Revenge On The Merciless Alpha

Freya POV I stirred on the bed, sitting up almost immediately. I let out my first yawn of the day and jumped off, headed to the washroom with a cold bath intended. While I bathed, I whizzed a song my late mother taught me before the death of my parents. A lot went on in my head, especially forfeiting the pack to a man as vicious as Alpha Logan. Did they have to die? I asked as I swabbed my body. The pack has been in anguish since their death a few months back, and Logan ruled us like the wicked man that he is. What can I do? Nothing, of course. There was no need for these thoughts, judging by the reality that I am a weak Omega wolf—and one of the weakest in my clan while Logan is substantial and has more substantial men by his side. How can I possibly retain my parent's pack? Soon, I walked out of the washroom and back into the room. Quickly, I rushed into an outfit and settled on the bed. In the past—about a few months ago when the late Alpha and Luna were alive, maids served me breakfast in my room. Now that they no longer exist, I served myself without complaints. I was headed to the door. My hand held the handle and before I could pull, it was pushed open from the outer part of the chamber. “What?” I cried, falling to the floor. The current Alpha of the pack, Alpha Logan stormed into the room with two other men. He had the usual look on his countenance and I didn't need to be informed he wanted me dead. “Good—good morning, my lord,” I rushed to my feet as I bowed. “What do you want?” “Do you ask me this question in a pack that I own?” He scoffed and looked at the men who came with him. “Take her.” Take me? Take me where exactly? I wondered, watching two grown men take me by each side. The resilience in them penetrated each arm and I cried out. “Leave me alone!” “Move!” He bellowed, watching the men yank me out of my chamber and into the compound of the pack, a Pack my father owns. “Your days in this Pack have come to an end.” Suddenly, I was pushed and this made me fall to the floor, helpless and uneasy. What will be with me? Where was I being taken to? Of all wickedness to prevail, why do I have to be taken away from my father's Pack? There, I lay, until a hand jerked me up from the floor, propelling me towards a cart. Suddenly, a maid ran out, with a bag crammed to the brim with some of my clothes. “I shall come back for you!” I yelled. The wicked man had a crafty smile on his countenance and I screamed with all the strength in me. “Watch me come back!” “You can do nothing,” he mocked while I was shoved into the cart. I made an effort to run out, but how could I escape when two grown-ups were with me in the container? “You are weaker than a butterfly.” My bag was thrown into the cart, and I let out another scream. “Let me go!” Logan walked closer and slanted on the cart for a moment. “Ensure she is taken into the pack on arrival,” he spoke to the man who held me. “I don't want to hear stories about how she escaped.” As the cart moved away, I cried out my lungs. The man who was next to me whacked me in some place I cannot recall, and I fell asleep after a period of crying some more. The next time I opened my eyes, we were at the front of a building. I sat up on the seat of the couch. Just then, I recalled how I was taken away from my home and this caused me to start crying again. For goodness sake, I was going to take a tray of my meal that morning. Why did I have to come across such adversity? “Get down—” a voice cut into my thoughts. I looked around me, caught sight of the environment and jumped down from the cart. What can I possibly do at this point? Nothing but play along and scout for a way to leave the wretched-looking place. Outside the cart, there happened to be more carts. Women were pushed out, and they screamed—crying out loud and wishing to be set free. What exactly was I doing here? I wondered when I saw the other women. We stood outside, lingering to be let in and after a while of waiting, the gate fell open and we were pushed into the compound against our will. Firstly, the guards of the pack asked that we wait until we were invited by the Alpha. The man who came along with me said a word to one of the guards after handing him the bag with my clothes in it. After this, he veered around and walked away while the urge to scream and run after him engulfed me. “Move!” They said after a while, pushing us into a neat room. The other ladies cried, but I didn't. I would leave here soon enough, I knew and didn't have to join them in crying. The door opened after a while and a man walked in. He was huge and wicked-looking. My eyes shut and opened at the sight of him while he walked to a big chair in the space. “All hail the Alpha!” One of the guards screamed. We bowed with no words in our mouths. How can I refer to a person I don't know or have an idea what his name is? Cries and noises filled the atmosphere. The man took a seat on the big chair and scanned every one of us. I looked away for one moment when our eyes met, but before I did—I saw the satisfaction in his countenance. One by one, the women were taken away. They all screamed as the men rough-handled them, while I thought of what would be with them. “Her!” It was my turn and I raised my head, meeting with his gaze a second time. “She joins the women in the other room. She is not fit to be a maid.” His manly voice came alive in the room, once again. One of the men took me away, to another neat room in the pack. On arrival, I saw women I did not see back in the other room, and many thoughts ran in my head. The new ones were sulking, while the old ones said nothing but watch us. I studied their faces one after the other, wondering which of them should be asked the question that ran about in my head. “Are you maids?” Finally, I asked. One of them looked in my direction. There was pain in her smile when she flashed one and she shook her head. “We are not maids.” “What are we doing here if we are not maids to the pack?” I raised my question, settling on the foundation of the large and neat room. “What are you doing here?” “We are slaves,” she spelt out. “s*x slaves to be precise. Our jobs are to satisfy the urges of the wicked Alpha.” I froze. Last I checked, I was yet to have my first s*x. Is this how it was going to be? I wondered, shaking my head in refusal. “Can't you escape?” A few of the old set of women chuckled, and one spoke. “No one runs away from Alpha Ragnulf of The TimberWolf Pack, young woman.” Then it struck me. I was in the den of the most dreaded Alpha in the whole of the wolves’ kingdom.