Monster's mate

Part III

                                                                             - All I remember is you. -

Morning is cold. I don't want to get up from my bed. I don't want to die. I try to think of some motivational quotes that would help me in accepting my death. For example, -when you die you won't have to do your math test- This one actually does its job.  

Or maybe some motivational quotes that would give me hope of surviving. -Hope they all die from progressive cancer before you.-  

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Opens google. Starts typing -How to cause progressive cancer ...-  No! delete all. Closes window. Opens New Incognito Window. Types - How to cause progressive cancer without infecting yourself in the process.-

I have an idea! I should bring along some Buda books about redirecting the energy of violence into the eat, pray, love kinda vibe and hope my killer starts feeling closer to God. Maybe even experience some sort of enlightenment. Feels motivated on trying healthier approach when facing the problems. Like not murdering me. 

Purposely I arrive late at our little slaughterhouse gathering at the grand station When I arrive all eyes lay on me. I can feel the silent judgmental eyes from the other she-wolfs shooting my way. Am I missing something? Are they running late somewhere? In grave maybe? 

Older lady standing up in the front gives me a disapproving nod. She glances down the list where I suppose my name stands alone as unmarked. 

-Mis Bedwell, we specifically specified not to be late!- Her voice is surprisingly not as irritating as I expected it to be. 

-Oh, promise It won't happen again.- I say with lazy smirk, curious to see if she got the hint. She got it.  

As we travel with the bus we get further from the city and closer to the mountain forest. Duhh, of course we do. Why die in civilization when it can be in some goodness forsaken place that was lastly stepped upon during filming wrong turn 2. 

I turn my attention to the girl sitting next to me. I take time to absorb her appearance. She has freckles half covered by the strands of her naturally red wavy hair. Her eyes are off the brighter color compared to my green ones. Her cute pointy nose is coupled by glasses, too big compared to her delicate small head. I can tell she is a smart ass. Perhaps younger one or two years than me. I would give her around seventeen. By the smell I take a wide guess she is delta, maybe even gamma. 

She looks like one of those beautiful people you don't compare yourself with because what's the point of losing. I can picture her face on of those museum paintings that your art professor made you analyze with life important questions as -Why are here lips smiling but eyes crying.- 

Only then is that I took notice of her shaking hands. She is frighten. I should say something to her. Though I am not very good at comforting people. I put my hand over her overly cold ones like a mother comforting her child. I wonder are they naturally cold or only now given a situation. 

"What's your name?" I ask her gently.

"Sara." Her voice suits her. It almost comes up as a whisper. Gentle and sweet. I bet It makes people pay attention. 

"Yours?" For the first time she lifts eyes to see who she is talking to.

"Clare. Nice to meet you Sara."

For the rest of the trip we keep quiet. There is nothing to say really. Nothing that can change what destiny has prepared for us. Bus stops and I glance at the window only to see huge palace. I expected to feel creeps but strangely it warms me with longing sensation. It almost feels as ...home?  

The huge property, although estrange and soulless, felt like long lost safety I was abruptly ripped out off. Layers of snow cover untold secrets and broken promises. As, If the palace itself hides unhealed wounds of never ending suffering by soaking its walls with fresh blood. Terrified to let the blood dry out and risk for the world to see its deformed heart.

"Pretty sure Moon Goddess never created mate for him. Those like him don't deserve one."

I turned to match the face with this bitter and defiant voice. It belonged to brown haired girl with rebel eyes. She sighs -State so easily handed us over to this barbarian! Animals would be more cherished then we are!-

Her words held mockery tone that was used for years out of the habit. Her cluelessness about her unadjusted behavior indicates she comes from higher social class. She is used to being accepted without bending her spirit in order to fit in. Given her social status I am surprised she was chosen.

"Oksana, enough with your blubbering!-" The older lady shouts as she fights her way in front of the line.

"Yes, Aunt Lydia- Oksana sarcastically rolles her eyes causing few muffled laughs along the way.

