Bride of the Blood Oath

How it feels to be Disvirgined

I kicked. I cried. I yelled. I begged.

But Sir Roland, one of Rosalind’s devoted servants and strong beta, picked me up from the ground with ease even when I tried fighting back.

I tried biting and scratching him with my fangs and claws but he wouldn’t budge.

He walked away with me to the room where female Omegas at Ironfang Bastion dreaded the most, “the dark room”, because of all the ungodly things that happened to them in there.

At the corner of my eyes, I saw Rosalind smirk, her eyes filled with joy.

“No please. Sir Roland I beg of you”, I screamed as we got closer to the dark room.

He did not utter a single word to me, instead he grunted slightly annoyed that I was fighting back.

Sir Roland had fully pledged his alliance to Rosalind, and everything Rosalind told him to do he did without argument. Most times he was happy to carry out the task he was sent to do, for example, the task of laying with me by force because he was one of the many werewolves who hated me, and wondered why an Omega like me was given preferential treatment over other Omegas.

He took me into the dark room where chains were kept in different corners.

He began to chain me up on the table in a way my legs were left suspended in the air while my arms were chained to the table.

He took delight in my screams as he tore my entire clothes apart.

“Omegas like you are filthy. Omegas are to be nothing but slaves to their masters, and for the longest of times I’ve wondered why Lady Rosalind has kept you away from what you deserve for the longest of time. Now I have the opportunity to take your useless virginity as mine, you slut”, he roared, partially becoming a werewolf.

Because he was half a beast, his own clothes began to tear apart.

I continued to cry quietly as I started accepting my fate. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end. It was true that Rosalind protected me from what the torture the other Omegas suffered throughout the nation, and I had little idea why she did that. She could have easily left me in an abandoned home of Omegas or sold me as a prostitute, but she kept me with her instead, trying to force me into mating an Alpha.

So maybe she was tired of protecting me from what I should have suffered as a child.

I closed my eyes accepting my fate as Roland was about to do the ungodly, but Rosalind walked in.

“That’s enough Sir Roland, excuse us”, she said as she approached the table I was still chained to.

Roland did not seem too happy with the fact that he couldn’t finish what he had started, but he never spoke back to Rosalind at any time. He grunted walking away with his half torn clothes leaving me still chained to the table as I laid completely naked.

“There’s so much fear in your eyes child”, she said wickedly as she stroked my face as though she wasn’t the one who ordered Roland to have me.

My eyes remained shut as I refused to say anything to her. I had nothing to say. I had no family. I had no place to go. She was the closest family I had since my father and my mother died, and sometimes I understood why she was wicked to me. I just had to endure whatever she decided to make me endure rather than get thrown out of Ironfang Bastion.

“You poor little thing. If I do not find a use for you in three days time, this is what would happen to you. I thought I should give you a glimpse of how you’d feel when it really happens. Did you enjoy that? Or would you want an Alpha to ruin you instead? I could easily pay an Alpha to ruin you”, Rosalind asked.

I was not sure she wanted me to answer her rhetorical questions so I kept quiet, and thankfully I did not get slapped. But I had opened my eyes now to watch her over me smiling.

“Or I could pay as much betas and alphas who want to have a taste of a fresh flower to have their way with you and leave their remains in you so that you would be labeled a slut and I would finally have an excuse to kill you or send you away from Ironfang Bastion”, she continued.

I could not help but think why I wasn’t killed or exiled yet. Rosalind was known to be a wicked woman to everyone but her biological children. If she wanted to kill me or send me away, she could have done that easily. But she didn’t. Instead she actively searched for who to impregnate me and I didn’t understand why. The most I knew was my father was her husband who had me outside wedlock, but unfortunately both my parents had died and that had left me under her care. But that wasn’t enough reason for a woman like her to keep me alive knowing that she hated me the way she did.

“Yes my lady”, I murmured.

It was the only thing I could say. I was afraid that if I rebelled or struggled, and would call Roland to finish up what he started.

She smiled triumphantly. “I’m glad we are on the same page. You had better pray I find a use for you in three days, and if you think I am joking about it, I would like you to wait until it happens. For the meantime, you will be working at the kitchen with Constance, a lowlife like you so you’d have company with your flock until I order for your flower to be taken away because I know that I wouldn’t find any great use for you anyways.”

I said nothing to her as I laid there covered in my sweat which formed when I struggled.

As she was about to leave, I began struggling with my chains with hopes that she would order someone to release me, but instead she stopped to look at me and began to laugh.

“Those chains are made of low grade metal. They would easily be broken down if you were a Luna. But you’re just a pathetic Omega. Your little assignment before going into the kitchen is to break down your chains”, she said leaving as she snickered.

Hours went by and I began to give up. The chains were too hard for me to break apart even when I transformed into my true form. I was weak just as everyone knew me to be.

A few hours after I gave up, the dark room torture room door opened, and a white werewolf came into the room. It walked gently up to me and tore my chains apart. It had purple and gentle eyes, but tried its best to avoid my gaze. Even as it did, I was able to recognize who it was because of its distinct smell.

“Leofric, what are you doing here?”, I asked as I got off the table picking up what was left of my clothes to try to cover myself up.

“Oops, hi twin”, he said returning to his human state, his clothes partially torn.

“Leofric, you’re not supposed to be here”, I said, still struggling to wrap myself up.

“You don’t have to do all that though. I’m bisexual but mostly into men as you know, so there’s no need to cover up way too much ”, he said quietly but a bit too casually.

“You know you’re not supposed to say that, you’re–“

“Lady Rosalind’s son. Heir to Ironfang Bastion. I know that quite well”, Leofric interrupted.