The Lycan Triplets' Wolfless Mate!

Alvilda jolted awake with a gasp, eyes widened, immediately propping her upper body to a seated position on her old straw mat.

She'd been having this nightmare for almost a decade, and it wasn't just a bad dream.

Being orphaned early and then later witnessing one's dear grandmother getting decapitated over a mere missing bracelet wasn't something pleasant to remember. But here she was, reliving the horrible moment-every night.

Before she knew, a tear had sneakily cascaded down her left cheek, but she ultimately wiped it off, snuffling. With a heavy heart, she reached forward to her right and felt the floor for her glasses, which were placed atop a small wooden box close to her.

Now equipped with her seeing aid, she could now see her familiar surroundings-a tiny, narrow room that was almost bare save for the rickety wooden chair over which a faded grey dress was draped on its back.

Just as a depressed sigh was emitted from her parted lips, the frail wooden door of her room was suddenly kicked in, eliciting a shocked gasp from her.

Nanoseconds later, the culprits emerged- two muscly and tall men clad in outfits that were stained with blood. She didn't recognize any of them, and that was quite troubling.

"W-who are you people?" she couldn't help but ask, uneasiness quite evident in her shaky voice.

"Grab her!" the bald one with an awful scar that ran from his left brow across to the right cheek commanded his fellow. Without a word, the latter immediately made a beeline for her.

Frightened, Alvilda got to her feet and started falling back. However, she unexpectedly tripped, ending up tumbling to the floor on her butt while her back collided with the wall.

Her heart slammed frenetically against her chest, and a million butterflies converged within the depths of her gut. She wished she could meld into the wall or, better still, just disappear.

'Who are these people? What do they want? How did they get into the pack?' she thought in dismay as pessimistic thoughts trespassed into her mind, seeking to claim territory of it.

The brunet quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her up to her feet, ignoring the repeated shakes of her head and pleas of mercy. Before she knew it, she was kneeling along with others at the pack square.

All around her were bodies of the hapless ones, lying strewn about, in the pool of their own blood. Weapons lay scattered across the ground, most of them bloodied. Those who were alive were few, including the frightened little children who were crying.

"Silence!" one of the intruders yelled, quickly silencing the kids as they blenched. Some of them didn't have their parents with them; they were among the corpses. So the surviving adults with them, though quailed, quickly brought them close into a hug, in a bid to calm them somehow.

Seconds morphed into several minutes, and tension was on a spike.

Most of the people were clamping their quivering lips so as not to make a sound while holding back tears. These intruders... they were brutal.

Alvilda still couldn't believe it. Moon Storm pack, although not the most powerful pack out there, certainly didn't rank low, and she well knew how hard it was to even escape the pack-her longtime wish.

How had the trespassers taken down the pack so easily? Which pack's warriors had conquered this pack today? And now that they'd become captives, would they be sold or forced eventually to become manure in the enemy pack?

She watched as the intruders set fire to everything in the pack, including the corpses. None of the survivors dared to let out a cry. Instead, most covered their mouth with a quavering hand.

Alvilda didn't feel sorrow towards the fallen pack members-not with how everyone had been treating her after her last relative's unjust demise. She, along with the other pack members, was bound tightly with ropes linked to each other.

Soon, she spotted a man, whom she assumed to be the enemy captain, walking towards them, his bare upper body showcasing various scars and spine-chilling tattoos. He wore an intimidating look and exuded a menacing aura.

Now standing in front of them, he smirked evilly, "So these are the spoils, huh? Cowards with unbelievably trashy stats!" he remarked before cracking his whip on the floor harshly.

This act caused many of the pack remnants to flinch. The eerie-looking whip had spikes attached to it, and if it made contact with any unlucky person's skin...

"Stand up, you wimps!" the man commanded.

Alvilda, despite the fear gnawing at her insides, quickly rose to her feet. Some of the people, however, were proving too slow in obeying the order.

"You trash, how dare you disobey?" The man angrily whipped one of the captives, a man in his forties with a trimmed moustache.

Along with the cries of agony came the man's pleas for forgiveness as he quickly gathered the strength to stand up.

The captain harrumphed. "Anyone who dares be a pain in the throat will be treated like this fool here. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" The scared captives said in concert, and the man harrumphed again, flexing the terrifying whip on the floor once more.

"Now get moving, you trash bags!" the man commanded, and immediately everyone started moving forward in a single line, their heads facing downwards, trying to hold back emotions from overflowing.

Just as they'd walked a bit forward, the lash of the whip on the man at the very back sent chills down the others' spines.

"Even worms move faster than you. Do you want to be their food then? Huh?" the captain asked the fleyed older man.

"F-forgive me, sir..." The man weakly pleaded, palms pressed together.

"Release him," the captain unexpectedly commanded, and a ravenette subordinate stepped forward to undo the rope.

"You don't deserve any leniency," the Captain declared the man's fate and just like that, he was sent to the gates of hell. This made the remaining captives even more afraid.

"Get moving, you morons" The enemy subordinate at the front yelled, whipping at a few captives who were already shuddering.

As they walked, Alvilda sighted the Alpha of Moon Storm, Trevis Hunter, on the ground in a terrible shape. The once proud and overbearing man had now become a carcass.

Not that she felt any sorrow for him, though. It was he who ordered the unfair beheading of her grandma. If anything, she was content that he'd met his end in such a horrendous manner.

But then, with each step she took into the unknown, her heart pounded faster. If given the chance to flee her skin right now, she would do it without a moment's thought.

...

It was almost dusk when they arrived at the enemy pack's borders. Some of the captives had been killed by the captors because they considered them too irksome. Now, it was just her and about a dozen others alive, thirsty, famished and exhausted physically and mentally.

Thankfully, at least, Alvilda was never once whipped. But unfortunately, due to her stepping on some unpleasant things on the way, her feet not only had blisters, but she was also limping, just like the others.

"Recline here for now. If any of you try anything funny, just say farewell to your sorry-ass life," one of the men with sandy blonde hair warned in a gruff voice, making Alvilda and the others shiver involuntarily.

Without waiting for a response, he hurried forward towards the captain and the other fellow warriors as they made their way to the pack gates.

No one was watching them, and yet none attempted to loosen the rope and escape.

Half an hour later, they were untied and led into the enemy pack, which turned out to be Thunder Flame pack, a top-ranked pack in regards to cruelty.

...

"Get inside, you mutt," the mean-looking prison guard said to her with an unwelcoming tone.

Before her was an open, small barred gate that led into a dark cell. She would have to get into a crawling pose to enter.

She had just begun crawling when the impatient guard kicked her side harshly. As a result, she collapsed and lost consciousness.