Chains of Fate

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WARNING: This book contains content that is not suitable for some audiences including mature language and themes, rape, and violent/torture scenes.

Aria

I hung from the ceiling in a silver cage. Encased in darkness until I was needed again. The slight crack in the wall separating me from hell allowed a slice of moonlight to shine through, illuminating the bones in my ribcage and casting a sickly pale glow on my skin. I can only imagine my gaunt face, the hollows of my eyes and cheeks creating a skull-like figure. A skeleton of a former person. But the thing is I don't care anymore. I don't care that I'm hollow inside. I don't care that I'm a shell of a person. I just don't care. I'm nothing more than blood and organs inside a thin layer of skin, holding me together till the day that I can finally die.

My muted senses realized that the wall was turning in on its self. revealing me to my hell. 'Hello Aria,' the voice purred. His hand shot out into my home gripping my hair and forcing my face against the silver bars, the cage swinging with the force.

'It's playtime,' he growled. Alpha Kain dragged me out of my prison by my foot and let my head be crushed by the floor. The stinging pain in my face intensified adding to what I assume to be two red lines running through my skin from the silver. He thrust my body back into the turning wall causing it to slightly reveal the small space where the cage hangs.

'Billiard Room. Now.' He spoke, and with that, he left. I picked myself up off the floor and pushed the wall in, carefully closing it, returning me and my cage to darkness.

Alpha had built these walls so that they were thicker than normal. This allowed me to wander around the house without being noticed. The corridors were small, enough for a small child at least. But thanks to the years of malnourishment I could fit just fine. I walked further into the darkness, using my hands to feel where the walls began, and followed them until I entered the Billiard Room through a bookshelf that turned. The engineering of the building was phenomenal, I would have spent hours exploring the secret tunnels if I lived here as a child, but I've never had the chance, being sold into a wolf trade at 16, then being exchanged for 4 years amongst different packs and then finally winding up here, by far the worst prison I have ever experienced.

Emerging from the sliding bookshelf I was greeted by Alpha Kain, Beta Alex, and three other pack members. The people in this room are the only ones aware of my existence, and my presence in this pack. No one ever came into this room, it was on the Alpha floor and was never cleaned by anyone other than myself. I felt hands tracing and grabbing at my skin, my utter lack of clothing allowing more access to my body. I did not own clothes, nor was I allowed them. Clothes were for people. Whereas I was a mere object.

And as to why no one knew of my presence, the Alpha had kept his purchases a secret for obvious reasons and I was never accepted into the pack so a link was never possible, neither was the scent, as I traveled via walls and had to constantly cover myself in various odors and potions enabling me to hide in plain sight. I may be a rogue, I may be part of a pack. But I will never know. All I know for sure is that I'm a prisoner, a corpse, and a burden.

I was shoved into the snooker table, landing face down leaving my sight obscured. I can hear them faintly laughing and talking from the depths of my mind. Although my mind was elsewhere my physical presence was not, screams instantly left my throat as two silver blades were dragged over my shoulder blades down to the small of my back. They then settled themselves into my upper body as one of the wolves thrust into me. I began to lose consciousness with each violation, a way of preserving what was left of my sanity. If there was any left to safe.

Eventually, I woke up, I must have blacked out, and found myself thrown on the floor next to a desk. The blood that must've coated my body must have been pressure washed off me as I could feel the pain and the cuts, but saw no staining on the carpet. I realized I was in Alpha's room again, papers strewn across the desk. I nearly smiled as I saw the paperwork, I know it was strange to look forward to work. But this was the only time I ever had to learn about the outside world.

Every few months the three Kings required a report and for these to be presented to their Betas at the end of every year. The Kings were the three most powerful Alphas that ran our civilization, each was responsible for a certain amount of packs in their union. This pack fell under the care of Alpha Aidan, and as Alpha Kain hated this aspect of the job the responsibility fell to me.

But again, I was grateful. It was something that I can create, to be proud of, the one thing that was mine in a sense. I may not be a part of this pack, but I knew it better than anyone here. After years of writing financial, well-being, and status reports I can almost see the pack from inside these walls, see their lives in the paper. Living through their dreams and lives, it sounds loney, but it's something.

I was lulled into sleep after hours of learning of the updates in these characters' lives I followed, or what you can call sleep. I don't know when the last time I actually slept was, my status was either breathing, unconscious, or dead. At the moment I might as well be dead, or at least I would be if Alpha came to retire to bed early. I was horrified at myself for having passed out, the Beta of the Kings pack was coming tomorrow and I prided myself on finishing to perfection, well, Alpha Kain did, but as I was his property his intentions were mine. My hair and cheek were attached to the pages and my scent was back, my awful smell coated the documents. My heart was beating fast, I couldn't hear the blood was in my ears, if Alpha caught my scent he would kill me. A rogue's scent on a legal document would mean investigation, which would lead to my uncovering, which would lead to my death. I quickly grab the vials of liquid from Alpha Kain's desk and spray the room over and over till I couldn't smell anything anymore.

But for once I was lucky, the Alpha was drunk from his night in the billiard room and successfully masked my crime. Quietly I avoided Kain and crept back to my cage, locking the door behind me and curling into a ball to avoid the silver bars, and once again, I drifted off into oblivion in the space between life and death.