The cursed rogue and her two Alpha mates

★ ADIRA ★

"Do not come out of here, Adira." Papa held my hand in his and stared deeply into my eyes. "Remember, your name means strong. You have to be strong no matter what and when this is over, I'll teach you to be a strong wolf like me." He smiled weakly at me. Yet, I could see the sadness emanating from his eyes.

I nodded my head in response but I said nothing. Tears glistened and then fell as I watched papa switched into his wolf form. I stared after his retreating wolf figure until he was out of sight.

My whole pack was invaded by our enemies, the silver moon pack. We had been at war for ages, way before Papa and Mama even had me. Papa said the Alpha from the silver moon pack was his own blood brother until, he was chosen as the rightful alpha to take over the blue moon pack, which was our own pack.

His brother, Dylan didn't seem to take the news properly. He was furious as to why his own younger brother would succeed him after working so hard to lead the pack. He felt he was stronger compared to my father. He felt he was more powerful and logical. So why the hell would the moon goddess deem my own father to be the Alpha over him?

He left our pack in search of better life elsewhere. To him, our family had casted him out like a plague. He held grudges to not only my father but the whole pack instead. Fortunately for him, the Alpha from the silver-moon needed a successor. He was weak and could no longer lead his pack in time of war and dire need. So he bestowed the title to uncle Dylan thereby, making him the new Alpha.

So I guessed that was what this war was all about. Several years later, Alpha Dylan strategized on how to attack us, on how to show my father who the strongest amongst them was.

I couldn't bare to watch everyone fight for their life, while I stood still, hiding away. Although I haven't attained my wolf form, I felt I needed to do something. Perhaps, get a silver dagger to attack the enemies.

Aside from everyone in our pack, I was the only one bestowed with a gift from the moon goddess. I can make out fire from my hands, just by concentrating and picturing it to do whatever I wanted it to. But sadly, my power alongside my wolf form weren't that developed.

Father said I needed to wield my inner strength. That I had a lot of potential in me that was hidden away in fear. Nevertheless, that was why they decided to name me 'Adira' meaning strong, noble and powerful. But at this point in my life, I felt the other way round. I was too weak to fight. Moreover, powerful was a very weird word to use for me.

Every other wolf around my age could switch into their wolf form and have begun to learn their fighting skills alongside the ability to mind link, but I have learnt nothing.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled afterwards. Then I tried to make an impact on Father's training. Focusing my mind on my palm, I imagined the fire coming out of my hands and consuming the enemies whole. But the flame flickered for a few seconds and went off.

Cussing quietly beneath my breath, I tried severally and failed at each attempt. Frustrated and tired of trying, I peeped through the hole of cabin, father hid me in and what I saw, made me gasp out in shock. Alpha Dylan was stabbing his claws ferociously into father's chest.

Father slowly slipped back to his human form, blood oozed out in spurts from his inflicted wound and trickled down in rivulet to the floor. Hot fresh tears brimmed my eyelashes as I watched him. I wanted to go and save him, he stretched out his hand as if he was calling out to me. And it took every ounce of strength left in me not to scream out loud.

My heart was beating rapidly against my chest. At this rate, it might as well jump right out of it. I bit my lower lip and placed my hand over my mouth to restrain me from crying out loud. I broke into tiny sobs. All of a sudden, something else grasped my attention.

They brought out my mother from her hiding place. Father had hidden her away because she was pregnant with another child. After seventeen years of giving birth to me, the moon goodness finally blessed them with the fruit of the womb.

One of the enemies still in his human form, brought out his sword to slash her right across her chest. But Alpha Dylan stopped him.

"Diego....bring her here. I want my brother to see her die before him!" He commanded, switching into his human form then he picked up a leather jacket on the floor and wrapped it around his naked torso.

Immediately, Diego did as instructed by dragging mom roughly with him and ignoring her several wail. She is pregnant! Dammit! I balled my fingers into fist. At this point, I knew I needed to do something. They could kill me too, but at least I'd know I died while trying.

So the moment Alpha Dylan raised off the sword, I screamed out loud rushing out of my hiding place. Everything stood still for a moment and he spun round quickly to look at me.

