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Chapter 2

  • I gradually stood from the ground, trying in vain to be rid of the mud on my dress. I headed back to my room, very slowly, still feeling lightheaded from the hit to my head. I didn't notice that two men were standing right in front of my room and I almost collided with them. "I'm sorry," I muttered.
  • The first was very short and had neatly shaved hair while the other was very tall and huge. He did seem to love to show off as he didn't wear a shirt. His huge muscles were on full display and although I loved men like that, I had never liked him for his cockiness.
  • "And where do you think you're going to?" They asked, much to my surprise. It was obvious that I was heading to my room. That was my door behind them. They were certainly there to cause some problems and they weren't high-ranked wolves.
  • "Please, I don't want any trouble," I said to them. "I just want to go inside."
  • I tried to bypass them but they managed to cut me off and pushed me so hard that I almost fell. "You only leave when you're told to. Mario isn't done with you yet."
  • I turned around and saw Mario, holding a very long whip in one hand and hot iron in the other. "Choose for yourself, Scarlet. Which would you love to have first?"
  • "I… I–" I was short of words. I had thought that he was done with his beating. I never knew that he had something more for me.
  • "Well," he said, gesturing to the two wolves behind me to bring me forward, which they did. "I'll choose for you"
  • They lifted me from the ground and Mario flogged me so hard with the whip. I counted the strokes as they landed on my back. One. Two. Three. Four. The strokes were unending. I kept screaming so hard but it only amused them.
  • Then he paused. My torment was about to end, or so I thought. When I felt something very hot on my right arm, I remembered that he did have an iron with him. I screamed and shook vigorously, doing my best to kick them with my legs as they held me. It was of no use. They held me tightly.
  • He only took it off my skin after a few minutes and when the other wolves dropped me, I quickly took a look at the spot in my arms and it was disgusting to look at.
  • "This is what you deserve, Scarlet; a scar, to always remind you that you're good for nothing. You're an abomination who doesn't deserve to dwell amongst the royal wolves nor have any contact with them. You're quite lucky to have your life intact. You may not be so lucky next time."
  • He left the place and the other two wolves just stood there, watching me as I picked myself up from the ground. I didn't feel lucky to be alive. Death was never a prospect that scared me but one that I longed for. I hoped it wouldn't be long before I'd have to die.
  • This time, they looked quite sympathetic and they didn't say a word to me. They must have been forced to do what they did to me. Although they had never been nice to me, they probably didn't hate me that much. In any case, I couldn't do anything about it.
  • The wound had stayed with me since then; on my hand and in my heart. No wonder I was so glad when Mario died in battle. Bad things, they said, always happened to bad people.
  • Just as I stood to head to the bathroom to have a bath, I saw a little knife lying around on the floor and I picked it up. I didn't know how it found its way there but I knew exactly what to do with it.
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  • I opened my door and walked right outside, knife in hand, as I sought a place to drop it. I couldn't risk being found with a knife inside my room as it may have suggested that I intended to harm someone else; especially the ones who did send me on errands or brutally beat me up.
  • I didn't know how it found its way into my room. One of the warriors may have dropped it in my room without knowing. I did suspect one of them as he was the last to enter my room the previous night. He had tried to have sex with me and I was having none of that.
  • "If you let me have you, I'll make sure that you'll be protected in this pack," he said as he immediately attempted to take off my top. Such audacity! He must have thought I was an idiot.
  • "Let go of me!" I screamed, hitting his hands off me. He was simply after my body and nothing else. It was so obvious that he was lying about protecting me. Besides, there were only a few people whom he could protect me from even if he wanted to; his fellow pack warriors. It was not enough.
  • He came at me again and I pushed him off me quickly. Then, he struck me on the face before reaching into his pocket, as though he was trying to get something. Perhaps, it was the knife he was looking for. How could he want to use a knife on me because I didn't let him have his way? Such entitlement!
  • I walked to the back of the house and threw the knife far away from where I stood. I hope he was never going to find it. Although he was sure to get a new one, he was certainly going to be punished by the new warrior chief.
  • The warrior chiefs were gammas; a class above the pack warriors. They were just as strong as the Betas. Some even used to be stronger than a few Betas, yet, they were of a lower class. It was from the Gammas that alphas chose their Betas. After that, the new Beta will have to undergo immense training, only available for Betas to gain the required strength to stand beside the Alpha. That was how the Betas came to become stronger than the Gammas.
  • The pack warriors, although just a rank below the Gammas, were pawns in their hands. They received all their training from the Gammas and stood no chance against them in a fight. They were the wolves closest to the omegas, yet, they acted like they were far superior to us.