The Witchwolf

The punishment

CHAPTER TWO

LEXARA'S POV

The voice belonged only to Rakeri, my cousin, who was shockingly sitting with the birthday celebrant and was indeed among the watchful eyes.

"Go girl," she said while raising her glass of wine to signify her cheerful cheer. Her seat partner, the celebrant, was wearing a smirk on his face.

All eyes were on me, and in response, my feet started wobbling. "Are you okay? Just look at my eyes, you'll find strength and confidence."

His eyes twinkled as he held my waist tighter and tenderly brushed his lips against my earlobe, making me even shyer.

I indeed got a lot of confidence from looking into those captivating blue eyes that stared directly into my soul.

His hands on my back sent wavy electric shocks into my nervous system, making my blood pressure rise in a sexy way.

I could feel blood rush to my face, legs, intestines, and stomach, and hundreds of butterflies flying around the walls of my stomach.

He scented like the tastiest, creamiest vanilla ice cream; his pointed nose seemed to be pointing me in the direction of his bed. I desperately hoped that he would eventually become my mate.

He stared hungrily at my lips, and my mouth parted gently, waiting for the incoming kiss. He lowered his head towards my lips, and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the act.

Then, finally, his lips touched mine, sucking the pain away. Taking me to a new heaven. I could feel his bulge, and I was sure my n*****s were needle-hard, brushing against his hard chest.

I was so engulfed in my newfound crush that I had forgotten I was supposed to be back in my room before midnight. The Thanos pack closed their gate by 1 a.m., thus keeping those already outside, outside, and those inside, inside.

"Xara, it's time to go," Rakeri said, startling me from my dreamy, sensational imagination. I stared at him, wishing never to be away from him.

I nearly cursed Rakeri for disrupting our soulful dance.

"Oh, how time flies! Could we have already spent one hour on the dance floor? I hadn't noticed."

"Goodbye, my rose, till we meet again," he whispered into my ear, kissing it and gently nudging me into Rakeri's hands. "Goodnight," I managed to reply, turning just in time to hide the blush on my face.

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Rakeri used her claws to unlock my room door, allowing me to enter. I waited until I saw her back before opening the door.

"Oh, is the party over already?" a voice belonging to my mom asked, shocking even my bones. She was dressed in expensive gold nightwear, and her nails were fixed with the darkest black polish I had ever seen.

Those nails seemed sharpened for a sinister reason - to tear off my skin.

"I didn't expect you to be back this early," she voiced sarcastically, furrowing her eyes like a predator teasing its prey before devouring it.

"All you know how to do is party and sleep around with men," she continued.

Did I just hear her say "Sleeping around with men?"

If not for the situation at hand, I would have thought she was describing herself, for she was the one who best fits that personality.

"Hope you enjoyed yourself, dear. Come, let's take a walk around the prison cells in the house. No need to remove your shoes and clothes; they look good on you," her face contorted.

We climbed down two dozen steps to arrive at our destination - an unoccupied cell with the smell of century-old feces. The cell room was filled with decayed feces, serving as proof of the oozing odor.

"This will be your home for the next three days. "Let's see the angel that'll come save you this time," she scoffed, shoving me into the cell and padlocking it.

The cell room was dark, and all I could notice was the bad smell of urine and feces.

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Three Days Later

ALICIA'S POV

It had been three days since I locked her in the cell room.

She shouldn't have tried me. "One of these days, I will have her killed". My chest tightened with the thought.

She was a stubborn child. Even in the womb, I took countless abortion pills to stop her useless self from forming.

Because of her, I lost all my mates who were ready to marry me. They rejected me because I had given birth before. "I will resent her till the day I die."

An idea popped into my head, and I quickly took heed of it. Why don't I go visit her? Besides, she must be very thirsty and hungry; I'll give her a suitable drink.

I went to the stables and ordered the stable hand to give me a container of horse urine, which he did without question.

"Drink is ready," I said to myself as I headed to serve her.

I opened the outer cell door and quickly held my nose, for the smell of the horse urine together with that of the cell rooms nearly made me asthmatic.

On reaching the cell room where she was, I found her sprawled on the floor, almost dead.

"Lexara, darling, Mom's here. "Wake up and take this water; you must be tired," I called out, and at once, she raised her bony body from the floor and crawled to the cell door.

She stretched out her hands and took the horse urine from me, gulping it down within seconds. She didn't show any sign of disgust, making me regret just giving her horse urine.

"I should have dissolved horse feces in it and given it to her to drink". I wanted to watch the look of horror on her face.

"Never seen a person drink horse urine so hungrily," I commented flippantly, hoping to see a look of horror on her face.

Hearing this, she started retching, trying to vomit the urine. While trying to do this, she retched out blood. Her retching blood served as a satisfaction to me.

She had served her term. I released her from the prison and dragged her towards the kitchen with my wolf strength.

On my way to the kitchen, I met my father, the alpha of our pack, who had decided to conduct a monthly survey of everything and everywhere in the house.

"What's wrong? "What did she do this time?" he asked, giving the weak Lexara by my side a disdainful look. He inherited my hate for Lexara because she had black hair and, even at the age of 19, had not wolfed out.

"She went clubbing with some boys and returned yesterday extremely drunk," I said.

"What nonsense!" He roared.

"Guards!! "Take her to the servant's quarters, and make her clean all the fifty rooms herself," he ordered, visibly fuming. "You should reduce the liberty you give to this bastard; she wants to go around staining my name."

Lexara stirred by my side and managed a weak "Grandpa, please"

"Never call me Grandpa again," he concluded and walked away.

The guards fell onto duty immediately.

I smiled triumphantly as she was being dragged away by the guards. I wished she was sentenced to death at once. Of what use was she?

LEXARA'S POV

I wept as I was being dragged like a rag out of the master's mansion to the servant's story building. I cursed the day I was born.

I felt so worthless and empty, wishing I had died in my wicked mother's womb. How could they do this to their blood? Why!!! What crime did I commit?

Did I choose to be born a bastard? Was I the one who pushed my mom's legs apart for her to have s*x? All these thoughts ran through my mind, and I was determined to end it all.

They could flog me to death if they wished. "After all, no one wants me; I am a mistake. Dying will surely erase the mistake."

I was a hopeless, wolfless bastard who had not found a mate yet. What possible use could my life do?

I was dragged into the servant's building and given a rag and a broom to begin the cleaning. My eyes were weary and tired.

I started with the first room, cleaning all the little wares a servant could own, and sweeping the room. I had dutifully done the job for two rooms before my body could take no more.

Just when I began to give up, I saw him, the angel at the party who had made my heart beat a zillion times per second.

My lips broke out into a weak smile and my brain reeled with happiness. Then suddenly, everything went blank.