Arranged Survival

Blaire white

A week has passed since I was thrown into this cell and left to rot like a rat. The guards always brought food for us once a day, which didn't look appetizing enough, so I didn't end up eating. This has made my wolf lose plenty of energy, and she would need more than the little grain given to us to regain the energy lost.

I had cried myself to sleep so much that tears had run dry in my tear ducts, yet that didn't stop me from crying.

"Food is served." A guard announced, angrily throwing the plate, which I hoped wouldn't spill to the ground. Even though it did, the people locked up with me would end up eating it from the ground out of hunger just to satisfy their stomachs.

I managed to turn my head, caring less about the mess that I was in. I was just a mass of skin and bones heaped on the floor. My eyes blinked at the bread and something reddish that sat on the plate. I could hear the other inmates shuffling to eat.

I had no energy left in me, but then again, I had starved myself for three days, and Hera wasn't proud of it. She has tried her best to make me eat these past few days, and today I could hear her threatening to do the same if I didn't do it willingly.

I crawled towards the steel plate, cutting out a part of the bread to dip into what I had recognized from the scent to be ketchup. The combination was absurd, but who was I to complain?

I definitely had no idea what the offenses of the others in the cell were, and I didn't want to ask. I decided to mind my business and only focus my attention on how to escape from here alive.

I should be thankful they at least took the liberty to feed us, even if they fed us like wild dogs, and I should stop being picky.

My heart ached knowing that my mate knew that I was probably here being treated worse than an animal. That man, that monster! He wanted me to die and rot in here since he didn't have the heart to do it due to the mate bond.

The sound of heavy steps pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked up upon hearing greetings.

"Good morning, Beta."

My back straightened, inclining my neck to get a better glimpse at the Beta. A man stood tall with his black hair laid back with the help of a black headband. His biceps bulged from the gray t-shirt he was putting on.

I eyed him down to his black cargo pants. He was very good-looking and intimidating, but not enough to put him halfway to London. He didn't look or dress like a Beta at all. He looked extremely casual yet exuded a dangerous aura.

The Beta of my former pack, Francis, always appeared in more cooperative outfits, which would make anyone, even a stranger,know who he was. I guess this beta here hates the idea of unnecessary attire. His appearance said that much.

His eyes scanned the environment before landing on me. He squinted his eyes at me before looking over at the cells on either side of me.

"Get three of them out." He was signaling at a lanky man.

The man bowed and moved to carry out his orders. I was harshly pulled out and made to kneel in front of the dangerous looking man. His gaze swept over my being before landing on the little blonde made to kneel beside me and the frail guy kneeling to my left.

"Emmett Nelson, daughter of Samuel Nelson. Your father committed a grievous offense by betraying our pack, and he paid for it in blood. You, on the other hand, will be stripped of your privileges and reduced to a mere walk-upon by even the lowest ranked. That's the punishment best suited for you. Any complaints will result in instant death." The man's deep voice yelled, shaking the whole cell.

The girl, Emmett, broke into sobs at his words, and I honestly pitied her because that would mean being subjected to humiliation without complaints, and that was worse than death.

If I were in her shoes,I would start begging for death instead.

"Pedro Garcias, for stealing from the Alpha and attempting to run off, you'd have your left hand cut off and put on display." The man grinned like a child after seeing the look of horror on the boy's face, which to him was satisfying.

"You'd also be put on heavy-duty tasks. Failure to carry out your tasks will result in serious whipping."

Gasps resounded from the room. That was just pure evil. I was horrified. Not only was his left hand going to be cut, but he was still going to be expected to carry out heavy duties. How on earth was that going to be possible? He was just getting set up for endless whipping, if that's the case.

Again, if I were in his shoes, I would start begging for death.

His eyes finally landed on me, and cold shivers ran down my spine.

"Blaire White. An omega with low abilities, yet you managed to break into our pack. You'd be joining the servant quarters from now on. You'd be cleaning the left wing from now on, until it's determined that you're not a threat. Any suspicious activities, and you'd be immediately executed on the spot." He said it with a malicious glint in his eyes.

This man scared me. I could see promises of hell in his eyes, and I was visibly shaken up.

"The Alpha has no intention of coming down here to entertain you scumbags, so I'd be doing it in his stead. Your punishments take effect tomorrow. Prepare yourself, Pedro, to become one-handed." He smirked before retreating.

Once he was gone, the air of tension brought by his presence cleared, leaving fear to sit in the air. In a way, I was grateful that my punishment wasn't as heavy as Emmett's or Pedro's.

We were taken back to our cells, each of us wallowing in our thoughts. I wondered if London had a hand in my punishment. Why would he even punish me? What was my offense? He didn't even come back to look for me.