With a swift manoeuvre, he switched into his wolf form and pounced on me. My chest heaved and my breath hitched. I looked over to my dying father, who had tears pooled up in his eyes as he shook his head vigorously, hoping nothing bad happens to me. "Don't lay your fucking finger on her, Dylan."

Alpha Dylan chuckled in his worm form, soiling my face with his filthy saliva. "You just made everything easier for me. Now with all your pack dead, it would be a pleasure to give you one last parting gift. I'd kill your precious Luna first and then your weak daughter."

I tried to struggle free out of his grip. But each try got his claws plunging deep into my skin and I winced in pain.

"Kill me, Dylan....take your revenge on me, but not my family." Dad said to him.

"You have no right to tell me what to do!" He bellowed. "kill the damn Luna!" Almost at once, the blade slashed through the air into my mothers neck and a loud yell resonated from my quivering lips.

"Mother!"

As soon as I said that, the tree beside us engulfed in flames and crashed over the person that killed mother. But it didn't spare my mother too. Both of them consumed in flames right before my eyes.

Alpha Dylan stared at me in shock. He looked from the burning flames back to me. "Did you just do that?" He roared angrily but I shook my head in response.

My whole world was crashing right before my eyes. I killed my mother! I killed my mother, I thought to myself. Although, the blade had already sent her off, I felt I ended it all with my stupid gift. For the first time in my entire life, my gift worked. But it worked against me.

I wept bitterly. My muscles were aching still Alpha Dylan did not let me go. He switched back into his human form and went after my father. He picked up the sword from the floor and plunged it deep into his chest.

Father let out a loud groan and blood spluttered out of his mouth then his body became limp. "No! No! No!" I yelled.

I scrambled to my feet and tried to run off. Even though Alpha Dylan had succeeded in killing my parent, I knew my father and mother would not want me dead. And also, I didn't want to die.

With every bit of my existence, I seek revenge. And that was the major reason why I wanted to run away now and fight tomorrow. But Alpha Dylan was quick to catch me.

"Where do you think you're running off to? " he asked with his deep icy blue eyes sending shivers into my spine.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I yelled on top of my lungs.

However, he ran a slap across my cheeks and my skin burned from his painful touch. "I am going to keep you, Adira. Thank your worthless star that you aren't going to die now. But I'm going to make you regret your whole existence. You would hate your father for the pain he made you pass through, and you will cuss with every single breath left in you."

Having said that, he whisked me away with him. I felt too weak to fight because I knew deep down that I wouldn't win. Too sad to cry and worst of all, I hated myself for being weak.

I stared at the corpses of our pack lying dead on the floor. While the non warriors were being captured and taken over to the silver moon pack.

Then my eyes fell on my mother's carcass, and my father's remain. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you both, father and mother but I promise to live up to my name. I will make Alpha Dylan and his whole pack pay for everything they did today. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow, but definitely someday. I promise you that." I said to myself and darkness consumed me.

★ADIRA★

My eyelids fluttered open weakly and my vision was blurry. I struggled to rub my forehead which was beginning to throb with pain only to discover that my hands were tied with a rope behind my back.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Don't stress it, Adira."

Although my movement was restricted, I was able to make out the voice and see the face of my fucking new nemesis, Alpha Dylan. But this time, he wasn't alone. A boy with a striking resemblance stood beside him. From my prediction, he was around my age. So I presumed him to be Alpha Dylan's son.

While his father's eyes stared at me with acrimony and pure hatred, he stared at me with pity and sympathy.

Alpha Dylan walked up to me and yanked my hair with his strong grip. "Your father believed he had it all," He chuckled loudly. "Where is he now?"

Glaring at him with pure hatred, I made no effort to utter a single word to him. Instead, I gathered my saliva and spat them at his face. Instantly, I thought of anything that could go wrong. He may run a slap across my face. Perhaps, order his guards to whip me to death or maybe he could starve me for days. However, I was ready to bear the brunt of my actions.

But he wiped off his face with his bare palm and chuckled again. Whilst, his son stood there, staring at me.

Alpha Dylan stood to his feet then he cast a glare at me. "Drew, that little bitch just disrespected your father. Tell me, what can you do to her?"

