fate's celestial blueprint

anger "sessions"

His voice was thick with that Southern drawl. I hesitantly accepted his hand, which engulfed mine entirely, making me gasp as an electric current surged through my fingers and up my arm.

I observed as he approached me and murmured in my ear, "I'll return for you before I depart, mate."

He pressed a kiss to the back of my hand, then took the slacks from my other hand and strode down the corridor to the bathroom to change.

I could only nod as my heart pounded in my chest. He was going to take me away from this place. I was finally going to be free of this location. I clutched my chest and bit my lip. Another smile spread across my face as my cheeks warmed with a blush.

I was concealing myself behind an entrance as I listened to Haden and Brent bid farewell to the other alphas. They were arranging to meet again the next day to discuss more matters. I strained my ears, carefully tuning in for the voice of my rescuer as he said his goodbyes. I decided to sneak a glance at him. His sculpted back stiffened as he paused in the doorway. He must have sensed my gaze because he gave me one final look over his shoulder before departing. As soon as the door shut with a soft slam, I pulled myself further into my hiding place. I closed my eyes tightly and pressed my hands to my chest, hoping Brent and Haden would just walk away and return to their offices.

"SCARLET!" Brent shouted from the front door as he spun around, scanning the hallway for me. "If I have to come find you, it will only make your punishment worse."

I whimpered quietly before opening my eyes and gazing up at the ceiling. I sent a brief prayer to the Moon Goddess, asking that she show mercy on me, then slowly stepped out from behind the doorway. I glanced down at the floor as I walked toward him. I could sense the fury radiating off him in sickening waves. I trembled with fear where I stood and shrank back when he roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. I did my best not to look at him and instead stared at the unattractive umbrella stand that I had polished and cleaned earlier that day.

"How dare you disgrace us in front of them tonight?" He hissed as his hot breath brushed my face.

I could feel the tears welling up as I tried to hold them back.

I was barely able to restrain the tears. I shook my head back and forth trying not to make any noise. A quiet sob slipped from my lips as he shook me.

"I-I did not intend to! Maria-" I started.

Only to be silenced by the sharp sound of skin striking skin as Brent slapped me hard across my cheek. I raised a trembling hand to my face as I fought back the urge to cry out. My eyes burned as tears streamed down my cheeks. The grip on my arm tightened and it felt like he was about to break it at any second. It would not be the first time he had.

"Do not you dare accuse my sister for something you caused!" Brent yelled at me.

He growled deeply and then struck me again before grabbing my hair and yanking my head up to meet his dark eyes. I could see his wolf emerging as His nails morphed into talons and his teeth began to peek out from his gums.

"I will ensure you never dare to humiliate us again!"

"Make certain you leave no visible bruises on her. The other alphas will remain here for a few more days and I do not want any inquiries." Haden said with a bored tone.

I observed as he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to leave. But before departing, he glanced back at me and something in his eyes made me gaze at him with wide eyes. It was almost as if he did not take pleasure in seeing the poor servant girl being punished. Like he nearly felt remorse for it. But that cannot be right. He may be the alpha now, but his father had no hesitation in disciplining me. He even forced Haden to do it when he was younger as well. Maybe that is Perhaps that is why he allows Brent to prolong the punishments now. He seems unable to endure it anymore.

My focus was pulled back to Brent as he shook me once more, this time more forcefully. "Were you even paying attention to me?!" he roared.

I stared at him with terror in my eyes and shook my head no. I knew it would only make him angrier, but lying to him would be worse. I was proven right when he growled and then began dragging me down the corridor. At the hallway’s end, there was a hidden door in one of the wall panels which led down a flight of stairs. He dragged me, stumbling and tripping down the steps, as I pleaded and cried out. Trying to grasp onto anything to stop him from pulling me onward. I tried pulling away from his hold as we neared the bottom, begging him to stop and take me anywhere else but here.

I despised entering this nightmare-causing cellar he referred to as the 'fun room'. I couldn’t help but start to panic as we approached the enormous wooden door he had made to be soundproof.

"Please! I’ll behave! I swear! Please!" I yelled in terror as he shoved me inside the chamber that held some of my worst fears.

Along the walls were chains with silver cuffs attached for both hands and feet. In the center of the room stood a table with leather straps tightly secured to it. Nearby was a small silver surgical table holding medical tools, stained a dark rusty color. The cobblestone floor was stained the same and smelled of old blood, my blood. This room was designed solely for Brent’s pleasure in punishing me. Near one of the back walls hung a chain from the ceiling and beside it hung a whip crafted from pure silver. Brent wore special gloves so he could handle it without scorching his hands.

I stood in the center of the chamber trembling as I heard him moving behind me. I closed my eyes and felt more tears drop when I heard the heavy wooden door lock. I knew this meant only one thing, he didn’t want to be disturbed. He despised being interrupted. Occasionally he would release that anger during the next 'session' as he liked to call them. I shifted slightly as I felt him brush loose strands of my hair that had slipped from the bun away from my neck. He grabbed me roughly by the sides of my face and pinched my cheeks together forcing me to look at him. I could already feel the bruises forming.