Captured by my Mate's Pack

Chapter 2

20th August ~ 2 days after capture.

I opened my eyes to the room I had grown accustomed to, my back ached and my head was spinning. I woke to the sound of Georgina murmuring and crying, bruises all over her fragile body. She seemed mentally disturbed after being beaten all yesterday for trying to escape. I think her punishment was a form of deterrence to stop anyone else from my pack from trying to escape. Still, I might try sooner or later..

Life in this place is quite, hmm, hard. You have to clean and work for the Alpha and his assistants all day from around 5:30am until 10pm. Then you get a slice of bread and an over-ripened apple to eat.. We are deteriorating, fast. From all the hard work. Soon we will waste away.

Tomorrow though I think that the royals of the castle will be choosing a few of us or one each to be their personal servent.. I hope the person I serve isn't too cruel. Georgina will most likely be chosen by someone cruel, it is just her luck. I hate to see my friends become depressed and sad. I remember when all 10 of us were free and looked upto a great alpha. He was a good man, he died for us.

I got out of bed, as my feet met the cold floor they felt numb from yesterday's work. I sauntered past the other beds lined up beside mine, only 4 of them occupied, my friends were sleeping. Exhausted. I think the rest were wallowing in their own personal hell, deep in memory of their past life that they were dragged from.

There lay Georgina in the corner on the floor, crying into her hands. I sat beside her and put my arm around her to make her feel better. It wouldn't work as long as we were stuck in this drab room.. "Don't worry, I'm sure life may get better when we have only one person to serve, you never know, they may be nice."

Georgina murmured a little and managed to say "We will never escape this damn place. I miss my mu-mum a-and everyone." Her stutter worried me as I had never seen her as fragile and broken in all of my life. I remember when she used to be head of the netball team back at school. She ran around that court like the boss and commanded us all what to do and how to do it. Her brunette, curly hair flying around her narrow face as she grabbed the ball before an opponent caught it. Now, here she was, a nervous wreck, crying on the cold floor. If she had become like this then most of us wouldn't be far off.

Some people in the room had deep, red bags round their eyes due to crying. And they didn't speak to anyone. They had begun to isolate themselves from everyone else as they may have thought they were just a reminder of our old pack. I thought I needed to be the strong one now, to set an example to everyone to not give up and let the people who imprisoned us to just rule us and destroy us. In memory of our pack we should not let go of our pride or dignity.

The door swung open, nearly hitting me and Georgina in the face. I jumped out of my skin and she just carried on crying. I peered wide-eyed at the thin, lanky fellow in the door, he was nothing at all like the men who dragged us to this room when we arrived. Dana fought to take control and bolt through the door but I held her back, she is so arrogant, 'Let me run, I need to be free. Its in my blood, my veins, freedom, the door is out there on the right.' 'No way, I am not being tortured.' I replied in my head to my wolf, she is really feisty, she brings out my inner bitch sometimes.

"Get up. You are all going to see the royals and be chosen one by one to be one's servant... Understood?" The man's voice boomed round the walls of the hollow room. Everyone suddenly got up and walked slowly to the door, outside I could see 4 guard wolves in their wolf form ready to bite our head's off or something if we ran, just kidding, but I wouldn't put it past them. Seriously though, they were HUGE, and angry. Any wolf would be scared at the sight of them, let alone 10 vulnerable females.

I pulled Georgina up with me and we were lead out of the room in a group. I was actually quite delighted to see so much colour after being in that grey room all night, even if there was only a red rug and a few statues and paintings, it was better than nothing. My feet rubbed on the red carpet and I felt appreciative of warmness beneath my feet. We all trailed up the stairs, Georgina's muffled cries echoed throughout the large room and landing above us. Little Anne walked behind me, closely, scared of the guards that were right behind us.

When we reached the top of the stairs we were lead to a room in the middle of the hall and were ushered in. "Be quiet and do not speak unless spoken to, or there will be drastic consequences." The man said. We all nodded and walked towards what looked like a marble stage at the back of the room. When I stepped onto it I noticed a line of chairs, five to my left and five to my right. I eyed the people sitting in them up and down and realised these were the 'royals' who would be choosing us. On the right the first person was a man and he wore a large golden crown on his head, and a long silk robe which was draped over his shoulders. He had a smug grin on his face and looked quite sinister. Next to him was his wife, she looked equally evil, and as I noticed her, I also noticed the way she stared right into my eyes, like she could see my fear. The next 3 people were obviously some sort of assistant group to the king and queen. On the left, there was a girl, about 13 years of age, she didn't look very happy about us being here, maybe she felt sorry for us. I think she was the king and queen's daughter.

As my eyes glided to the last person.. Past the assistants, I was rendered speechless, and breathless. This man, about 17 years old I guess, my age, he was absolutely perfect, his deep set eyes glared down at his feet and his smooth skin fascinated me. It was like the Earth stopped moving for a while minute while I took all these new feelings in. His dark brown hair hung over one of his eyes and the back almost reached the bottom of his neck. His facial features were perfect. And the rest of him was too. He was slouched in his chair unhappily, waiting for this to carry on. He hadn't noticed me yet. Boy did I want him to feel the same way. If not, I don't know if I could of handled it at that moment.

I have no idea why I felt like this all of a sudden. I mean, he was my enemy right? But one look and he stole my heart away. Is this my.. No, no he can't be my mate. He is my enemy! I can't love him! He wants me dead! I panicked and was subconciously squeezing on Georgina's arm a bit tight because then I snapped out of it when she went "Ouch." rather loudly. One of the guards gave us an evil glare and I let go of her arm instantly.

"Your highness, here is our selection of females from the pack you chose to destroy. Take your pick my Lord if you wish." The man said again, his voice was starting to agitate me. He then bowed and stepped backwards out of sight behind a table and a vase of tulips.

The King stood up.. He took 5 steps towards us.. This was it I thought. He looked at us all and then his arm shot out so fast I hardly noticed towards Georgina. "Her. She looks like a fine worker. She will be serving me until I dispose of her." Dispose? Disposal?! Oh no, now we actually had a time limit. Georgina cried a little into the crook of her left arm as she was tied to a sort of lead by the other for the king. Then she was pulled away to sit on the floor beside the king, much like a dog.

This process was repeated by the queen, her assistants, and her daughter. By that time there was only me, Anne and Trudi a 45 year old woman left. "Prince Ryan, make your choice." Ryan I thought, what a nice name. 'Very nice if you ask me.. He is our mate and we will be telling him if he doesn't look into our damn eyes for once to realise himself.' Dana said forcefully. 'No, he can never find out. We are his servant. The king might kill us if he finds out, or we will be rejected. I don't know if I can handle that.' 'Shushhh leave this to me, he has a right to know.' 'No.'

Prince Ryan strode over to the stage. I looked at my feet as I scraped them over the edge of the stage nervously. Then he took a long hard look at each of us, Anne was terrified. "Look up girl." he commanded to me. He kinda sounded like an ass when he said that and my heart felt a bit of pain at hearing his uncaring tone. I looked up slowly... Then he looked into my eyes. The deep blue of his, were piercing through mine like they were a window to my soul. His face flashed a hint of passion. Then he stumbled back a few steps in shock maybe. He had realised, so much for my plan to survive.. "Send this girl to my room in half an hour," he said hurriedly, coldly, then he ran out of the room with his arm over his face. Was this rejection? Fear? Regret? Or love?

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