I laughed at myself, feeling stupid for still hoping that he'd change his mind about me. I guess Hera was infecting me with her hopes and expectations. I sighed, blinking at the open space. I was going to have to survive this; I needed to talk with London immediately, and I must find a way to do so.

I wasn't sure where the left wing was, but if I were to judge by the pack-house design of my former pack, the left wing usually belonged to the Gamma's and the right wing belonged to the Beta's.

"We need to go to Mate and talk to him again. He'd change his mind and accept us with open arms." Hera spoke softly.

"How do we do that, Hera? How are you so sure he'd agree to spare us a listening ear?" I asked.

She was silent for a minute, leaving me to sigh. I felt bad for being so hard on her. She was just as lonely and distraught as I was, and knowing that she had a mate was consolation enough.

"I'm sorry, Hera. I shouldn't be taking out my frustration on you. Have you been able to establish some kind of connection with his wolf?" I asked.

She stirred uncomfortably, throwing her head on her paws. I knew the answer from her countenance without her having to say anything.

"The mate bond still lingers, and I've been trying to cling to it and establish a link with his wolf, but the connection always gets snapped before it can reach him, and when it does reach him, he closes it off." She sighed sadly.

I sighed, feeling bad for leaving her to do all the work. It wasn't fair on her part that she was the only one trying to make things work with our mate. The least I could do was support her for our sake. Thinking deeply about it, I began viewing being a cleaner as not a bad idea. It paved the way for us to try to talk with our mate.

"Don't worry, Hera. We'd get our mate." I said it with a weak smile.

I was willing to look past our first encounter. Perhaps he wasn't as horrible as he appeared. He may have just been having a terrible morning that day; after all, he had been drinking himself to a stupor the night before. I was willing to give the bond another chance.

"He's a monster." I heard a voice say something, and I turned in the direction of the voice.

Emmett had her head tipped against the wall, her eyes devoid of any emotion. Her fingers were trembling as she fidgeted with her skinny fingers.

"That man's heart is colder than dry ice. He doesn't care; he's extremely calculated and ruthless. In fact, he's the devil's incarnate. People that have had the misfortune of meeting him have nothing but misery to report—that is, if they're still alive." Her head turned to have her hollow eyes gaze at me.

"That man that came in here, the beta? He's Beta Reece. He's a killing machine that derives joy from inflicting pain on others. He's mostly the one running the pack on orders from the Alpha; he's his right-hand man." She took a deep breath, and I kept quiet as I kept listening to her quietly.

"You'd think he's worse than the Alpha? Think again. Some say meeting Beta Reece is a better blessing because at least your demise will be instant, but you see, the Alpha feeds on pain and endless agony. He knows every way to torture and break you till you're nothing but a walking corpse."

I blinked at her, my jaw dropping at the information she was feeding me. I had yet to wrap my head around all the information before she continued.

"His Gamma, Cane? He doesn't talk much. He's a war machine with strength that remains unparalleled. He's quick, strategic, and doesn't hesitate to use anything at all to kill. He's the Alpha's second right-hand man. But those two, with all their qualities, fear Alpha London. It is said that no one can win against him in a fight. His wolf, Fuyu, is known as the White Conqueror. No one sees his wolf and gets to live another day."

I blinked at her. I could not believe that my mate was being described like that. I could tell that he was unsympathetic and cold, but everything I was hearing here instilled fresh fear into my body and soul.

White conqueror? I've heard that name from Sinclair before. It was one time when they had returned from aiding an aligning pack in war. He had said that a big white wolf had leveled the battlefield, ripping the flesh and crushing the bones of every creature on sight.

Sinclair and seven others were the best trained warriors sent by Late Alpha Weiss; Sinclair was the only one who had made it alive, and it was barely. And it appeared it was on purpose. He probably left Sinclair as the only survivor from the battle to spread fear of his title and tell everyone about the tale of what he had experienced with his eyes.

That was the only time that I had seen Sinclair so badly injured and shaken to the bone. My stomach churned, and my body was shaking uncontrollably. Alpha London was the white conqueror. I held a hand to my mouth to stifle the gag. My mate was worse than a monster.

"Those three are the ones you should avoid the most in this pack. Although your chances of meeting the Alpha are quite slim, it's more logical to advise you to avoid Beta Reece and Gamma Cane. I'm saying this because you'd be handling the left wing."

"What exactly is the left wing?" I asked, blinking at her, and she turned, looking me dead in the eye.

"It's where the board room is. Beta Reece and Gamna Cane usually discuss strategies with selected warriors, depending on the orders received from the Alpha. The Alpha rarely goes there."

I gulped.

That was the only thing I could do.

I had no words to say to her but to keep swallowing the saliva stuck in my throat, given my situation and my lack of Lycan bloodline.

I wondered how I was going to survive this as I took into consideration everything that she'd said.

I was doomed.