Tortured
1371 Words
ELENA'S POV
I've been shivering since last night from the pain. The pain came from a dark blue crescent-shaped birthmark on my back. I didn't know why the skin on my back suddenly felt like it was being burned by hot molten iron.
Since Carla couldn't bear to watch me groan in pain, she had to steal some painkillers from a supply room. A few hours earlier, she had gone to a healer, Naverix, but the middle-aged white-haired man had refused to help her. He said that this was the curse I had to bear and endure the pain until death overtook me.
Cursed? I don't know which is true, because my late father said something else. This birthmark is not cursed but blessed by the moon goddess. The elder said I was fated for the strongest alpha king.
But after experiencing such pain, mockery, and disrespect for the past fifteen years. Now I doubted my father's words. Maybe what he said was to comfort me, or perhaps it was just a fairy tale or a false prophecy.
In my horrible, pathetic state, I'm not even sure any gamma would want to be my mate. The strongest King alpha? Don't daydream, Elena!
This afternoon Uncle Radolf is gathering some of the pack leaders in the Whiterivers area. From what I hear, they're going to discuss something important. I don't know what it is. No one was willing to answer clearly when I asked about it.
"Hey, hurry up and bring the food to the meeting room!" Motti yelled. She was a gamma and a servant in this house.
"Alright, wait a minute!" said Carla.
"They want you to deliver the food," said Motti, pointing at me.
"Why does it have to be Elena?" asked Carla in an unaccepting tone.
"Don't ask me. I don't know, I'm just forwarding their message," said Motti with an annoyed face. The fat woman turned around and left us.
"Elena, something seems wrong. I worry that something might happen to you." Carla said as she stopped me from arranging the food on the large wooden tray.
I smiled at her.
"Maybe it's because you're starving," I said while pinching her stomach. Carla smiled back.
"I'm serious, Elena," Carla spoke out.
"I've hidden two pieces of pie for us. You can eat them first," I said to her while pointing to a cupboard.
"Nah, I will wait until you get back! So, we can eat them together," she answered back.
Carla and I hadn't eaten since morning. Because we had a ton of chores keeping us busy. We had been kneading the dough since the wee hours of the morning for the French bread and croissants that Uncle Radolf's daughters loved. It leaves my fingers numb from the continuous kneading of the flour.
After arranging the meat pies, pancakes, chocolate croissants, and salad on the tray, I hurriedly brought them to the meeting room.
"Are you sure to deliver the meat pies there?" Carla was worried about me again.
"Take it easy," I said with a fake smile.
"Everything will be fine this time," I continued.
I want her to stop worrying about me and start thinking about her future. She has already suffered too much because of me. Carla has even turned down three proposals, and she did all to stay still in the same pack with me. I regret Carla's decision because I did not want her to live miserably with me. I wanted her to live happily with her mate. But Carla refused. She insisted on staying by my side until the time came when an alpha would come along and accept me for who I was.
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I stepped slowly and carefully because my tray was full of food.
"The fugly is here!" Valkof shouted out loud, pointing his index finger at me and laughing. As usual, he loved to make fun of me.
"Look at her face. She's more disgusting than a monster. I think the monster itself is afraid of her," whispered one of the girls sitting in the back row. That girl was Joanna, Valkof's girlfriend.
I wasn't deaf. I could hear every insult that rolled out of their mouths very clearly. But I pretended not to listen to that.
"Don't look at her, baby," Luna from the Halfcrest pack covered her daughter's eyes
, forbidding the beautiful golden-eyed girl to look at me.
"Mommy, what happened to her face?" the little girl asked as I passed her.
"Don't ask so many questions, be quiet. She's a cursed woman, and don't look at her if you don't want to get the same curse!"
As the mother said that to her daughter, I could only hold my breath. When I took a second glance, the little girl was completely covering her face with her two small palms. She didn't dare to lift her face and look at me like just now.
When I was busy, look at the little girl. Accidentally, a salad bowl that I brought fell over. It scattered onto the floor and accidentally stained Darla's white dress.
"What the f**k are you doing, i***t!" Darla screamed.
"I'm sorry, Darla," I said reflexively while trying to clean the rest of the salad that stuck to Darla's dress.
"Let go of your hand!" Darla shouted angrily. She pushed me hard.
"You must have done it on purpose, right? You must have intentionally embarrassed me in front of so many people. Huh?!" she accused while glaring at me as if her eyeballs were about to pop out.
"No, Darla, that's not true. It was an accident. I'm sorry," I explained. But Darla didn't seem to accept my explanation. Of course, she must have thought I was trying to get back at her, even though I wasn't.
"What the f**k is wrong with you!" Someone grabbed and pulled my hair until I felt my scalp was about to be ripped off my head.
"I'm sorry!" I groaned to Reagan. He was Darla's lover, the alpha prince of the Berserkix Claws pack.
"Why are you so sloppy!" Reagan said to me in a loud, shouting manner.
"Let go of me!" I said as I looked at Reagan with evil eyes. My blood was boiling because he had treated me inappropriately in front of the pack members.
"Get on your knees! Only after you do it, I'll let you go!" Reagan tightened his tug on my hair.
"W—what do you mean?" I asked with trembled voice.
"Bow down on your knees, and apologize to her!"
I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could he ask me to bow down before Darla?
"Allow me to handle this b***h!" Valkof suddenly came over and grabbed me. Reagan let me go, and he pushed me to Valkof. I knew they were assholes who incredibly made my life miserable.
Valkof picked up a slice of meat pie and dropped it on the floor on purpose. He trampled on the food with his leather boot, and then he grinned as he did so. He pushed me until I fell on the floor.
"Finish that pie!" He shouted
His voice was harsh, and his words were full of hate. The look in his eyes was one I had never seen before, and it terrified me.
"I don't want!"
I shooked my head.
"Are you deaf?!" He said in an angry and intimidating voice.
" Can't you hear me?! Finish that pie, Now!" he said as he continued to push me towards the meat pie that had been scattered on the floor. I tried to fight him off when he forced me to eat them.
He grabbed my arm and shoved the dirty pie into my mouth. “Eat.” He demanded, glaring down at me with a cruel look. When I started to chew that tainted food, I could hear laughter echoing throughout the meeting room, sending frostiness up my spine and making my ears burn with shame and humiliation.
"Look at her eating so voraciously! She looks so hungry! Even filthy food that no dog would eat!" Reagan pointed at me; the jerk was laughing while holding his stomach to hold back the laughter
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