"I heard he has disfigured face covered with ugly scars," whispers one of the pretty girls laud enough to earn her a disapproving glance from the older lady.

She was just about to scold her when her face formed panicked expression. I followed her gaze and saw the cause of her panic. Three huge shadows made an appearance. They were approaching us in the perfect coordination with intimidating steps. The largest one walked slightly forward compared with two following figures behind.

-Now girls be quiet and no whispering! These men don't have much patience and you don't want to irritate them.-

Old lady rushed to say and gave me one of her last warning looks. What did I do now?  Even so, I realized she is as scared for our lives as we are.

The approaching shadows came close enough and stopped at the same time in perfect synchronization with each other. Now I was able to distinguish difference between them other than that of a size. I wonder is the largest one among them the notorious monster everyone is petrified off?

He spoke up, answering my question "Follow inside. No speaking. Master doesn't tolerate sounds." I guess not. He was merely obeying higher orders.

Nevertheless, every vocal he articulated sent shivers down my spine. His voice was not simply intimidating. It was not human. Only the strongest Alphas can have this kind of effect on wolves outside their pack. I glanced over two patiently standing figures behind him. I used my enhanced smell to confirm my suspicious. Oh God. I was right. They are also Alphas. This can't be. This pack doesn't have betas, gammas, deltas etc. They are all Alphas and they all serve Him. How is this possible? How terrifying must the master be to make alphas want to serve and not be served. 

I couldn't help but notice the choice of words he used -master- So distant, impersonal. I don't think they have close relationship with him. I don't think anyone does. Yet It seems, as If they execute his orders without a second thought. What a commitment. 

We followed them through wide and dimmed hallways when I felt familiar hand touching mine. I turned and saw Sara lurking over my shoulder.

-Did you hear that?- She whispers trying not to attract attention from others. I furrow my brows. I don't get what she is trying to imply.

"Master doesn't tolerate sounds." She repeats the men's words from before, emphasizing on word sounds.

"What's your point?" I raise my voice earning few stares.

In return she jerks her head around us, pointing lifeless and endless hallways surrounding us. "It seems as If he is depriving himself of everything that makes life.. well, alive. Sounds, Colors, Joy."

She moves her big glasses up her pointy nose and concludes "I think he is in pain." I smirk to myself. I knew she was a smart girl.

"Why are you two so keen on making damn essay on him?" I hear Oksana's judging voice behind us.

Damn it Oksana. You said it too loud. Following growl confirms my thoughts. That growl was by far the worst sound of my life. I see shadow approaching and automatically raise my hands in defensive manner. But it isn't coming for me. 

In the blink of the eye Oksana's neck is held in a tight grip by the strong mens arm. It belongs to the same Alpha from before, warning us not to speak. I freeze at the spot. He holds her to tight but It doesn't seem as If he doesn't have control over his grip. She starts choking. As soon as she opens mouth to gasp for the air he thrusts three fingers inside her oral cavity, grabbing her tongue. With quick movement of his left arm he cuts her tongue and throws it aside. 

Oksana starts bleeding uncontrollably. Rivers of blood flowing from her mouth. Sara which is for the whole time leaning on me starts throwing up. Other girls step few matters away from the scene. Sound of excessive blood bleeding is the only sound that interrupts deadly silence. 

The alpha who cut her tongue is now ripping lower part of her t-shirt making strand that should serve as a bandage. With same controlled and smooth movements he ties down her butchered organ. His eyes never losing necessary concentration. 

-When I say no sound- He pauses and looks over at me and Sara -you shout your noisy muzzles.-  

I look over at Sara and we share terrified stare. Not because of what just happened to Oksana but because we came to even more horrific realization. He is not looking for his mate. 

His subjects are clearly given orders to hurt us, If we misbehave and If he was searching for his mate he would never allow that. He would not risk hurting the chosen one. So why the hell are we here?