Sold to The Alpha

Chapter3

Fraya's Point of view

I lay still in the darkness, my heart racing with fear as I heard the creak of the kitchen door. "Who's there?" I called out, frantically searching for my torchlight. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed me, and before I could react, my mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth.

I struggled to free myself, but Enzo's grip was too strong. He tore off my clothes, and I was grateful that the kitchen hallway had been plunged into darkness a few days ago. I wouldn't have been able to bear being seen stark naked.

Enzo's voice was low and menacing as he whispered, "Keep shut, Freya, and I won't hurt you." I struggled with him, but he was too powerful. The gag came out, and I pleaded with him, "Enzo, please don't do this. Please! Please!! Please!!!" But he just covered my mouth with his hands, silencing me.

I was whimpering, staring at him in horror as he gazed at me with lustful eyes. I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as he brought his lips to my neck. I tried pushing him off, but he was too strong. My frail body had no hope against his muscular build.

I frantically shook my head, my eyes filled with tears as I searched for any way to escape. That was when I saw a bottle on the counter, the one I used to roll out dough. I stretched out my hand, groaning silently as my muscles pulled and strained.

I finally managed to pick up the bottle, and without hesitation, I brought it down on Enzo's head. He yelped in pain, releasing me as he stumbled backward. I knew I had to act fast, or he would come after me again.

But just as Enzo was about to charge towards me, Lycril's voice cut through the air. "What's happening? Freya? What's with the noise?" I rolled away from the floor, my torn dress barely covering my body. I was shaking with fear and relief as Lycril took in the scene before her.

But to my shock, she didn't believe me. "He tried r****g me..." I sobbed, but Lycril's expression turned cold and hard. "Liar!!" she spat, her hand landing on my face. "How dare you say that about my son?" I held my cheek, tears streaming down my face. How could she deny the truth, even with all the evidence staring her in the face?

I lay there, my ears still ringing from the sound of Lycril's voice as she scolded Enzo. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Lycril had been planning to use me for her own gain, and Enzo's actions had almost ruined everything. I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as I thought about Enzo's touch, his kisses. I had to get rid of the feeling of dirtiness that had settled over me.

I quickly got up and ran outside, pulling at my skin and rubbing it till I bled. I poured a bucketful of water on my body, scrubbing myself raw till I was certain Enzo's scent could no longer be perceived on me. I felt like I was washing away my dignity, my self-worth.

As I walked back inside, I felt like a walking corpse. Enzo's flirtatious gaze fell upon my body, but Lycril quickly pulled him away, not wanting a reoccurrence of the past scene. I was too scared to sleep, fearing that Enzo might come back and finish what he had started.

I stayed up, watching the clock tick slowly as my mind raced with different thoughts of how tomorrow was going to turn out when I finally left for NorthRidge. I thought about the alpha, about the rumors I had heard. He was a ruthless and merciless leader, known for his brutal fighting skills and unforgiving spirit.

I must have dozed off eventually, because the next thing I knew, Amanda was pouring ice-cold water on me, kicking my sides till I got up. "Stop sleeping like a log of wood. Mother needs you ready in 10 minutes. The Alpha will be here soon." Her voice was curt, but I was used to her nasty attitude by now.

I sprang up to my feet immediately, knowing that any delay could earn me another round of beating. I hurried to the bathroom and had a hot bath, making sure to wash my body thoroughly after last night's encounter with Enzo. I felt disgusted by his mere touches and kisses, and I wanted to scrub myself clean of the memory.

As I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself, I felt a pang of sadness. The floral gown I had sewn myself clung to my slim body, accentuating my curves. My hair was let loose, hanging down with just a strand draping over my face. I had thought I would wear this dress to my marking ceremony, when I would find my mate and he would see me as his beautiful Luna. But now, I was wearing it to meet the alpha of the NorthRidge pack, my new owner.

I looked deeply into the mirror, and what I saw broke my heart. My skin was bruised and pale from all the beatings, my eyes had pains in them, and even though I tried to smile, my eyes seemed to tell a different story, a story of pain, of torture and abuse. I didn't deserve any of this. I never asked to be born into this world, to be treated like a slave, like a piece of property to be used and discarded at will.