Slave of the Wolf King

Elimination attempt

Olyria's pov

I thought that I would be given a cotton dress, maybe something manageable. But I was handed rags instead, they smelt clean, but they still looked like rags.

"Could I get something...."

"No." Celia barked.

"This is the customary outfit that a slave of the Alpha must wear. You do not deserve to wear anything prim."

I stayed silent. She was about to leave when I turned to her, holding her wrist. I planned to beg her, to please find it in her heart somewhere to keep me away from Zamiel.

But that was a stupid move, because she had my neck in her hand and then, she pulled on my hair.

"You're lucky you're his." She hissed before letting me fall to the ground.

But I didn't feel lucky. From the moment I stepped into that bath tub, I had already started mapping ways of escape. It was approaching nightfall, and I dreaded what would happen when Zamiel would come through that door.

"If you want to hold out in one piece, do everything that I have told you. Do not talk back to him, do not be stubborn, be submissive to his orders and meticulously fulfill his demands. Understood?"

I nodded, clutching my neck.

She put the collar back on my neck, and left me in this large hollow room with dark walls, and an even darker air to it.

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I don't know how, but apparently I had sat in silence for too long, and I had ended up falling asleep on the hard, cold ground. The smell of freshly baked bread woke me up.

I sat up on instinct and sniffed the air, the room was dark, likely already nightfall. But I could tell that someone was in the room with me.

"You sniff like a day-old pup." He remarked as he came out of the shadows, standing above me, a plate of pastries, in his hand.

"I reckon Celia didn't feed you?" He pursed his lips and bent to my level. I immediately shifted backwards in fright as I noticed that his silver eyes shone too brightly.

My back hit the wall with a thud.

He crinkled his nose and dropped the plate on the ground, pushing it forward.

"Eat, get something in your stomach."

My gaze dropped to the food, there was a butter knife near the pack of home-spread butter, it's blade silver.

The window wasn't too far from me, if I was able to get rid of him and I jumped out then, maybe it would lead to some back bushes and I could run without being found.

"Eat." His voice became sharper. I jolted and hastily grabbed the tray. He crossed his legs and lay his coat on the floor. Sitting on top of it, watching me eat.

The bread tasted like heaven in my mouth, my stomach rumbled with appreciation, grateful for finally having some food in. I hadn't even eaten back in Cresit.

"You'll choke and die, if you don't slow down."

I gulped and nodded, slowing down my movements as his fingers traveled to my chest, tracing patterns on the bare embroidery. Just as his fingers inched closer to my cleavage, I grabbed the knife and jumped on him.

Lodging it into the side of his neck. I immediately scrambled to the window. I put my hands on it, pulling at the steel bars, and I was about to pull one out when I felt him behind me.

He didn’t make a sound.

Not even a grunt.

Just a low, guttural breath as the blade remained stuck on his neck.

For a second, I thought I’d done it.

That I'd killed him.

But then he gripped my waist tight.

So tight I felt like screaming. His eyes didn’t even blink. They stayed open.

"You're not strong enough to completely pull these bars out" he said

My breath caught in my throat. He yanked the blade from his neck and flung it aside. The wound sizzled....then closed.

Just like that.

Not a drop of blood left in sight.

I backed away, fast. My nerves skyrocketed, and I had to hold myself back from crying.

He rolled his neck, “Next time, aim for the heart. Or at least be smart enough to make sure that other wolves walking patrol have retired to bed first."

"You're a monster," I whispered.

"I’ve been called worse." He shrugged.

He reached down and picked up the collar I hadn't even realized had snapped during the scuffle. He crouched in front of me again.

"You deserve punishment for attempting harm on an Alpha of whose grounds you stand on."

My lips quivered, I didn't know when I sank to the ground.

"Please, just return me to Cresit, I don't like it here."

There was silence for a moment, and then his large palm landed on my head, caressing my scalp.

"That's not how things work, Red."

"Please."

I leaned into his touch, by accident, as he threaded his finger through my scalp like I was a pet.

"I need my heir, I can't let you go till I have it."

My heart clenched, giving him an heir was out of it. Kubar had tried many times to get me pregnant, but it hadn't worked. I wasn't surprised as to why he thought me fertile.

"Isn't it against tradition for a wolf to mate with a human?" I crooked, hoping that there would be a silver chance for him to rethink this.

"It is," he responded.

My eyes lit up with a morsel of hope.

"But I never gave two f***s about tradition anyways."

My heart sank.

His hand slid from my scalp to my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his.

"There's a blood moon in five days," he said softly, like he was talking about the weather. "That’s when I'll take you."

I shook my head, trembling. "You can't—"

He leaned closer, his breath cold against my ear.

"I can. And I will."

I tried to pull away, but he gripped the back of my neck, holding me in place. His voice dropped lower, more dangerous.

"You'd do well to stop dreaming about escape. Next time you try, I won’t just let you off so easily."

He stood and walked to the door, but before he opened it, he paused, glancing back.

"Oh, and Celia?"

The door creaked open, and Celia stepped in from the shadows outside, arms crossed.

"Twelve lashes, make it hurt like crazy."

The pleased glint in Celia's eyes made me feel like I wasn't too far from a panic attack.