Drew's face slipped from sympathy to a scowl. He curled his finger and by the time he stretched them out, I saw his large long claws emanating from the tip. My heart began to race fast. I knew I warranted this situation and I hoped deep down that Drew wouldn't do it. But who am I to make him disobey his father?

I shook my head vigorously, struggling to move back. But the more I tried, the more he walked up to me. He bent on his knees and leaned towards my face.

"Show me, Drew!" Alpha Dylan bellowed, his deep masculine voice resonating through the four walls of the dungeon.

Pressing my lips into a grim line, I struggled not to scream as Drew's claws penetrated my skin, it was painful enough to feel his claw digging into my lap. But he made it worse when he began to drag his claws down, creating a painful stinging sensation as it made its way across my skin.

I screamed at top of my lungs and my lips quivered as hot tears rolled in a rivulet down my cheeks.

"Please," I begged him with tears falling from my eyes. "Please you're hurting me."

Surprisingly, he stopped. He turned to his father who had a devious smile plastered on his lips. "I think she has learned her lesson for today, Dad."

Blood oozed in spurts out of my inflicted wound and trickled down my lap to form a pool of red crimson blood on the floor.

Alpha Dylan tapped Drew on his shoulder. "You did good, boy. This is what we do to lowly prisoners. Never, I repeat let them take you for granted."

"Yes father." came his response as my blood dripped from his elongated claws, that was now slowly retracting into their place.

Drew turned to me once more. His gaze held mine and his icy blue eyes flickered with pain. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks and I turned to face the other side. How did I end up this way? I thought to myself. Why was I the weak one? Had been I to wield my power, I wouldn't be helpless and locked up in a dungeon as a slave.

My breath ragged and my lungs stretched out for air.

Just as I thought Alpha Dylan would walk away and leave me be, the motherfucking asshole beckoned on his guard and he ran into the dungeon immediately with a bag in one hand and a small transparent container in the other.

"Pour the salt on her injury and release the mice."

"Yes, Alpha." The guard bowed his head and walked up to me. He stared at me with a blankly face. I found it hard to read his expression and a part of me somewhat knew that he felt nothing for me. Without a second thought, he poured the salt on my injury and rubbed it against the surface, making a loud yell escape my lips.

I cried bitterly, jerking my leg back and forth to conceal the pain. But the more I did, the more it got worse. He opened the bag and three mice squeaked loudly as they made their way out of the bag.

My eyes widened in horror. If there was anything I detested the most in this world- that was mice. I abhorred them so much that thinking about them alone made me feel nauseated. And almost at once, my stomach churned and I vomited on the floor with a groan.

Alpha Dylan smirked deviously. "Make sure that if they're giving other prisoners food, exclude hers. She has to suffer much more. I will make sure she wished she died alongside her worthless parent." Having said that, he walked out of the dungeon.

Drew cast a pitiful look at me before following right behind his father.

"A word of advice, little girl. I don't know what you did to the Alpha. But I'd advise you not to provoke him more. If you do, he might kill you without a second thought." He walked out also, leaving me in darkness.

Amid tiny sobs, I shuffled to sit down. My eyes watched the mice as they wander about aimlessly on the cold floor. Then I crept to a corner and dragged my knees to my chest. If my hands weren't tied up, maybe I would have tried to get rid of the mice with my fire. But I just couldn't.

In the darkness, I could feel my wound burning up and my head began to throb with pain once more. Sooner or later, I would be down with a fever. Carefully, I placed my head on my knees and cried myself to sleep.

If only my father and mother weren't dead.......

★★

A soft tap on my shoulder jolted me awake with a gasp. I was having a nightmare about my parents being slaughtered and I was locked up in a cage with a ravenous beast.

Everything about my nightmare was true except for the ravenous beast part. I peered through the darkness, straining my eyes to see who it was.

"Shh!" He placed a finger over my lips. "Eat this."

As soon as I found out it was Drew, I shook my head and tried to move away from him. He drew closer to me with his breath fanning against my neck, then his fingers trailed my arm, stopping on my hand and he cut off the rope with a small dagger strapped to his belt all along.

I tried to wield my fire at him immediately but when his hand touched mine, my tensed muscles relaxed. " I am sorry." He muttered under his breath.

