Chapter 2
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Freya POV
I was getting over the realization that hit me when the door of the chamber was pushed open. Men stood at the entrance of the space, moping at our faces one after the other.
From the look of things, they were in search of someone.
Did the Alpha specify who he wished to get laid with, or did the men designate on his behalf? Whichever one it is and will be, I could care less about the others but for myself.
All I wanted was to be untouched, while I scout for some way to get out of the pack.
How can it be possible?
This was what I wanted, and I must get out of this mess—one way or the other.
“You!” One of them called and I looked up. “You—”
“Me—me?” His large hands pointed in my direction. “Do you mean me?”
“Yes,” he said and looked at the other man who nodded. “You. What is your name?”
“Fre—Freya,” fear stopped me from not stammering. “My name is Freya.”
“Good,” he said and walked closer. “Be a good girl and take a shower. My lord wants your service tonight in his chamber.”
“I—I am not ready!” I let out, almost screaming. “I am not ready for your lord.”
“You will get ready,” the man said. “I shall come back to take you to my lord.”
Without saying any more words, he walked back to the door where his partner waited. The door shut and I knew they were out of sight.
“I should have known it would be you,” one of the women myself and the new girls met, commented. “Have you had s*x before?”
I ignored her question and moped at myself.
What should I do? I jumped to my feet, pacing the room.
There is no way I would let that wicked Alpha have his way with me.
This is not how my first s*x is supposed to be, for all that I know and care.
While I paced the space, one of the women came to meet me. “You should take a bath, first. Don't allow Alpha Ragnulf to get angry at you. It does not always end well, young lady.”
She was right, I knew.
I have heard of the man long ago and there was no good thing he ever did.
After a long while of thinking, I walked to one of the bathrooms in the space, washed my body and changed into one of the clothes I came with from my father's Pack.
Soon, the door opened and the man who left a while ago, arrived to take me to the Alpha.
I was led to a dining room in the pack, and there were varieties of meals, well cooked and prepared to be consumed.
“Eat,” the man said, pointing at the table. “The Alpha wants you as soon as you are done.”
Whatever the man said was none of my concern. If I must break out from the grip of the wicked Alpha and his pack, I need food to be strong for the task.
I settled for rice, before moving to pasta. Water gulped down my throat once in a while and when I was done, I loosened up on the chair—catching my breath with many tactics to escape the large pack, coming to my head.
“Are you ready?” Someone asked.
“Yes,” I got on my feet, confident. “I need to use the washroom before we proceed.”
“There,” he motioned to a door and I walked away.
Of course, I didn't want to use the washroom. Escaping was the only thing on my mind and this was something I believed using the washroom would achieve for me.
“s**t!” I cried when I arrived at the room. The walls were too high and there was no way of escape for me.
I walked out after a while.
“I am ready.” I flashed a smile at the man who waited forever.
“Follow me.”
We walked to the gate of a separate part of the Pack. I was amused by the artworks on the walls, and tiles on the footings of this space.
It was beautiful, I murmured to myself while we walked to our destination.
“Faster, slave!” The gentleman yelled, turning around to mop at me. “Don't get the Alpha annoyed when you go in. Unless you don't mind losing your life, then you could try.”
“I shall not annoy my lord,” I said and we halted at the door of a room.
“Shall I come in, my lord?”
“Come in.” A deep-toned voice commanded and the door was pushed open.
The moment we walked in, he stared at me with lust in his eyes. Immediately, I got uncomfortable by that act and looked at the footing of the space.
There were other things to fix my gaze at, other than the wicked man who molested girls.
Where did his conscience go?
Where did the conscience of the man who ripped me off everything I should have, go?
“This is the woman you asked for,” the guard announced, calling me back from my world of thoughts. “She is ready.”
I never said I was ready. Where did his opinion come from? I looked up to meet the young man's gaze, saying nothing.
My life is most precious at the moment and if care is not taken, I am prone to lose my life the moment I play smart, or foolish.
“You may leave.”
The door was shut and it was just the Alpha and myself in the large room.
“What is your name?”
“Freya,” I mumbled. “My name is Freya.”
“I see,” he licked his lips. “Sweet Freya. Are you not sweet?”
What was I supposed to say to that?
“Have you been f****d before?”
I said nothing and the monstrous-looking man got on his feet. “Didn't you hear me, wolf?”
“I—I did.”
“Tell me,” he scoffed, reaching for my side. “Are you a virgin?”
“No—no,” I cried. “I am a virgin, yes.”
“Good. Now hop on the bed.”
“No—” I shook my head.
“Hop on the bed, Freya,” the man commanded, his tone sweet. “Don't make it any harder.”
“I don't want to do this,” I said with a little bit of confidence. “I want to return to my pack.”
“What pack?” He was standing in front of me. “Do you know what I can do to you, young lady?”
“I don't,” I replied and headed to the door. “I don't want to do this with you, please.”
The door was locked.
Shit!
The man who left a while ago locked it from outside. I heard a chuckle, it was from Ragnulf who was seated on the bed.
“You have time to make up your mind,” he said. “Then, I shall take you by force and that is because I am left with no choice.”
“I don't want to have s*x with an old man like you!” I screamed. “Let me go this minute, Alpha Ragnulf. Meet the other women, I am not interested in this.”
I was crying already.
The thought of being pre-r***d on my first s*x experience was too devastating and I expressed how I felt by letting tears run off.
He was on his feet and headed to my side. “Are you ready?”
“No—” I cried, dodging him but his wide hands caught me at that moment, pushing me to the bed.
I screamed out loudly, finding a way to leave his embrace when I fell off—greatly hitting my head on the hard flood.
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