Chapter 6
The Dark, Damp Dungeon
Adolfa's POV
The silver chains around my wrists burned so painful to bear and handle, making it impossible for me to heal. My whole body ached from the beatings, but I refused to break. I wasn't like the others in this dark, damp dungeon. They had given up. I hadn't.
Luna Prese made sure I was severely punished, due to her stupid suspicion, and nothing will ever stop her, from destroying me completely.
The door creaked open. Heavy boots echoed against the stone floor. I held my breath, completely lost and confused.
Alpha Lyran.
His tall, strong imposing physique filled the room, his dark eyes locked onto me. He moved closer, slow and steady, like a predator playing with his prey.
"You're still alive," he murmured, tilting his head. "Tough little thing, aren't you?"
I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer.
Lyran crouched in front of me, his fingers brushing my chin. Heat spread where he touched, and I hated my body for reacting.
"You disobeyed me," he said softly, but there was danger in his tone. "You spoke when you shouldn't have." And this will be your punishments forever.
"I told the truth," I spat.
His grip tightened, forcing me to meet his gaze. "The truth will get you killed."
I glared at him. "I'd rather die than be your slave. You this filthy and evil Alpha."
His expression darkened. "Is that so?"
He grabbed the metal collar around my neck and pulled me closer. My breath caught as my body pressed against his, his warmth burning into me.
"You think you have a choice?" he whispered. "You belong to me. Your body. Your breath. I decide if you live or die."
And this is just the beginning of it all, Adolfa Ray
I smirked despite my pain. "Then why haven't you killed me yet?"
His fingers brushed against my cheek, lingering near my throat. "Because," he murmured, "you're... interesting." And I definitely know, you will useful one day for our pack.
The door slammed open again. Prese, the pack's healer, stormed in, eyes burning with rage and Frustration, she couldn't bare the presence of Alpha Lyran beside me.
Envy stirred within her the moment she saw me with him. I was wearing sleek, form-fitting pants that highlighted my curves, and the sensuality of my look instantly caught his attention.
"Alpha Lyran!" she snapped. "She must be executed!"
Lyran didn't even look at her. "I decide what happens to her." Alpha Lyran was completely mesmerized by my appearance.
Prese clenched her fists but stepped back, fuming.
Lyran turned to me. "You're coming with me."
"Or what?" I challenged.
He smirked. "Or I'll make you beg in ways you can't even imagine."
A shiver crawled down my spine-not from fear, but from something darker.
I didn't trust him. But I had no choice but to follow.
Lyran led me out of the dungeon, my wrists still sore from the chains. Lycans watched as we passed, but none dared to meet my eyes.
We stopped at a heavy wooden door. Alpha Lyran pushed it open. Looking completely naked, with a strong erection from his dick.
Inside was a luxurious bedroom-large bed, dark silk sheets, and a warm fireplace.
"Stay right where you are," he growled, unlocking my restraints. His eyes burned with desire. "On your knees. Show me how badly you want it."
I rubbed my wrists, staring at him. "Why are you doing this?"
He leaned against the doorframe. "Because I want to."
I swallowed hard. "Another game?"
He tilted his head. "No games, Adolfa. Just Please me now! or you face the consequences."
I took a step back as he came closer. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch lingering.
"I should break you," he whispered. "Destroy you."
"Then do it," I breathed.
His eyes dropped to my lips. For a second, I thought he might kiss me.
Instead, he seized my breasts with a rough, unyielding grip, his touch unapologetically intense. The hint of pain only fueled his desire, and he made no effort to be gentle.
Then he smirked. "Watching you fight back is more fun."
My stomach twisted.
Without hesitation, he grabbed my skirt and reached under it, tearing the fabric in his rush. In an instant, his fingers were inside me, and I gasped-a mix of pain and pleasure. Then, slowly and deliberately, he entered me, making our first time the most unforgettable experience of my life.
Lyran turned to leave but paused at the door. "Rest," he said. "You'll need your strength tomorrow."
"For what?"
His smile was dangerous. "To prove if you're worthy of standing beside me... or beneath me."
Alpha Lyran is an insatiable beast in the bedroom-a relentless lover whose fiery passion leaves me breathless. Yet no surge of pleasure can drown my resolve; I will avenge every ounce of pain and sorrow the Greko pack has inflicted on me.
Then he was gone.
I let out a shaky breath.
Lyran wasn't letting me go.
And that was more dangerous than anything else.
The next morning, I was dragged from my room to the training grounds. Lycans gathered, eager to watch.
Lyran stood in the center, arms crossed. "You want freedom?" he called out. "Then fight for it."
I lifted my chin. "Against who?"
Omega Kyle stepped forward.
My stomach clenched.
Omega Kyle was cruel, bigger than me, and one of the worst tormentors I had faced.
"If you survive," Lyran said, "you walk free."
Kyle sneered. "She won't last a minute."
I took a deep breath. I wouldn't let them break me.
The fight began.
Kyle lunged. I dodged, barely avoiding his claws. But he was too fast to handle.
He swung again. I ducked and kicked him in the ribs.
Gasps filled the air. No one expected me to land a hit.
Kyle growled, charging. I inflicted an high induced pain to his ribs.
I moved faster.
Something inside me awakened-a strength I didn't know I had. My vision sharpened. My body felt lighter.
Kyle threw a punch.
I caught his wrist midair.
The crowd went silent. They were completely in shocked, they didn't expect me to be so strong, and also to possess such kind of powers.
I was momentarily lost in the steamy memory of Alpha Lyran's passionate touch-and that split second was all Omega Kyle needed to land a punch.
Kyle's eyes widened in shock. Instantly he throwed me up to the sky, making me crashing to the ground, and injuring myself badly.
The pain surged through me, and I screamed-a cry so fierce it nearly sent tremors through the Greko pack.
In an instant, adrenaline surged through me, unleashing a strength I'd never experienced before.
I was faster than lightning. Luna Prese was awestruck by my speed, and it sent waves of unease through the Werewolf Pack.
Then, summoning all my strength, I twisted and sent Omega Kyle hurtling into the arena, where he crashed to the ground.
In his fury, he slammed a savage blow into my scarred wound, unleashing one brutal strike after another until I was suddenly overwhelmed by weakness.
I gasped desperately for air and water, but no one came to help. "Is this the end?" I wondered. Suddenly, a piercing light burst forth, and a commanding voice roared, "Adolfa, you are more than you think-you are the greatest and most formidable Wereraven we know."
"You who command the powers of all seven districts-when the time comes to unleash your might, they will all bow before you. Why? Because you are our reborn God."
Fueled by a raw surge of energy, I landed another crushing blow on Omega Kyle, shattering his ribs into fragments.
The Lycans stared in disbelief as I stood over Omega Kyle, his battered body struggling for breath, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Confidence surged within me; I had won..
I turned to Alpha Lyran. "I proved myself. Now let me go."
Lyran walked toward me, his smirk sending a chill through me.
"You've proven something, alright," he said.
I tensed. "What?"
He reached out, his finger tracing my cheek. "You're even more formidable than I'd anticipated."
The look in his eyes made my stomach twist.
Alpha Lyran wasn't going to let me go. No-he had made up his mind to keep me, and he would make me pay for what I did to Omega Kyle, the ruthless werewolf.