Chapter 4 A Gray Day

Sasha is shaking, her body unable to get a grip of its own.

But she ignored the throbbing of her heart. Ignored the beads of sweat that threatened to blurry her vision. Ignored the little voice inside her head to get the shard of the vase she slid inside her pocket and plunged it deep in the Alpha's dark heart.

She remained stiff and frozen to the bed where Cal had thrown her.

"Judging by your face..." she felt a dark caress in her skin courtesy of the Alpha's heavy hand. "You're not really the one who broke that ancient thing, aren't you?" Her lips remained pursed. She denied speaking even when asked by him. All Sasha did was let her tears stream down her face and accept whatever punishment Cal would bestow her.

"You're still not answering me."

The sea of silence becomes deeper, spreading between them second by second. "How many times have I told you to ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK!!!"

Cal is already gripping her jaw, squeezing her face until she yields and submit to him. That's what Cal wants anyway-to behold the faces of women who submit to him and kneel before his feet. He sees women as a mere doll that will follow any shit he told them.

But Sasha does not easily give in. She's a rock to Cal's ice-cold heart.

Giro didn't so much as blink or gasp. He just stood there by the door like a stone-cold statue whose existence is forgotten by everyone who occupies the room.

"Leave us," Cal commanded.

Giro's footsteps faded into nowhere, leaving Sasha Forster with the wolf demon that everybody knows as the Alpha. He was never a leader for her. Not just because he took the title upon Alpha Ariel drowned in his own blood, but because there are so many things that Cal failed to do.

Cal is a tyrant, abusing his power and neglecting his duties. Even with the treaty between the Shadow Rose Pack, he dismissed it by claiming it's a nonsense and a bullshit.

And now, Sasha, once again, has nowhere to turn as Cal tore her dress reeking in horse shit, leaving her bare skin exposed in front of the most evil person she ever knew.

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"Do you have any idea how I play with a woman's body, Sasha?" Sasha shut her pale lips tightly. Her eyes shone with unrelenting anger.

Cal clicked his tongue upon seeing her face. "Don't you worry, young woman. I promise I will be rough."

"Your face is already rough."

And those words of hers earned her a slap.

"Fuck you, Cal!"

And another slap on her left cheek. Cal didn't cease to slap her left and right cheeks until it reddened, as red as a stag's fresh blood.

"That's just the start, baby," Cal uttered. Sasha coughed her own blood on the whiteness of the bed sheets. Wiping her mouth with her arm, her grin did not so much as vanish.

Knowing that Sasha will just endure anything he does to her and remain unbothered and smiling, he started at her back.

"Turn around," his voice was inexplicably soft. Sasha's ass faced Cal. The demon's smile grew wide.

He grabbed a cigarette on the tray and lit it with a match. "Do you like fire, baby?"

The Alpha talks to her as if she was his lover. But Sasha, despite the voice and the words, knew her hell of a torture has just began. She did not even know if she would be able to see the stars twinkling in the night sky on her birthday.

Sasha Steele can feel the butt of the cigarette in her skin. The smoke, the smell that flooded her senses, and Cal's rough and calloused hand.

"Stay still, Sasha."

Sasha held her shrill when the Alpha pressed the still-hot cigarette at the rim of her ass. Her lower lip bleed due to her biting it to suppress her scream.

"You're good." He mocked in a way that sounds like a praise from the highest-ranking official of the pack. "One more time, sweetie."

This time, five more smoking cigarettes greeted her delicate skin. She didn't stop her scream this time. Sasha Steele, a Slave of the Fire Moon Pack, shrieked in a broken voice-in a voice begging for help.

Her shout thundered in the room, sending shivers in the skin of Ansel Steele, son of the late Alpha Ariel, as he barged inside the bedroom, almost wrecking the door into pieces.

"Oh hi, Ansel!" Cal faced him with the scorching cigarette on his left. His right hand is still caressing the naked body of Sasha.

The body that Ansel only saw once-just this midnight-and yet...it was now being treated like a toy by his Alpha. No, Cal was never his Alpha. He sees him as nothing more but his father's murderer who deserves to be hanged upside down in one of the oak trees in Verdean Forest while a silver dagger glints in the moonbeam plunged in his heart before eventually setting his body on a blazing fire.

That was the most creative death Ansel had ever imagined.

"Let her go." Ansel's voice was cold and fierce, opposite to his gifts, with a face showing no mercy.

"Oh, about that..." Cal motioned to Sasha to sit and face the door, to where Ansel is standing. The Alpha touched her face full of tears. Then his hand crawled to Sasha's sweaty breasts. "I'm just borrowing your girlfriend here. You see," he paused, putting the cigarette between his lips. "Your whore here broke the gilded onyx vase in my library that has been treasured for more than a century. Yet your Sasha turned it into a hundred pieces in less than five minutes."

"It was an accident." Ansel's face remained hoisted, unyielding.

"Of course it is. That's why I didn't hang her upside down." Cal's grin became wider. Unhesitant and dominant. An Alpha who shall do anything just to quench his sadistic thirst.

Cal stopped a few feet before him, leaning in his ears. "Slaves are the lowest in the pack, Ansel. And they are owned by the Alpha. So, fucking my possession at the break of dawn is definitely against the rules, isn't it Beta Ansel?" Cal's face lingered on Sasha, whose head remained bowed down. She doesn't want to see Ansel's expression-his bestfriend's face. The face of the young man she had loved like a brother for years.

"Lie down at the edge of the bed, Slave." He commanded. Sasha did not even say a word when she did so.

"Let's see who can make the whore here scream louder." Cal unbuckled his pants, eventually unleashing his enormous cock. "You or me?"

Sasha only blinked at him when she realized what Cal was about to do.

Ansel Steele only covered his mouth and eyes when the Alpha slid his giant dick inside her, making the room filled with Sasha's deafening screech.