Chapter 3. A Bad Turn

Hermione

My wrists felt sore and my hands heavy as I tried to raise them so that I could take off my clothes. I glanced at Alpha Rolan who stared at me like I was nothing but a filthy rag, worst of all, I couldn't object or speak my mind because the lives of my people were at stake.

"If you don't take it off fast, my guard here will help you." He said and motioned at a guard who stood by the door and ogled at me.

I was filled with disdain at his lustful stare, then took my eyes off him as I continued to take off my torn dress. Soon I was left in my underwear which had an unpleasant smell wafting into my nose.

I couldn't recall dancing before, not even at a party, but when I glanced at him again I knew that he meant business. There was no song played so I began to form songs in my mind as I swayed my hips slowly with my eyes shut.

My waist twisted and I twirled around. I caressed my neck, then trailed my fingers to my breast, lingering there for a moment and feeling the wave of humiliation ride over me.

"Open your eyes, Hermione." He ordered, his eyes dark and hungry. It caused a thrill of satisfaction inside of me, but then I hated him for making me his sex slave.

He rose to his feet with his robe slightly parted in the middle. His chest line to his undergarment was visible, and then the huge bulge which was about the size of my arm rose. I gasped, sucking in air while hoping that he wouldn't demand that we got intimate.

With each twirl I did, he made a step till he closed the distance between us. His strong hand around my waist brought me to a complete halt and his broad fingers reached for my ass, grappling it like it would disappear suddenly. I felt his bulge poke at my back because of our difference in height, and cold chills ran down my spine.

"You didn't dance well for me, Hermione. Do you want to know what I will do to you?" He asked, and I stayed still, ignoring his question.

His breath fanned my neck then I felt a sharp object piercing it, which made me realize that it was his fang, but the feeling was painfully beautiful. A wince almost escaped my lips, but I held it back... I couldn't let him know that he was getting to me.

"Sit on the floor." He commanded with a growl, letting go of me sharply like a finished biscuit wrapper.

I pursed my lips to stop myself from grumbling, then lowered myself to the ground and waited for his next order. I looked into his eyes and saw the glints of fulfillment from making me do what he wanted.

"You take pleasure in humiliating me," I couldn't help but say to him, watching the deadly smirk that had become a signature expression for him.

"You will receive more than humiliation, Hermione. You will regret being your father's daughter." He said, his voice strong and dangerous.

"Never!" I spat. "My father is ten times more honorable than you can ever be. No matter what you do to me, you will never get the honor and respect you want from me."

His eyes darkened more than I'd ever seen it and I knew that I'd struck a nerve... or torn it even, yet I wasn't inexplicably not scared of him. I wished he could kill me already so that we'd be over with it. But watching his dark eyes and how his face remained emotionless, I knew that he had no plan for that.

"I will break you to the extent that you will beg for death, but you won't have the easy way out. Your pride, aura, everything will be taken from you and what will be left is you as a piece of trash." He said, walking towards me in slow steps like a hunter who had found a prey but was calculating his steps till he got the prey.

My heart sank as he spat the words with venom, but I remained stoic on the floor and waited for his next line of action.

He clasped his fingers around my neck, and I began to gasp for air. Kill me already. I said to myself.

Like he could hear my thoughts, he narrowed his eyes and threw me aside with less effort. A knock sounded on the door, and the guard announced that someone had come to visit him.

"Let her in."

He returned to the sofa and lay on it, awaiting his visitor while I cursed inwardly, angry that someone just interrupted the end of my misery.

Heels clicked in a slow but gracious manner. I didn't bother to know who it was because nothing interesting anymore. The woman appeared in front of Alpha Rolan, her face covered with heavy make-up that suggested how well the lady liked keeping her real self at bay.

She had a fake smile dancing on her lips, and her long flare dress was provocative as her cleavages were more in the open than her shoulders. If she bent, then her nipples would come running out of the dress.

"Good morning, Alpha." She greeted him with a sultry voice then I realized that she was his mistress.

With no single expression on his face, he said. "Lie on the bed."

She did as he said without any hesitation, causing me to make a snorting sound which alerted her of my presence. She snapped her head backward and then faced me with a disapproving look on her face.

"Who is she?" She snapped, her voice thick and angry.

"She is my sex slave and breeder too." He said curtly, but she didn't look satisfied as the mean scowl remained on her face.

"She's too dirty and ugly to be your breeder. Surely you don't want to have cubs with hideous faces parading the pack house."

Alpha Rolan slanted her a look that stated that she should keep her mouth shut and fortunately, she understood. He turned to me, "You can leave." He growled and I got up, after picking the rags I had as clothes then wore them before the guards dragged me out.

Leaning on the wall after leaving his room, my stomach grumbled, which reminded me that I hadn't eaten anything since last night. The guards who lay in wait to escort me to the room that had been prepared for me asked me to walk faster.

A young man with a good crop of brown hair, having an attractive face and body which showed how well he used the gym, stopped in front of us.

I stayed placid while the guards bowed before him.

"You'll have to come with me, Hermione, according to the Alpha's instructions." He said coldly.

I swung my gaze from both guards, but they ignored me and swiftly let go of me. "Move," I heard, their steps retreating.

I was left with just the brown-haired man, his eyes looked mysterious and his aura made me uncomfortable. "Who are you?" I asked, unable to hold my curiosity.

"Beta Hugo. The second in command to Alpha Rolan." He said and began walking towards the direction he came from.

In order not to miss my way, I followed him without uttering a word even though there were several questions I wanted to ask him. "So where are we headed? To the execution ground." I asked. "Ooo... I can't wait to be killed so that this misery will be over."

He halted on his steps, startling me in the process. "Your death won't be an easy one, Hermione. Your father hurt the Alpha badly, and he will take his pound of flesh from you. "

"Oh!" I mouthed and he resumed walking.

"So... Where are you taking me to?" I asked.

"To the field to work. You'll become part of the field workers and you must do anything your taskmaster asks you to do." He said curtly and I sighed.

My life had taken another turn, and this made it worse.