Mated To My Captor’s Enemy

Chapter2

Chapter 2

Elara

“Remember, you’re a slut. And that’s all you’ll ever be. A werewolf without an inner wolf. An Omega. My slut.” He smirked, his eyes glowing with satisfaction as he pulled out of me. I bit my lips hard in an effort to keep my tears in.

Once he slammed the door hard as he left, I couldn't control the sob that escaped my lips. I clutched the sheets hard, feeling all sticky, dirty and useless. I felt the insane urge to pick a knife and end it all. It would always continue this way, it would never really end.

The pain, the misery and the torment.

I could still remember the first day I stepped my feet into the Ashlore pack. A broken young girl, deserted by her father and made a s*x slave. It was my nineteenth birthday, but I was still without a wolf. I was a disappointment to my pack and my family, but I was more disappointed in myself. Friends at college mocked me, called me a failure, and I wondered if that was all I was.

A failure, a pathetic werewolf without a wolf.

I had wanted to run home to my father with ready eyes. I couldn't handle the pain, the way my heart squeezed like it was going to jump out of my chest. I needed some assurance that I wasn't a failure, that I was going to get my wolf someday, one day, but I met three burly men in my home, my father absent.

Having a photographic memory could as well be bad luck because I still remembered them. The f*****g guards of the Ashlore pack, the three of them were strong, tall, double my size, but they had different expressions on their face. I had asked for my father, tried to yell his name, but they captured me and brought me before Alpha Ace Ludwig, the powerful and dreaded Alpha of the Ashlore pack.

Hearing the news of my capture, my father was the first to get to the pack house, pleading to meet me, and when he did, he couldn't even save me. I had found out the truth about his crimes, how he sold out the Alpha’s mate's location to get some money for my mother's treatment. My mother died anyway, and the Alpha lost his mate as well.

My father had killed Alpha Ace’s mate, the Luna. It made him on the run.

I was the sacrifice. Alpha Ace gave him an option, lay down his life to save mine, but he scurried away with a tail in his legs. He neglected me, his nineteen year old daughter, and continued with his usual routine. I was made a s*x slave, a pleasure machine, and each time I remembered my father's expression, I felt like slitting his throat with a dagger.

Over the years, I had expected Ace Ludwig to grow tired of me. All men grew tired of a particular woman, but he never stopped. He was always hungry for more, night after night he came to claim me like the beast he was. I looked down at myself, staring at the mess he made me.

He always used protection, he never wanted a slave pregnant for him, it only showed how useless and pathetic I was. I tried to move my legs, but they felt like a chunk of wood, still sore from the Alpha's torture . My lips trembled as I placed my hands over my face, sobbing out loud. I should have ended this a long time ago, killed myself when I had the chance. I had been presented with several opportunities, but I always hoped my life would turn out better.

Now it was really a dead end, wasn't it?

It was already late in the night, the whole pack was asleep—except the pack soldiers. Getting up slowly, I grabbed some clothes from my closet and stepped out of my room. I walked across the hallway, staring at the portraits of his ancestors with a bitter smirk, knowing his would be placed there sooner or later.

One day I'd have my revenge, pay him thrice of what he had done to me. He made me feel worthless every f*****g day, like a piece of s**t and used tool. I lost my confidence, my pride, I became a young girl who couldn't speak for herself.

Each day I hoped my father would walk through the doors and offer to help me, save my life, drag me from this hell, but he didn't. Last I heard from the Alpha, he had said “your father is living well without you. You must be useless to him as well.”

I pressed my palm against my lips and muffled my cries. I leaned on the wall and slumped to the ground, blaming the moon goddess for my misery. If she had given me a wolf, I wouldn't have ran home that afternoon. I wouldn't have been captured, wouldn't have been mocked, I could have had a chance to escape from this torturous pack house.

I got up shakily and proceeded outside the pack house. If the pack soldiers laid their eyes on me, I would be returned to my room without a second thought, but avoiding them was easy. There were several ways to move around the pack house unnoticed, but I couldn't be gone for long, they would find me and make sure I was returned back to my room.

I tried to escape once, but the Alpha dragged me hard and f****d me until I couldn't raise a leg. He tortured me in the worst ways possible, and I finally gave him the nickname ‘monster.’ bet he was even much worse than the monster children feared.

Finding the fountain in the pack house, my lips curled into a sad smile. This was it, the end of Elara Rosie Edward, the wolfless daughter of Robert Edward.

I stared at the moon one last time and smiled, I was finally leaving hell and welcoming death. I turned to stare at the fountain and jumped in, slowly feeling my life, my worthless life slip away.

“May you be cursed all the days of your life, Alpha Ace.” I whispered one last time.