Chapter 3 Alternate timeline 3

He releases me, and I fall to the ground. Before he could walk away, I ran towards him, aiming to jump onto his back and bite him at the neck, but the atmosphere changed once again, and I was in a reversal, facing the seventh of the Alpha Kings I recognized. This is Alpha Farkas, the one with the coldhearted and merciless title, the ruler of South America. I've lived all my life here, so I dare not say I know him particularly well.

He watches me deeply, and I spit in his face, and he grabs me by the neck instantly, lightly choking me. Something about the way he speaks is familiar. "How dare you? Keep this up, and you might not get what you want. There's no death for you."

In the background, I'm receiving growls of unapproval. I have done all I can to anger them, but they won't kill me. This isn't the plan.

Then, he adds, directed at the unrecognized royal, "yes, stepbrother, you should buy this one. I agree."

The shock that settles into my body following his words is enough to make a weak person collapse. That is the Alpha of all Alphas. No, I cannot have him buy me as a pet. I am more than doomed. It would be hell. He's literally the deadliest of them all.

"Pack it up. I am done here." Says the Alpha of all Alphas.

I panic in fear. Fate has decided to fuck me up. This isn't the plan. I was supposed to be killed, not bought as a toy. In fact, I am not even trained to be a toy, but a breeder.

"Put this on," informs Alpha Farkas, passing me a robe. Quickly, I wore it. Following, a guard comes to grab me, and in the next minute, we are all outside the auditorium.

My ears are filled with the roars coming from werewolf fans, who are here to buy human slaves and see their Alpha Kings.

While I struggle against the guard, my eyes search for Lyra. Instead, I find my archenemy, Abigail. She is filled with nothing but absolute panic. She is screaming aloud as a werewolf inspects her body.

She is left naked, too, and her body is being touched by the werewolf. He pressed her breasts with one hand and checked her private parts with the other. Seeing the scene, I couldn't help but feel irked.

I'm not the type to enjoy the pain of an enemy. She is one of mine, after all. Filled with anger, I yank my hands off of the guard and run towards the werewolf. Jumping onto his back, I bite one of his ears as hard as I can.

He hit me hard in the ribs, and as I fell to the ground, I started wheezing.

As my eyes lost vision for a moment, I caught the look of gratitude in Abigail's eyes, and it was cherishable right before Alpha Farkas punished the werewolf. I hear Alpha Alaric and Alpha Farkas argue about it.

"She is a slave who hasn't been classified yet. No werewolf has the right to rape her." When I thought I had seen it all, there was an Alpha defending us.

"There is no law against raping a human," says the Alpha of all Alphas to his brother.

Alpha Farkas picks me up from the ground and carries me into his warm arms. I could swear that just his warmth heals me. I lost consciousness afterward.

My vision is blurry, but I could tell I was in a bunker and facing the wall. I shift to the other side as a whine escapes my lips. I am in a dark space inside a cell.

Soon, I manage to stand up and see a person at the end of the cell. I call them, but I receive no response. I wonder if it is a human like me.

Getting close, I touch the person, and what I see isn't a human face but a monster's, and I cry out. Tripping as I back away, I am caught by someone. I turn sharply, and I see Alpha Farkas.

"Help, there's..." But as I turn to my back, I don't see the monster there anymore. As I hear an eerie sound coming from the one I thought was Alpha Farkas, my sternum hurts from the panic in my heart.

I see the monster taking the shape of a werewolf, shifting from its half-humane body, but also taking the shape of something more. Something I haven't been taught about in class.

"Mother fucker!" I spit as I banged on the cell bar. "Help, you wankers!" I don't know who put me in here with this thing, but they must be psychopaths.

The beast is almost fully changed, and out of the blue, the cell opens. I frown at the confusion this reality is bringing. First, I saw this beast, then Alpha Farkas, and it wasn't him anymore, but the beast again, and the lock is now suddenly broken and allowing me an escape.

I didn't think much of it, though, and ran out. I wouldn't look behind me, but I hear the snarling coming from the beast, and whether or not this is real, I am running for survival. I didn't plan on dying by getting eaten by a creature I can't even describe.

All of a sudden, I hit a figure that appeared out of the blue. Raising my vision, I see that it is Alpha Alaric, the Alpha of all Alphas, and his eyes are glistering scarlet red.

He allows his face to meet mine and asks. "What do you think of a creature you cannot describe?"