TTMA [Complete ✔️]

16. Reminder

Dalia's P.O.V

I was wrapped in something warm and soft. I felt relaxed and comfortable as I lay, darkness taking over. My mind hazed in a matter of seconds as I fell asleep, the

exhaustion becoming too much for my body.

My muscles relaxed, but I was still on high alert, listening for footsteps, the creaking of the door, or voices, but it was quiet. The only noise came from the beeping machine attached to me as it sent alerts every once in a while.

I had been in this room for a little over a day, I could tell by counting the moon, how many times it came and went, being left to rest by the sun. The Alpha hadn't hurt me yet, for which I was grateful. I hadn't gone a day without being beaten up or insulted, not to say that he wouldn't do it, but he hadn't yet.

He was weirdly kind, letting me sleep in a soft bed, having a doctor take care of my wounds, and keeping the room warm. I also had access to water whenever I was thirsty, although I tried not to push my luck more than needed.

He wanted to know my name and he used it instead of calling me his slave or whatever he deemed fit, he even called me his Luna and equal. I knew it was an act, there was no way this was all real, but it was hard to feel this different.

I was in a different location, I was being treated so differently and being told no one would hurt me again. It made me want to be hurt, I needed them to abuse me so I knew what to expect and feel. Right now, I was simply waiting for someone, most likely the Alpha, to snap or kill me. Back in the Trade, I knew the rules, I knew what would come if I broke them, but there were no rules here that I had been told of.

What if I broke one without even knowing it? What if I said the wrong thing and angered the wrong wolf?

No matter how much he told me he wouldn't hurt me, or that no one would anymore, how could I believe it? My own brother betrayed his family, why should this Alpha wolf be any different? It had been a little over a day, he couldn't know if I was going to make him angry and he definitely didn't know how much I had been used. He didn't need me.

He didn't need to waste his time trying to fix me, while there were thousands of strong and beautiful she-wolves, who would be willing to give everything to be his Luna. The Luna of the biggest, strongest pack in the world. I couldn't be that.

My muscles suddenly felt too heavy for me to lift, my mind stopped overthinking, and I could finally drown in the darkness, away from the voices and fears.

***

"Filthy slave!" A voice spat as I felt something tie around my body. Suddenly, I was tied to a chair, listening to all the things I had ever heard about myself, feeling pain after pain shoot through my body, sending it into a shock.

I couldn't focus, a loud ringing in my ear. It was all I could hear. I needed it to stop so badly! I thrashed and cried, but nothing stopped the horrible sound. I opened my mouth, desperate for help, but nothing came out.

Tears streamed down my face, coating my cheeks. I felt stuck, thrashing around a never-ending see of darkness.

Until it did end, the sudden light of a lamp burning my eyes. I breathed heavily, my lungs burning even harder than my eyes. Breathing felt difficult, draining. It made me wish I could just... stop, end things once and for all.

Then it hit me, where I was, and who was holding me here. The Alpha, the most dangerous pack, everything that had happened in the past month, and the way my life has changed. Going from being abused and afraid to waiting for the inevitable and afraid hadn't been easy. The anticipation felt worse than the beatings, at least they were something I was used to. I knew what followed, but with this Alpha, I didn't. For all I knew, he could be waiting for the right moment to kill me, or he could be building up his anger toward me until he finally snaps.

Then, I looked around. Cozy room, soft bed, me, being completely useless. I needed to cook, clean, do something. I needed to serve him, at least then he might spare me a bit longer. I was a slave, even if I tried to put it in the past. Now, I was a useless slave and that never ended well.

I jumped out of bed, tripping on the blanket I was tangled in. My head took the impact, my vision blurring. Everything around me spun, but there was no time to waste, I had already wasted enough. The day I was sent away from the Trade, I slept, wasted time instead of working, and ended up with a still unhealed wound on my stomach I wasn't willing to open up again.

I quickly removed the blankets, my hands shaking uncontrollably. Gripping the bed for support, I managed to pull myself back up only to notice my hands weren't the only things that were shaking. My knees and legs were barely able to stand on their own.

I never asked how much time I had been here, but judging by the change of weather, it wasn't a few days. I was weak before, but not moving for however many days, weeks, or months I had been asleep, didn't help me.

My body was tired, beaten up, and starved for the majority of my life. I had no will to continue, no motivation. I had no idea why I was even trying to stay alive, all I knew was that I had to live, that there was something out there that might change one day.

Maybe I would get some food, have ice cream one day, and only get beaten up once a week. Maybe I would be able to go see the flowers again or have the sun touch my skin. Perhaps I was dumb for thinking I had a chance at life. Perhaps nothing would ever get better and I was simply waiting for my death and hoping it wouldn't be painful.

I just had to move. Get out of this room. I had to go make food for this pack, for their Alpha, so they wouldn't snap for a tiny bit more. Maybe if I kept them happy, they would let me eat and get a bit stronger before I had to return to my past life.