Feigning ignorance, I pretended not to hear him. Instead, I tilted my head to face the other direction without uttering a single word. His large hands moved to cup my chin and he held my gaze.

"Adira right?"

My face remained blank and I made no effort to answer him.

"I am not your enemy, Adira. And I don't think my father is right to be doing this to you. Earlier when he asked me to do something, I had to think of something simpler to do to you. Because if he did it by himself or called my twin brother, you would be more sorry."

Biting my lower lip, I restricted myself from saying a word. All that he said changes nothing. The fact that his father slaughtered my parents and some of our pack remains intact. And I still seek my revenge. Everyone in the silver moon pack must pay! That is a promise!

"Adira yo...."

"Why are you doing this?" I fired back at him. "You know the risk of what could happen to you and despite that, you're willing to help me?"

Drew inhaled deeply and exhaled afterward. "Unlike my father and twin brother, I think differently. I don't know why but something keeps drawing me closer to you from the moment I laid my eyes on you." He held the apple to my lips. "Please eat, father must not know I fed you. So do so quickly, I'd like to leave with the unfinished one."

Reluctantly, I bit out of the apple and chewed it loudly. Second rolled in minutes and minutes into an hour, but still Drew stayed with me and tried to soothe my injuries with an ointment.

He showed me his wrist and I saw a tattoo of an eagle drawn creatively on his wrist. "Anytime you want to talk to me, say eagle. My trusted guard would ask you what you want. But if he is not there, the other ones won't understand."

Having said that, he tied my hand back and smoothened my hair. "I will see you soon."

★ADIRA★

The bright morning sun held high in the cloudless blue sky. Through the small window, I was able to see that dawn had faded and the sun was beginning to set in.

I haven't been able to sleep all night because of the mice wandering about in my cell. Heaving a sigh, I stared at the bruise on my lap that had now turned purple. If Drew had not applied an ointment on it yesterday, maybe it would have worsened than it was now.

A part of me could not help but wonder why Drew was acting nice to me. How could he be the one to cause me pain and yet, brought me relief at the same time?

Just as I was plagued with my wandering thought here and there, the cell door opened and Drew walked in. I somewhat felt relieved it was just Drew and not his psychotic father.

He bent towards my face and smirked. "So you're the daughter of the person who stole my father's rightful place?" he stated.

His words sounded more like a statement than a question. But still, I responded to neither. He doesn't sound like Drew, although he looked very much like him.

My gaze drifted to his wrist to see if he was really Drew or not. I remembered Drew mentioning a twin brother to me yesterday. Perhaps, could this be his twin brother? I asked myself.

Alas, his wrist was hidden beneath his long sleeved shirt and his deep icy blue eyes held mine. All of a sudden, I felt a power surge from my upper arm through my veins down to my hand. And then a little puff of smoke emanated from my palms. What the fuck was this guy doing to me with his eyes?

"Answer the damn question bitch!" He raised his tone at me and I flinched.

What does he expect me to fucking say?

Oh yeah! I am the daughter of the person who stole your Father's rightful place, or maybe...I think your father got it all wrong, I am not.

However, I said nothing and tore my gaze away from his. He wrapped his fingers around my hair, and yanked me up. I groaned in pain, jolting to my feet immediately.

As soon as I was on my feet, his hands rummaged my whole body roughly. He tilted my chin to face him then he did the unthinkable. He kissed me! His tongue ran through my lip, sending a shiver down my spine.

He hovered over me as he continued teasing me with his tongue. I tried pushing him off with every ounce of strength left in me, but he was just too strong for me.

Thankfully, someone yanked him off me, and sent him crashing against the wall in a loud thud. A small smile crept to the corner of my lips as I stared at Drew. I couldn't be more grateful he came at the right time and if care wasn't taken, it would be hard to differentiate between the both of them.

"What the fuck bro?" the other one fired a questioning look at him.

"Dennis," he snared. "How can you treat a lady like that?"

"A lady?" the look alike Drew addressed as Dennis scoffed. "Father said I could do anything I wanted to her. She is just trash, a very pretty worthless trash." He completed whilst shuffling to his feet.

I stared at him in shock and my mouth dropped to the floor.

Did he just call me trash?

My remaining pride was shattered and my ego felt bruised but I remained calm. I tried not to cry as I stared at the person who just stole a kiss from me address me as trash.

