't help but fall asleep because of all the crying I've done.
“Wake up, slave!” A hoarse voice pushes me off the seat.
I pick myself off quickly and slowly get down. The place looks quite stunning from what I imagined. I thought I was being taken to the middle of some creepy woods.
This is a magnificent structure. With lots of boisterous noise coming from inside. What are they celebrating? Our defeat?
“Move!” The voice yells again, hitting my ass.
“How dare you?!” I snap at him. But I shouldn't have. He's a hideous-looking rogue with rotten braces.
“Watch it, you slut!” He barks, stealing my breath with a hard hit on my face.
I stagger at the force, my eyes widening to the excruciating pain of his assault.
He yanks my hair, pulling me into his body. I yelp in pain. “After showing you to the Alpha Lord, he's gonna hand you over to us. And I promise you, I'm not gonna be gentle with you. So get ready.”
He finishes and tosses me off him. I hit the ground hard, bruising my knee to the assault. But his words echo in my head.
The Rogue Lord. I'm being taken to the Rogue Lord. It's the worst thing that'll ever happen to me. Right after getting separated from my loved ones.
“Move!” He grabs my arm and drags me off the ground and inside the building. It's the most scandalous sight in here with the ladies moving about naked and the guys preying on them like it's the most normal s**t.
I close my eyes to the horrible sight, trembling in fear. The Rogue Lord is a monster. Literally. He could chop my head off.
“This way!” The man barks as we take hallways and hallways and small staircases until we arrive at the most quiet part of the building.
Men are guarding the door. And ladies standing at the sides too, probably waiting to be called onto.
“My Lord, we have the slave.” The man holding me announces.
“Bring her right in.” A voice, deep and thick, responds. Nothing like a monster’s. And the familiarity in it makes me feel more confused.
The door opens and everyone goes on their knees. The man pushes me through the door and it gets shut.
I stand at a spot, unsure of what to do. There are two ladies in the room. There's a screen covering the other occupants of the room. One of them definitely has to be the Rogue Lord.
“Take off the screen.” The voice says again.
The ladies bow and take it off, revealing two figures seated around a table filled with drinks. Seated on the floor, I should add. Uncivilized creatures!
Jason. He's here already. Dressed like a typical rogue. And the other man has the glass to his face, sipping his drink so I can't see his face.
But then the glass drops with a thud on the table, and his face comes into sight, leaving me frozen.
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