I took a deep breath, pushing myself away from the bed and taking step by step, one at a time. Once I got the hang of it, it got easier. My legs no longer felt like jelly I couldn't control. I was exhausted, part of me wanting to get back under the covers and sleep everything away, but it wasn't an option.

I had done this many times before, I could do it again. Just a little bit of cooking, a little bit of cleaning, and then I could sleep again. Everything was going to be alright, or at least that's what I tried to reassure myself.

I still had to lean on the walls from time to time, stop to take a breath, but I managed to leave what I assumed was a medical wing. There was a large window, showing me it was still dark outside. I assumed, hoped, everyone would be asleep so I didn't bump into anyone, but by the looks of it, morning was fast approaching. If I wanted to be ready in time, I had to go faster.

I had no idea where I was or where I was going, wandering around the corridors. No smells were hitting my nose and no noise was being detected by my ears, therefore, I really had no clue how to find the kitchen.

I walked past wall after wall, door after door, but still, there was nothing. It seemed like this place never ended. It was like a maze, huge and confusing with no clues.

It took me a while, but after searching for probably around an hour, I found it. It was the most beautiful and giant kitchen I had ever been in. My family's one had wooden counters with white tops, a light wood dining table surrounded by a couch, a door to the pantry, and a small rug in the middle of the room. It wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. My favorite part was the couch, mostly its pillows. They added color and a certain coziness to the room. I loved how soft they were. I used to often fall asleep on them after dinner.

The Trade's kitchen was very different. It didn't have a cozy, family-like vibe to it, instead, it was dark, like the rest of the building. The counters were a dark grey, almost black color and all the appliances were black as well. There was no table, only the counters, appliances, and cabinets with cooking ingredients, filled the room. Our masters said that if they left anything other than cooking ingredients in there we would take advantage of it, so they counted every ingredient we cooked with to make sure we didn't steal from them. They also had a pantry, which none of us had a key for, where they left any snacks and drinks.

This kitchen was modern and clean, but very nice and spacious. The counters were white, their tops black. They were surrounded by an island, that was also white, but with marble tops and black stools. There was a door to a very large pantry, which was surprisingly not locked. There were two double-door fridges and two stoves and ovens, which were built-in, tying the room together.

I had always found cooking quite exciting, often helping my mother with dinner. Now, I was left in awe looking around. It made me wonder how my mother would feel, knowing I was now a slave of such a gorgeous house. Maybe I had only seen two rooms and some corridors, but I couldn't say I didn't love the design of everything. Whoever was in charge of this mansion had great taste.

I shook my head slowly, pushing the dizziness away and snapping out of my thoughts before getting to work. I entered the pantry, grabbing huge amounts of ingredients to make lots of different foods. I had no idea what the pack liked and if anyone was left without breakfast I would suffer so I wanted to ensure that there would be something for everyone.

I got to cooking, the only sound around me being the sizzling of the pans, in which I was frying bacon. It had started smelling amazing, making my stomach protest, needing just a bite.

Perhaps taking one bite wouldn't be noticed. Maybe I could get away with it just this once. I eyed the food in temptation, fighting my inner demons and angels. One voice screamed at me to take some food, while the other shoved memories of what happened last time I thought the same thing.

But another protest by my stomach was all it took to drown both voices and just sneak one tiny piece of bacon. I grabbed the smallest piece and was about to eat it before a voice startled me from behind, causing me to drop the bacon.

"Where my m-mommy?" I turned around to see a little blonde girl with pigtails and tear stained cheeks. I hadn't seen a child this small in so long, she was very beautiful. I left the pans and plates and kneeled in front of her, wiping her cheeks.

"Are-are you l-lost?" I asked, receiving a nod from the girl as she sniffed.

I tucked a strand of hair, which had escaped the pigtayles, behind her ear. "I-I'll he-help y-you!" She smiled and reached her hands over for me to pick her up. I gulped, barely able to hold my own weight, but complied and picked her up.

It was hard to stand with the additional weight, but she brought me comfort, reminding me a lot of my sister. There was something about her that reeked of familiarity, but also pain. It had been so long since I had last seen my sister and although there hadn't been a day, where I didn't think of her, this was different. This child brought me so much pain, so many memories, and all she was doing was sniffling in my arms.

"You-you re-remind me of so-meone," I whispered quietly, smiling as I recalled our childhood and how close my sister and I were. She looked up at me, her eyes a beautiful hazel color. She gazed with curiosity, making us both get lost in each other's presence until the aura in the room shifted.

The air felt different, there was a member of higher authority in the room and they were coming right toward us with a furious expression.

"Who the hell are you?" The woman snapped, bawling her fists, ready to punch me.

"I-I'm!" She moved closer.

"Shut the f**k up!" Her roar made me jump, hitting my back on the hot stove. I cried out in pain, scaring the child in my arms.

"Now, listen, you, filthy rogue, put my daughter down or that burn will be the least of your worries!" I was about to obey and put the girl down when the Alpha stormed in, grabbing the woman by the arm and growling in her ear.

"Don't you dare ever speak to my mate like that again!"

A/N:

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