Dear Alpha - This Is My Revenge

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~TATIANA~





















The first lash of the whip triggered a gasp from my lips, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. 









Pain flared across my back, hot and raw, burning deeper than I thought possible. My wrists rattled in the chains, useless, restrained, helpless. Every nerve in my body screamed, but I refused to cry out. I would not give Luna Griselda the satisfaction of hearing me beg.









The second strike came without warning. I felt the sting across my shoulders, my body convulsing from the force. The fire spread down my spine, each lash leaving marks of their own. 









The servants began gathering in the courtyard, everyone watching and whispering hypocritically. 









"She really went far this time. Poisoning her own husband? What does she stand to gain?" 









"I don't even feel sorry for her. Such a vicious woman! Innocent by day and killer by night!"









"Yes! She is getting exactly what she deserves!" 









Each statement sliced through my heart like a knife. 









Even if other pack members criticized me, these servants, whom I had fought so hard for the last two years, had no right to ridicule me. Increased wages, better healthcare, allowances. I did everything in my power to make their jobs something they could actually enjoy doing and now this?









Hurt and anger tangled tightly in my chest, choking the air from my lungs painfully. 









I clenched my jaw as another lash came down, ripping a broken cry from my throat before I could stop it. My knees buckled, but the chains held me upright, forcing me to remain on display—bleeding, shaking, exposed.









So this was the reward for kindness.









My vision blurred, not just from the pain, but from the betrayal burning behind my eyes. I had defended these people. I had stood between them and Luna Griselda’s cruelty more times than I could count. I had swallowed insults, bowed my head, and sacrificed pieces of myself so they could live better lives.









And now they cheered my destruction.









Tears gathered in my eyes. I hated them. Every single one of them. I hated them so much. I wanted them to burn. To feel the same pain I was going through. 









Luna Griselda soon arrived at the scene with some Elders. 









"Has she offered a confession?" She asked and the guards paused momentarily. 









“No, Luna,” one of the guards replied stiffly. “She has remained silent.”









Luna Griselda clicked her tongue in mock disappointment as she stepped closer, her eyes roaming over my battered body with thinly veiled satisfaction. The Elders followed behind her, their faces carefully neutral, though I caught flashes of discomfort in a few of their eyes. 









“Are you still going to feign innocence?” she said coldly. “Even now.”









She stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I could smell her irritating perfume and see the wicked glint in her eyes. 









She tilted my chin up with one finger, forcing me to meet her gaze. I wished I had the strength to spit in her face.









"If you confess now, we wouldn't have to drag all of this. I will personally have all charges dropped and you can live in the palace as the Luna and you..." I suddenly spat on her face, cutting shut her words. 









Anger flared in her eyes and her hands connected with my face. Gasps followed almost importantly. 









“Look at her,” Luna Griselda said to the Elders. “Not a shred of remorse. This is the face of a traitor! 









My lips trembled with restrained fury. “I didn’t poison him,” I whispered hoarsely. My throat burned with every word. “You know I didn’t.”









Her eyes hardened instantly.









“Silence,” she snapped. “You will speak only when spoken to.”









She turned to the guards. “Continue.”









The whip cracked again.









I screamed this time. I couldn’t stop it. Pain exploded across my back, white-hot and blinding, my body jerking violently against the chains. The crowd gasped, some turning away, others watching with morbid fascination.









“Enough,” one of the Elders finally said, his voice uneasy. “Luna, perhaps this is sufficient. She is weak. If this continues....”









"Then let her die if she wants," she scoffed and walked out of the courtyard. My fists clenched hard as I glared at the back of her head with all the hatred in my heart. 









I was going to make them pay for everything they had done for me. The whips hit me over and over again until I lost consciousness.









The pain forced me fully awake.









It wasn’t the sharp, explosive kind like the whip, this one was slower, crueler. A deep, searing burn that crawled through my skin and into my bones. My wrists throbbed violently, flesh screaming where the silver chains bit into me.









Silver.









The realization sent fresh panic through my chest.









I sucked in a breath, my lungs protesting as cold, rotten air filled them. The place I was in smelled of mold and all kinds of disgusting things I couldn't even name. Somewhere water dripped steadily, each sound echoing like a countdown in the dark.









A dungeon.









Of course it was.









I laughed out tears, realizing how pathetic my life really was. A part of me wondered if Jacob was aware of the torture his mother was subjecting me to. 









He specifically told her to let me go after a public punishment, yet here I was, bound in silver in the dark dungeons. 









My throat felt raw. Empty. I was so thirsty it hurt to swallow. I needed water or anything liquid at all to quench my thirst. 









Then suddenly, footsteps echoed down the corridor. My body stiffened instantly as I heard keys jingling as it got closer. It finally stopped infront of my cell but due to the poor light, I could only see shadows. 















Keys jingled, metal scraping against stone before a door creaked open. Two figures stepped inside, their faces half-hidden beneath cloaks. They were guards. 









Jailers, in more accurate terms.









One of them snorted when he saw me awake. “She’s a lot tougher than she looks. I thought we were going to find her unconscious or something." 









"What does it matter?" The other one said. "Let's just do what we came for and leave before the others resume the march. 









For some reason, my blood ran cold on hearing that. 









"W--What the hell do you people want?" I demanded. "Don't come any closer!" I warned, shifting backwards as they approached me. 









"I think you already know the answer to that," he laughed, undoing his belt. "So be a good girl and stay still. Once we are done with you, we will leave." 









My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Goddess, this seriously couldn't be happening to me. What exactly did I do wrong to be subjected to this kind of pain?









“No,” I breathed, panic shredding through me. “Don’t touch me.”









My back hit the cold stone as far as the chains would allow. The silver burned deeper as I struggled, pain tearing a scream from my throat. My vision blurred again, my fear thicker than the darkness around us.









"I'll scream," I warned desperately. "Do you really want to be hanged for defiling your Alpha's woman?" 









One of them laughed softly. “Alpha's woman? Don't you think you're being a little too delusional? If the Alpha truly cared about you, why would he let you go through this?" 









The words cut deep into me. Even a total stranger could see the cruelty of my own husband.









He really has abandoned me. The pain made my chest heave in agony and tears poured down my face I screamed at the top of lungs.









" I WILL NEVER FORGIVE ANY OF YOU!"