Chapter 1:

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Well, welcome back! If you look in the Media, I have a picture of the person I want to play Juliana.

Juliana POV:

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Juliana POV:

I woke up with my head pounding, pain rippling through my body. I sit up and instantly recognize the dirty cell in the prisons below the pack house. My name is Juliana Keira Carrington, and I'm one of the Omega's of the Emerald Pack.

I sit up, noting the silver chains wrapped around my ankles. The smell of burnt skin and flesh makes me want to cringe and vomit, but I've been chained with silver and locked in the prisons so many times, the scent is, unfortunately, ingrained into my mind permanently.

I hear the screams of women and men getting tortured around me in other cells. As much as the inner part of me is shaking in fear, I remain still on the outside, looking like I've zoned out. My once dark green eyes that sparkled with the life I used to have have gone empty and lifeless. My skin has been scarred and turned pale. And my hair, which is still a vibrant red, has become greasy and bloody from my own tortures.

On instinct, I coil my body at the sound of the keys and footfalls that I've heard too many times. He's coming. Alpha Warrod, the one who rules this pack. I hear the whimpers of terror from other female's, but the one across from me in another cell has started crying.

The tears will get you no where. Nothing will save you from this place, I think to myself.

I have no clue where my wolf is. She vanished some time ago, and there is never a time where I actually have a break to at least try and get her back. But, I don't want her to live this pain. So, hopefully while she's gone, she's not feeling any of the pnishments.

My cell door opens and I flinch at the sound of keys dropping onto a metal tray. I don't dare look up at him, I just tilt my neck to the side. I'm submitting to him. Hearing him walk over towards me, but he unlocks my chains and lowers them to the ground.

He was being way too gentle. Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful for it. But, I know for a fact I'm down here for punishment. I always am. Nothing ever changes in the life of Juliana.

Suddenly, her grabs a fistful
of my hair and throws me to the ground. I hear a crack in my wrist as I fell, so I probably broke it. Tears sprang into my eyes and I bit my lip to keep silent. He slid his foot under me and lifted me up, but he kicked me into a wall with force. I landed on the ground, struggling for air as he kept up his relentless assault. I cried as he kept kicking me in my ribs, making them snap, crack, and break.

Her grabs the back of my neck and lifts me up. He calls in someone, and they place my arms in the silver chains hanging up on the ceiling. I hang there painfully as they chain my ankles as well. Hanging in the center of the cell, I'm completely helpless, just like any other time. Tears stream down my face as he pulls a knife out of his pocket.

“All of this pain could end if you would simply agree to be my mate”, he growled in her ear, slowly dragging the silver knife up my torso.

I shake my head, and I know what will happen. But, I can't do it. I can't let him claim me, it was wrong of me to do so. I had a mate out there somewhere.

“You bitch! You will never have anyone other than me. No one will love you, you are worthless.”, he yelled in my face, dragging it across my stomach painfully.

I scream and thrash around, knowing I couldn't get away. My vision becomes blurry, and before I knew it, I blacked out...

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