Willing to do

The cold water splashed into me, reaching into me and enveloping me like a collar. My hands were stationed beside me as if it was chained by an invisible chain. I was talking but I couldn’t hear anything, even tried to scream at the top of my lungs but it felt like I was in a deep hollow.

I looked down and saw I was floating in the air.

I frowned, looking at the surroundings one more time before I fell into the ground, which turned out to be an endless pit.

My eyes instantly opened, and I felt eyes staring at me quietly.

I cleared my throat, seeing Alpha Fenris standing at the foot of my bed without any sound as he looked down at me.

”Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted with a smirk. “Are you just going to stare at me the whole time? Cause I can do this all day.”

I ignored his suggestive comment and looked at the side table for any water.

”Oh, here,” He handed me the glass of water.

I looked at him, “Does it have poison?”

”Oh baby, I made a whole effort, risking my pack for war to get you, just for you to think I poisoned you?”

I rolled my eyes and took the glass of water. He then watched me quietly as I slowly downed the water.

”Can you leave now? Why were you even creeping up on me while I slept?”

”You were talking in your sleep…” He trailed off, gone was the playfulness in his tone.

“How are you feeling?” He's acting all normal. It seems to me that everything was a dream yesterday. My head is still hazy from all the thoughts racing in my head.

At this point, what am I even fighting for?

For my life? My useless life? Which had been trampled on and on? At this point, I want to ask that damn mon goddess why she even lets me be alive? What is my purpose? to be fucked by everyone? I knew that I had this fighting instinct engraved inside me, always having to fight for life but I would always want to just give up.

Why bother standing up when I had already been stepped on each time I tried to stand back up?

“Quit the feigning worry. Tell me what you came here for.” I stood up, leveling to him.

He took a step forward to fill the gap between us, “Your brother was forcing me to get you at the field.”

I glanced out the window and saw my brother, waiting outside, ”For what?”

Alpha Fenris shook his head, ”I don’t know, for a sister and brother family type of bonding?

”Have you seen your other brother yet?” He asked, and I didn’t even want to think about that weakling who I trusted to help me and stood up to me but didn’t.

I sighed, ”Can we stop talking about them?”

”Then what are your plans for today?”

”How about you let me out of here?” I suggested.

”I could do that, but we haven’t bonded yet. I want to get to know you, you know I am serious about making you my mate. But I'm a gentleman of course.”

“What? don’t tell me you want to ask what’s my favorite color and start from there?” I almost laugh at the thought. What bothers me most is how close he is. Although he had the ability to just pin me down, do what he wanted, and just be done with all of it he didn’t. It pains me how agonizingly slow he is making it, taking the time to talk to me and curse him for maintaining a close distance just to tease me, as if saying, “You are mine, I could do what I want but not for now.

I’m supposed to feel better and relieved that he hadn’t done anything that violates my rights yet-well except the fact that he forced me here, but not to the point that he’s treating me like an object. In fact, I hate how he’s taking the time to talk to me like. decent human being.

It makes it hard to hate him. If only he were a little bit meaner. To think that he granted me this room like a normal being. Which is opposite to my past experiences of being held captive.

But on a good note, I could make him change his mind. Just as I initially planned yesterday. I shouldn't lose focus and soften my heart just because my kidnapper treated me well enough.

“Exactly, you already read my mind, unless you don’t want to? Just tell me if you want me to skip that part and mark you right here and now.” Softly, he grazed his hands on my arms, my shoulders, and down to my collarbones. He inhaled my scent and released a shaky breath.

”Do you know what’s stopping me from marking you? it’s because I pity you…and I find you interesting enough to talk to you.”

“Oh, just kill me, Alpha Fenris.” At this point, I wish I could just give him silver chains push it all to him, and let me burn in flames. just to end this madness. I think I exist just for the entertainment of these bastard werewolves.

A knock came and I saw Ravena holding some clothes. I looked at her, she was avoiding me and quickly left.

”Ravena!”

I called out but she closed the door behind her.

I glanced at Alpha Fenris, “You’re using her as a slave here.”

“Well, that’s better for you, right? She’ll be able to help you with your needs, and once you bear our pups, she can also help you in labor.”

I sighed that talk again. Claiming me. He really doesn’t have any plans of giving up.

“Why are you still desperate to get me?”

“Why? I love it.” He then pointed at the clothes Ravena left by the door, “Go ahead and change your clothes first.”

”Okay, then leave.”

”Why? I already saw your body, and I’ll be seeing that soon enough.”

I raised my eyebrows at him, “Can you stop with that talk?”

His lips just curved up and he shrugged, “Alright, I’ll just turn around.”

If I were to ask him to really leave, he might not even let me have my privacy so I just took off my clothes and put on the clean black shirt and jeans. Silence came to us as he patiently waited for me to finish dressing.

“Done?” He asked and turned around without even hearing my reply.

I wasn’t finished tossing my shirt down to my back but it was too late for me, he already saw the bruises I had and I saw how his eyes widened in shock, looking at me with pity.

“Guess you really had a rough life.” He commented, tracing his hands on my back but I pushed him away and pulled my shirt down.

”I didn’t give you my permission to look.”

But he ignored my sentence and just grabbed a box from the cabinet.

It was a medicine kit, and he grabbed some herbs and bandages and let me lay on my stomach so my back was facing him.

I wanted to brush him off but he was firm in his command so I quietly obeyed him. Plus, no use fighting him if he was going to get what he wanted anyway.

He started to put some cool ointment on my back and I felt relief flooding in. He then started to talk, “In my pack, females are precious, I never let them work and our males are the ones doing the hunting and killing. I just hate seeing females getting attacked like this. Makes me think of my mother who had to endure as she was not my father’s mate yet he made her pregnant. She has driven away from our pack after delivering me, so from then on, I promised that I would never ever let any female be hurt like what she endured.”

I didn’t expect him to open up like this….to tell that to me…

”I promise you, I may be rough and tough, that because I have to, and I was brought up that way, but I would never ever intentionally hurt any female.”

Is this his way of saying I should trust him? But how could I when my life is already fucked up? I am beyond saving now.

Thoughts of how my life would have been if Creed hadn’t ransacked his whole pack, and I were already mated with him…would I have been living favorably now? Would I have been loved and cherished? Would I have belonged to something finally? Or carry his pups? How come I have all these thoughts now?

“Oh, females like me are nothing in Ceylan’s pack.” I tried to change the topic, make it smoother and lighter but he paused.

“Want me to kill your brother for you?” He suggested all of a sudden.