Alpha Fiama The Forsaken Wolf

Under the dim light in the cave-like room, sat Belinda . Her arms wrapped around her legs as she folded up at the corner of the room.

It was that time of the day. The time Alpha Cephas was going to remind her that she would be nothing but his slave and play-thing.

‘You can’t keep letting him do this to you, Belinda .’ Her inner self said to her. “You need to do something! You need to voice out.’

‘Voice out? To whom? No one would ever listen to me, or what I have to say. It will be a waste of time.’

‘No! You’ll hate yourself if you die without trying to fight for yourself once! Voice out!’

‘I can’t…’

The quarrel she had with herself came to an halt when she heard the door of her room open. She raised her head and saw Alpha Cephas walk in.

“Alpha Cephas.” She called and hurriedly sprang to her feet.

His dark malicious eyes peered her skin and she felt her skin crawl. “Come closer.” His croaky voice hit her ears like a hammer.

She gulped hard and trudged to where he stood. She lowered her head when she got to his front, and folded her hands in front of her.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hair and pushed her head backwards, making her lock her fearful eyes with his.

“I told you to look me in the eyes anytime I come in here. Didn’t I say that?” He groaned.

Belinda  swallowed hard and kept her eyes locked with his. “I’m sorry, Alpha Cephas.”

“And you know I hate that word.” He tightened his grip on her hair and walked past her, dragging her along with him.

He got to her small bed and threw her on it. He climbed on top of her and ripped off the linen fabric she had worn.

Belinda didn’t bother to struggle with him, she threw her face to the side and let him do his thing.

He grabbed her chin and made her look at him as he made her feel like sh*t.

After a few minutes of satisfying his brutal pleasure, he finished.

He let out a loud sigh and threw on her, the regular pills he always gave her every time he had satisfied himself.

Without saying any more words to her, he walked out of her room.

Belinda slowly cleaned the tears that rolled down her eyes. She picked up the red pill he threw on her and stared at it for minutes.

It wasn’t the first time she was using it, but she didn’t know what it was for.

‘Don’t take it, Belinda ! Who knows what it is for? If you can’t voice out, at least start from somewhere! He can’t keep using you like this.’

Her inner voice came to her again as she glared at the pill in her hand.

She sprang to her feet and hurried to the small and only window in her room.

She threw the pill out of the window and after that, she shut her eyes and exhaled loudly.

For once in her whole life, she felt like she did something for herself. She turned back to her bed and laid down to sleep.

***

Belinda , an eighteen year old wolf, was born to be a slave. Her lineage was known to be the slave of any pack they found themselves. Belinda believed she was cursed.

After her parents were killed during a fight of raging packs, she was left alone to deal with the cruelty of the pack. She was the plaything to almost everyone in the pack.

Alpha Cephas got his way with her, Luna Maeve made her do literally everything for her, they hardly fed her twice a day.

Belinda  once had hopes of living behind such a shitty life, but after her parents died, she lost all hopes and accepted her fate.

***

She crawled up on her bed and shut her eyes. “If only I could sleep and never wake up.” She muttered.

After Two Weeks.

Belinda was busy washing Luna Maeve’s feet when all of a sudden, she felt a great urge to puke. She dropped the napkin and covered her mouth.

She ran out of the house and moved to the side to vomit. Luna Maeve furrowed her brows and watched her closely.

“Something's off about that girl.” Maeve said to Cephas, who was also in the living room, reading his papers.

He raised his head and looked at Maeve. “Off? I don’t understand.”

“Haven’t you noticed how she’s been acting these days? She has been acting so weak, she looks pale, and has been vomiting constantly.”

Cephas gulped and shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe she’s just sick.” He answered, showing no concern.

“I know what I’m saying. I think she’s pregnant.”  

Cephas took an abrupt halt and tightened his grip on the papers in his hands.

“It can’t be possible. Who on earth would sleep with her? She’s a mere, dirty slave!”