Dennis rolled his sleeve to his arm, unknowingly showing me what was tattooed on his wrist. A raven was imprinted in his. So while he checked his arm for any bruises, I was busy observing his wrist.

"Are you hurt?" Drew asked me, scrutinising me from head to toe.

I shook my head in response but said nothing.

"What?" Dennis scoffed. He spun around to face both Drew and I. "You tossed me against the wall and asked a slave if she was fine?" His gaze narrowed into mere slit. "Are you joking?"

"You are my twin brother, Dennis. Yet, you behave nothing like me!" He fired back at him.

"How can I behave like you?" Dennis furrowed his brows at him. "you're too pathetic and weak. So there is no damn way I'll be like you!" He retorted.

"You call being kind, weak?" Drew asked him with a scowl.

They were both into a very heated argument that they didn't notice their father, Alpha Dylan had walked in. His cold glare moved from me then back to his twin.

"What the hell is going on here?!" He bellowed.

Almost at once, they stopped arguing and everything became silent. Alpha Dylan moved around them in circles. His presence was so intimidating as he hovered around them. "Does any one care to speak up?" He asked none in particular. But precisely the both of them.

"I came into the cell because I wanted to see Adira, but I found Dennis kissing her." Drew stated with rage seeping through his vein.

"Father you gave the permission to do anything I wanted with her. Isn't that so?" Dennis asked.

Alpha Dylan nodded his head. "Yes I did. She is worthless after all, so I plan to make her pleasure you both, what do you say?"

Drew pupil dilated in shock. And so did mine. "What?" Drew questioned his father. "How can you say that to her?"

"And what the hell are you going to do about it, Drew?" Alpha Dylan took two step towards him to instill fear, but Drew stood his ground. "Come to think of it, why were you here in the first place? Isn't it for pleasure also?"

Drew shook his head. "No, I wanted to know why her father did that to you. He was your brother afterall."

Alpha Dylan nodded. "Fair enough. But since, Dennis wants her for pleasure and you want her for something else, you can both share her. Moreover, she isn't going to be either of you mate." He declared aloud.

I watched Dennis lip curved into a devious smile, while Drew twitched up his lips in anger. Deep down, I wanted neither of them. I haven't gotten over the fact that their father took away the two most precious people in my life. Infact, three. Plus, my baby brother or sister mom was expecting.

Turning to face the wall, hot tears brimmed my lashes and I couldn't control it anymore. I sobbed bitterly, regretting my life for reducing to this shitty situation. I am weak, I am powerless and worst of all, I don't even have a wolf. There is nothing absolutely special about me.

Memories of that night surged to the forefront of my brain, and I slipped to the floor. But before I knew what was happening, Alpha Dylan was standing in front of me with a glare tossed at my direction.

He bent and cupped my chin with his rough fingers. I looked up to see that both Drew and Dennis were long gone. And I was left alone with my worst nightmare. "Don't think you're anything special because my boys are fighting over you."

I tore my gaze away from his but he tilted my chin forcefully to face him. "Look into my eyes whenever I am speaking to you."

So I obeyed him reluctantly. I felt too weak to fight back or utter a word. At this point, I was still too weak to match up with his strength. But I knew someday, I would be up for the task.

"I will make them lay with you until you beg for mercy. You will discover sooner or later that your whole existence is a disaster. I will make you feel like a whore and a tramp that you are. By the time I am done with you, you would regret having been born!" He released his grip on my chin and I batted my eyelashes to restrain me from crying.

No! Adira. You have to be strong remember? You can't let this get to you. No matter what, you are going to get through this phase. I thought to myself.

Alpha Dylan bit his lower lip then he smirked. He shook his head in mockery of me before walking out.

At this point, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. What kind of life was this? How can Alpha Dylan hate his brother this much? I know my father can't be that greedy to usurp his position as an Alpha. There have to be a story behind this whole plight. But what the hell could it be?

I bowed my head between my legs and cried once more. Tears had now become a part of my consolation.

Just as the thought of killing myself crept to the forefront of my brain, Drew walked in immediately and held my hand in his. "Adira," he called and I looked up to hold his gaze. "What do you say about escaping tomorrow night?"