Filed to story: The Alpha King’s Intoxicating Mate
“You b***h” he howled, and the other guard punched me directly in the stomach.
I winced, swinging wildly from the chain. Brynn glared at me. She looked towards the guard that was still standing and jerked her head towards me.
“Rip her shirt off” she demanded coldly.
I braced myself, and felt the sting of his claws as he used them to tear, not only my shirt but my bra as well, leaving my bare skin exposed to them. I stared at them both, daring them to continue. I wasn’t going to cry or plead with them to stop. I wasn’t going to beg them to cover me back up. It incensed Brynn. She let out an angry screech, brandishing the whip at me.
She strode around to the back of me. “God, I hate you” she snarled, the crack of the whip sounding, before I felt the most excruciating pain in my back, a hiss escaping through my clenched teeth as I struggled for air.
It felt like my back was on fire. She hit me again, my back arching in pain, my teeth gritting as I endured it. My silence only infuriated her some more, the guards standing back, their eyes wide as they watched her take her anger out on me, each stroke breaking the skin and sending blood splatters to the floor.
Whack, whack, whack. She hit me in quick succession, each hit harder than the one before. I exhaled, fighting back the tears. I had been whipped before. But not by her. It was illegal for Brynn to be punishing anyone before she officially became Alpha. My body shook with the effort of keeping the urge to scream in. My eyes pricked with tears that I valiantly tried not to spill.
Whack, whack. She wasn’t holding back. The whip cracked loudly as she began to hit me, over and over, till it felt as though she had split me wide open, blood spurting out from the wounds. I could feel myself beginning to lose control, the agony so bad that I was struggling not to show my anguish. The room was beginning to feel like it was spinning around me and I felt disorientated, breathing shallowly.
“Scream damnit” she yelled, her voice echoing across the chamber “Scream and beg me to stop” she roared.
I clenched my teeth. She was panting heavily from her exertion now. The guards were beginning to look nervous. I could feel my heart racing and then it began to slow and I wheezed. I knew instinctively what was about to happen and could feel myself beginning to panic.
“Stop” the blonde guy spoke, sounding panicked now as he looked at me closer, blood trickling out of my lip “Brynn stop already” he growled “That’s enough. Look at her” he ordered.
She took no notice, hitting me several more times. My chest began to feel tight and I struggled to breathe. The guard swore. My heart was racing, but now I could feel it beginning to slow as my vision blurred and my body began to go limp.
“f**k, can’t you tell she’s having an attack” he snapped, forcibly taking the whip off of Brynn as she struggled against him “If she dies, we all die” he snarled.
That got through to her. She stopped, her eyes widening in panic. I wheezed, the other guard quickly taking my cuffs off and lowering me to the floor.
“What do we do?” he whispered, “if we take her to the hospital wing, the Alpha will know what we’ve done.”
Brynn laughed “Who cares if she dies,” she said maliciously “Trust me, my father pretends to care, but in reality, it doesn’t matter. Leave her here, if she lives, then nothing happens and if she dies, well then, the pack just loses a useless member,” she said nonchalantly. The guards stared at her incredulously. I stared up at them, each breath feeling as though it was going to be my last.
I coughed, still trying to draw air into my lungs. The guards muttered to each other and then stood up. I could feel myself barely being able to hold onto consciousness. My chest was so tight it was a miracle I could breathe at all. My heart was giving up on me. I watched with bleary eyes as Brynn handed the whip to the blonde guard and kissed him on the cheek, before sauntering up the stairs as though nothing had happened. My hand clutched my chest. My eyes watered. Every breath was a struggle. The door to the cell shut with a finality that made me gasp. The guards turned their backs, hiding the whip as though they hadn’t been involved. The room spun around me. I could feel my life beginning to slip away. Was I going to die down here?
Had Brynn finally achieved what she had wanted all along? I felt resentment flood through me. Even as I felt the intolerable pain that shot through my body, with every movement, I rolled over, trying to open my airway just a little more. I was so close to leaving this pack and every single miserable one of them behind. So close to finally being in charge of my own destiny. I rubbed my chest, encouraging my heart to keep beating. If I died now, the pack would be free of me, but I would never get to experience the life I was desperate to have. Breathe, damnit Leah, I thought to myself, weak as a kitten. Breathe and keep your heart beating. To die is only to let these bastards win. I would be damned if I allowed that to happen. Brynn was going to get her comeuppance and I was going to be the one to make that happen.
Breathe and live to get your revenge! Breathe!
Leah POV
Agony. Pain. It all blended as I fought to keep myself alive, clinging to the very threads of consciousness over the next few days. I stayed dimly aware, as the guards forced stale bread and dirty water down my throat, the only sustenance I was provided as I struggled to keep on breathing and my heart rate began to return to its normal rhythm. This was the longest I had ever suffered an attack, no doubt due to Brynn’s merciless attack. I felt my strength, what little I possessed, come back as I sat upright, glaring at the guards who remained at their table, their heads lowered, ignoring my existence. They were lucky I hadn’t died. I could feel my back pinching, the blood that had trickled from the wounds dry and sticking to my flesh. I winced. That was going to be a nightmare to clean off. I shuddered at the thought.
My body was still half-naked. I prayed that I didn’t get an infection, trying to touch the wounds and hissing as the merest touch sent pain reverberating through my body. Without a wolf, I would heal, but it would be slow, and the pain would be noticeable until then. I raised my head as the cell door opened and a guard stepped in, a look of disgust on his face. Without ceremony he bent down and grabbed me under the arms, yanking me harshly to my feet. I gave a small cry, and he began to drag me out towards the back, where the showers were housed. The other guard merely watched a look of amusement on his face. I offered no resistance, my body drained. The guard stopped. I looked at him blankly. He rolled his eyes.
“Take the rest of your clothes off” he grunted.
I stiffly bent down and pulled my pants and panties off, kicking them away. The guard grabbed a bar of soap and handed it to me, gesturing towards the shower which had a button you pushed to start it. “Wash yourself,” he said gruffly “the Luna wants you to serve dinner to her and her guests tonight in the formal dining room.”
I pushed the button, bracing myself for the cold water that came streaming out of the showerhead above me. I stiffened my body freezing, pain sweeping over me as the water cascaded down my body, peeling off the dried blood and causing more pain. I fought back my screams and I began to slowly scrub myself all over, aware of my body odor which was pungent and strong, lathering my hair up and cleaning it, until my whole body was squeaky clean. I shivered violently under the water, biting my lip, grateful to see that very little blood had mixed in with the water. My wounds at least, were healing and it felt good to feel clean again.
The guard shoved a towel at me. I took it, pressed the button to stop the water, and wrapped it around myself. My teeth chattered together. I clutched the towel. It had been humiliating showering in front of the guards, but the alternative, them showering and cleaning me, would have been much worse. I had tried my best to detach myself from the reality and focus on the task at hand, pretending they weren’t even there, in order to get through what had to be done. I hissed as the towel touched my back, which was still tender. The guard shoved me back towards the cell. My legs buckled slightly and I glared at him.
“Wait a minute” the blonde guard called out, sounding slightly irritated “you forgot to give her clothes” he added.
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