Chapter 2 02

I turned my gaze to Rhoda, who was standing in front of me. I was already shaking with fear. Furthermore, I know Kyle, and he meant every single word he said to me.

"Come with me, Miss Weston." Rhoda calmly said.

"Where are you taking me? Why do I need to be cleaned thoroughly." I squinted my eyes.

Walking closer to me, she replied. "Miss Weston, I have direct orders to clean you up and escort you to the Alpha's chambers tonight. I am just doing my job."

"What? To the Alpha's chambers?" I freaked out.

I had no choice anyway than to comply with what Alpha Kyle ordered. Without any further questions, I got up from the ground and followed Rhoda out of the cell.

We walked down the hallway, and since it was my first time, I kept glancing around the whole place. She led me into one of the rooms, and the moment we walked into the bathroom, the bathtub was filled with water and petals sprinkled on it.

She gestured for me to enter the bathtub, which I did without questions. The water in the bathtub was foamy and warm. I haven't taken a bath in the longest time, and this was like a dream come true.

Rhoda scrubbed my back gently with the bath sponge while I stared into the blank air, lost in thoughts.

What would Alpha Kyle do to me when I go to the Alpha's bedroom?

After the bath, I was given a white floral dress to wear, and Rhoda packed my hair into a ponytail. Most importantly, I put on my rhinestone plated necklace... which was a gift from my father, and the only valuable thing I own at the moment.

"This will do, Miss Weston." She nodded in satisfaction when I was done dressing. "Follow me."

"Call me Rachel." I snapped at her with a faint smile.

"Alright." She replied, and turned to leave, but I held her wrist gently.

"Wait, Rhoda. May I ask you a question before we go?" I inquired.

With reluctance, she mumbled. "You may."

"Avery... is she okay? I remember she got shot and was taken away before I passed out. I don't know what happened to her." I asked with pleading eyes.

"She's being taken care of. Not to worry." She simply answered.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I gulped hard. "Thank you, Moon Goddess. Thank you."

Avery, she's my best friend and person made. She was the only sister I had. We partially grew up together. On the night that my pack was conquered, she was with me while I was getting dolled up for the party.

We were already done with my makeup and I fitted perfectly into my white, luxurious ball gown when we heard gunshots. I was startled... What could be wrong on my big day?

Actually, it was Imelda who served my father a cup of coffee... she spiked the coffee, making him weak and powerless.

As soon as we heard the gunshot, Avery asked me to stay in the room while she checked what was going on. I was restless, and tried calling my father on the landline, but he wasn't picking.

I couldn't wait anymore, so I stepped out of the room to see for myself what was wrong. The moment I stepped into the big sitting room, I saw my father coughing blood. He looked up at me with the saddest smile... he was about to give up, but that didn't stop him from smiling at me.

"C.... Child, run!" He managed to say.

Imelda walked in with a malicious smile on her face. She smirked coldly, pointing a gun at me. "Alpha Dane, I want you to watch me blow your precious daughter's skull off with a wolf's bane bullet."

"No... No, don't." My father tried to get to it, but he ended up spitting out more blood.

Without remorse, Imelda pulled the trigger and I shot my eyes tight to receive the shot. However, someone stepped in front of me, and took the bullet.

I quickly opened my eyes, and saw Avery lying on the ground in front of me, bleeding profusely. She was shot on my shoulder... she had taken the gunshot for me.

I let out a heart-wrenching sob, and bent over to her. Before I could say another word, I felt a sharp pain. A gun was hit on my forehead, I fell and lost consciousness.

"Can I see her, please?" I asked anxiously.

"I'm afraid not. Just worry about yourself first, Rachel. We don't have time to waste. Come on, let's go." She urged me, and I nodded my head and followed her.

We were halfway to the Alpha's chamber when she blocked us from entering the room. Her name is Imelda Taylor.... She hates me so much, and I can see it in her vicious eyes.

"Rhoda, where the f·ck are you taking this stinker to? The feast is about to start. Rachel is a slave, she cannot attend the celebration." She glared horribly at me.

"Miss Taylor, if I recall correctly, a week ago you, you were also a slave. Are we quick to oppress others?" Rhoda said in the calmest manner.

Clenching her fist tight, Imelda blurted at her. "What did you just say to me, Rhoda?"

"Anyway, I'm not taking her to the feast. I have direct orders from the Alpha to take her to his room. Now if you'll excuse us..." Rhoda turned to me. "Rachel, please."

Imelda scoffed in disbelief. "No. Kyle would not do that."

"This has nothing to do with you, Miss Taylor. What the Alpha does, or what he doesn't, shouldn't be your concern. He can choose to do whatever he likes." Rhoda fired back at her.

With that, she walked past Imelda, and I followed suit. Memories flashed back into my head. On the eve of my birthday party, I knew slaves were not allowed to attend, so I had the baker bake a special cake to deliver to the slaves.

I saw smiles on their faces when the cake was presented to them. To be precise, I had the cake delivered by myself and to Kyle because I liked him a lot.

Even though my father was cruel and unkind to the slaves, I always found a way to stand up for them... make it up to them.

I never thought that on that day, my father was going to die, and I would be left in the mercy of Kyle, who I liked, and thought he would like me back.

On the night of my birthday party, we were supposed to meet on the balcony. He was the man of my dreams. Even though Kyle was a slave to my pack, I didn't see any less of him. Avery tried to stop me from dreaming of being together with him, but I blatantly refused to oblige with her.

The night of my supposed meeting with Kyle before I could go to my banquet, Avery, my best friend and personal servant, was shot right in front of me. All I saw was dead people in the pool of their blood.

With the way Imelda glared at me, I knew for a fact that she loathes me, and I wondered why. There has never been a day that I was mean to her when she was still a slave in my pack house.

I could recall vividly that she mistakenly broke an expensive vase on one occasion, and that nearly cost her life.

My father was so furious at her that he gave orders for her to be beheaded.

Luckily for her, I was present. On her behalf, I pleaded with my father to spare her life, and if she must be punished, she should be given another punishment asides death.

Now, she couldn't wait to maltreat me. I really don't blame her. My father started all of this.