CHAPTER 2
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Anya's POV
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I had no destination, and neither did I have someone waiting for me ahead. The day was fast approaching, and I had to leave the Silver Pack territory before the sun rose, or else I would face a severe punishment.
I was feeling tired, weary, and thirsty. As soon as I saw the border that demarcated the neighboring pack and Silver Pack, I forced every ounce of energy in me. I staggered towards the border, dragging my feet amidst the cold, wet grasses.
As I took the last step, crossing over the border, my eyes were filled with a void of light, and I knew nothing else. I could feel my eyes swirling and turning. My heart was aching seriously, as if it was about to burst from my chest.
I clung to my chest as I squeezed my clothes tight, hoping to transfer the pain I was feeling in my head and chest to the clothes, but to no avail.
I collapsed to the ground, and before I knew it, my skin started to burn, and it hurt like hell. What the f**k was happening to me? Why all these reactions to stress?
Before I could figure out what the hell was happening, I was gone. Far gone.
My body ached as I struggled to open my eyes. I could feel the soft and warm substance under me, but I couldn't figure out what it was unless I opened my eyes.
'Anya, open your damn eyes,' Rhea growled, but I still found it difficult to open my eyes.
And just then, pain surged through me, and I jerked my eyes open. The fluorescent light did no justice to the pain and struggle I had before I opened my eyes, as the bright light hurt me more.
Involuntarily, I closed my eyes due to the beaming light. Then, after a while, I found myself adjusted to the light.
'Where am I?' 'How did I get here?' 'What happened?'
I asked myself those questions as I looked around the room I was in. As I was looking at my surroundings, the memories of what had happened earlier came to me like a running river.
I took a look at my skin, and it was smooth and clean, as if it wasn't the same skin that was burning a while ago.
'A while ago? You've been out for the past three days, girl,' Rhea said to me.
"Three days?" I said louder than I intended, and just then, someone opened the door, and I jerked in fear.
"You are awake," the person who opened the door earlier said.
He was dressed like a guard, and I'm sure that he had been watching over this room, which justified his action when he suddenly opened the door upon hearing my voice.
I nodded my head towards him, and with that, he closed the door.
"What was that?" I asked no one in particular.
After some minutes, two maids came to the room I was staying in with a lot of food. And when I said food, I meant different varieties that I had never had the opportunity to eat or cook, despite the fact that I'm a slave.
I was banned from cooking the Alpha family's delicacies as I was regarded as filth. But today, I'm not only seeing it; I will be eating it also.
"Your Highness," the two maids said at the same time as they bowed their heads in accordance.
"Your Highness? You must have been mistaken. I'm not... I'm not... who... who... who you think I am. In fact, I have no idea how I got here," I said all that in a rush, and I wondered where all the energy that I just used to speak came from.
But the maids did not say a word as their mouths curved into great and vibrant smiles. One of the maids was about to say something, but she immediately kept quiet and bowed her head deeply as a sign of respect.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and cold, and the once happy maids now looked so serious.
Nobody was there with us unless they didn't pass through the door. And where would he or she pass if not the door?
They did not utter any words, nor did they raise their heads to look at me. Swiftly, they left the room in a hurry.
Without further ado, I pulled the food towards me and devoured it. I was famished and weak at the same time. I kept on eating the food in front of me, and I didn't know when I finished eating all the food. I gulped down a lot of water.
If it were a normal human being, she wouldn't have finished the food, but as a werewolf, despite being an Omega, the food meant nothing.
"Do you need more?" A deep, authoritative voice vibrated throughout the room, and I jerked in fear.
I turned my head in the direction from where the voice came, and my eyes saw a very handsome man who, by guessing his age, should be around his early twenties. His pointed nose and brown eyes did more good to his beauty. His jaw was well sculpted, and I started to imagine what his mouth covered—his sweet tongue and beautiful teeth and lips that were slightly raised upward while smirking.
I have never seen this kind of beauty before, even in movies, because I didn't have the time to watch movies in my former pack.
Speaking of movies and my former pack, I have no intention to go back there, and I badly want to watch a movie. I wished I could see a well-made man like the one in front of me right now.
This man was the reason why the maids left earlier—then how did I not notice that he was in? He must be the person they were referring to as "Your Highness," because the man I'm looking at right now commands respect with his entire body. Without being told, one could have known that he is somewhat in a position of power.
It all makes sense now.
"I said, do you want more?" The man in front of me asked again, his deep voice now laced with some sort of anger.
I recovered myself and looked away immediately. As soon as I turned my head away from him, he took a step towards me.
"Hmm, hmmm, not now," I cleared my throat before answering his question.
The man that was staying a few steps behind me was now directly in front of me, holding my chin up with his fingers.
I closed my eyes out of impulse, and I could hear him hiss. He touched the front of my head and tucked my hair behind my ear.
Throughout this time, Rhea just went AWOL. She had not said anything to me since the maids came inside the room, and it was as if she was no longer there.
If we hadn't interacted earlier, I would believe that something is wrong. Everything in me felt empty, and now the cold, icy man in front of me is touching me.
If I was afraid of the man in front of me initially, I'm in shock as of this moment as everything in front of me went blank.
The touch makes me go cold and out.
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