CHAPTER NINE
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DEATH SENTENCE
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'BOUND OF NOT, YOU'RE STILL NO MATCH FOR ME...'
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In the dimly lit confines of the room, faint pants echoed softly against the walls, almost drowned out by the weight of silence. Within that cramped space, the Alpha bore the agony with a determination etched into every line of her face. Her teeth were gritted, jaw clenched tight against the relentless assault on her wounds, each twinge and ache a testament to her resilience. Despite the searing pain coursing through her, she refused to yield, her strength evident in the absence of any cries, even as sweat trickled down her brow and her breath came in ragged gasps.
She endured it all, a stoic figure in the face of torment, her resolve unbroken by the agony inflicted upon her. She was a fortress of endurance, unbowed by the cruelty of her tormentors, who remained oblivious to the depths of her fortitude.
Each lash of the whip sliced through the air, leaving a trail of blood on her back, carving scars so profound that even the resilience of an Alpha would need a month, perhaps more, to mend. For three relentless hours, the punishment persisted each strike a cruel reminder of her endurance. Yet, amidst the excruciating torment, she refused to succumb, her will unbroken by the searing agony.
Not a single cry of anguish escaped her lips, nor did she yield to the darkness threatening to claim her consciousness.
She bore it all with a fierce resolve, her eyes smoldering with a simmering hatred, their steely depths tinged with shadows of darkness. Clasped tightly in her slender fingers, the silver chains bound her wrists, suspended above her head, tethered to the unforgiving ceiling of the pack's prison. Despite the throbbing ache that coursed through her arms and back, she masked her agony with stoic composure, refusing to betray even a hint of her suffering.
Her countenance remained impassive; a facade meticulously crafted to conceal the tempest of emotions raging within. Yet, for those daring enough to peer into the depths of her eyes, they would find not the flicker of pain, but rather an inferno of fury blazing fiercely within her soul.
"Cease the punishment at once! There will be no further need for it," boomed a commanding voice as its owner strode into the room. The Alpha, still bound and kneeling, hadn't registered the arrival of anyone new, her gaze fixated on the cold, gray floor since the onset of her ordeal. Yet, despite her lowered visage, she discerned the presence of another Alpha, their aura unmistakable even in the depths of her anguish.
Already teetering on the brink of losing control to the seething fury within her, she had no desire for another Alpha to test the bounds of her hard-won patience, earned through endless hours of torment. She refused to allow herself to be provoked further. Though uncertain, she clung to the hope that her resolve would hold steady, even in the face of her raging anger, as she desperately yearned to maintain her composure.
Now, it was a waiting game, to see whether fortune favored her or not.
The two beta warriors, relentless in their task of administering punishment for the past three grueling hours, finally relented at the arrival of the newcomer. With a deferential bow, they acknowledged the newcomer's presence before swiftly departing the prison, guided by the subtle gestures of the newcomer's head, silently commanding their departure.
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Magic Under Darkness
Werewolf{AVAILABLE ON ERATU APP} Being a Blessed Omega; Alex is entangled in a dangerous game of fate when in a world where cruelty has decimated werewolf ranks. Pursued by his Pack Alpha's daughter, he seeks refuge with Alpha Celeste, unaware of the nightm...