Chapter 6

• Mate!
• I have been staying here for the past week, all my body trembling from cold and hunger. The dungeon was an open space, with nothing but the iron bars, the only security. This caused cold to fill the place, the inhabitants, which presently happen to be me, suffering from its repercussions.
• The food here was little to nothing. It was just as though I was given the leftovers of dogs. Albeit, I was looking forward to it every evening.
• This morning, the sun seemed brighter, as it slit through the tiny windows above the tall walls, cascading in the borders down to me. I struggled to get up and sat with my knees bent up, my hand wrapped about them, taking in my immediate environment, which unfortunately would be the last place I see before death. I had noticed something since I came here; All my body wounds were beginning to heal very fast, and the ones I acquired from the whip, I noticed they were all gone the next day when I woke up. Maybe it's because I have come to the age of transformation, which would heighten my power to the maximum.
• The other day my sister came, she was all gloat and glum, reminding me of what I already knew I was going to die. She gloated more, and laughed to my face, telling me how she was going to have the last laugh by becoming Luna. I would lie if I say I didn't feel more miserable at her words.
• I felt that all my life, after leaving rightly and trying to be nice by not hurting anyone with my power, the goddess turned her back to me, and allowed my evil sister to win against me.
• Maybe I am a fool. I should have used my powers instead of hiding away from them. Now look at me, I'm going to die without knowing what it felt like to practice, meet my wolf or even transform. The thought caused me tears.
• I was wrenched out of my thoughts at approaching footsteps. It sounded like more than one person.
• I rushed up from the ground and wiped furiously at my face to clean the tears. Why are they here by this time? They never come in the morning. Does it mean that today was the D_day?
• "Bring her!" The hunky one with a long mustache and fearsome, ordered the other two, one of which I recognized.
• I scooted away as the bars were unlocked and they came towards me.
• "What are you doing"?" I asked frightfully flailing my hand to swapped them off.
• One yanked at me, fiercely picking me up effortlessly and tossing me over his shoulders like I weighed nothing.
• I was stupefied, but recalling my first experience the first day they brought me here, I didn't make any sound. They soon busted out from the endless hall of the dungeon, out to the open, where he dropped me to the ground and began dragging me forward very roughly. I was literally jumping to meet up with his stride so as not to injure myself.
• Not long, I recognized our direction, which appeared to be the arena. It instantly confirmed my suspicion_today was the D day.
• Tears began pouring anew down my face.
• When we got to the arena, people were already gathered. The minute I was noticed, the chorus "Murderer!" went off in the air, followed by them throwing my stones and other stuff which landed at me as much I tried to dodge them.
• "Stand there!" The man holding me pushed me to the center of the arena and commenced walking away. I was alone, without a soul to console me or even a goodbye from my family. I allowed the ache in me to build and overflow. At that moment standing there watching every one of them jeer and throw things at me, I detested everything that makes me. I hated myself, my life, my family, my name, everything! I didn't know how long it took before the guy came back bearing a rope. My eyes widened wondering what he was going to do with them.
• "Any form of resistance from you, and I would slit your throat with this!" He motioned to a silver knife in his sheath and started dragging me to a stationed pole not far from us. While he dragged me, I used the opportunity to steal the knife and placed it inside my garment. I was quivering, my eyes darting about to everyone, cringing from the muddled disgusting looks on their faces.
• "Don't tie her!" the Alpha’s voice barreled through the air. I became confused with why he would say that. From the guard's facial expression, I could tell he was equally confused but obeyed the Alpha, and left me.
• I craned my neck to look up at the place the Alpha sat down with his family at the arena and saw him sitting with his wife, Liam by his left side with Bianca leaning into him without any form of remorse on her face. I searched around until I identified with my father, sitting on one of the chairs, his face stony, glaring at me with disdain still etched in them. I averted my gaze and looked down my leg, only raising my head once more when the Alpha's voice assailed the air once more.
• "Today we are assembled to witness the execution of Danika Michaels for the crime of attempting to kill her sister which is a forbidden sacrilege in this region." He halted, his eyes skimming to me. "We would begin immediately by releasing one of our captured rogues, who would do us the honor, and spare us from staining our hands with her cursed blood." The words ‘cursed’ pierced my heart like the silver knife in my dress.
• "We have it under notice, that the King of the region, Alpha Alonso, would be joining us for this pitiful occasion," the sound that went off in the air was the confirmation of what I was thinking. Is that even feasible? " Once he arrives, and at his command, we unleash the rogue." He said and slacked back on his throne." Her family can go and pay her the last respect before she would be shredded by the rogue" he addressed my so called family.
• I was shifting on my feet hoping none of them came near me. I hated them with passion and wished them all the ill that they have brought upon me. I wish them multiples of all the pain they have made me suffer in this world, for something I had no control over.
• However, evil people were never ashamed, right? Yea, they came. My father reached me first and stopped a few feet from me. "All I wish to say to you is that I will never regret losing a child as cursed as you are." He started as my tears flowed at his cruel words. "I regret the day you were conceived, bringing with you nothing but pain and misery, with your useless powers!" He spat at my feet. "May you never find peace on the other side."
• My eyes snapped to him blurred by the tears now. I was going to die, It was inevitable, yet he stood there and said those words to me. At least even for once, words of kindness wouldn't hurt! I was still his blood for crying out loud.
• Bianca didn't say a thing to me, including Liam who I noticed tagged along. The both of them just stared at me with equal disgust, not offering any word to me, which I was grateful for.
• But that was just a wish. Bianca came forward her face creased with resentment. She stopped a few feet from me and her hands raised up to smack me across the face with so much force, snapping my head to the side.
• "That is for killing our mother." She snarled.
• smack!
• "That is for attempting to kill me!" She took further steps forward. "As I said earlier, you lost." she spat at my hurting face and went back to Liam.
• My hands were itching by my side. My body was shivering in fury at them, all of them. If I didn't stop myself, I would hurt someone. Fury and rage coursed through my body offsetting every balance and control I had.
• I suddenly snapped and produced the knife I was holding.
• They jerked away and turned white, their faces modeling shock as they gaped at me.
• “I have heard enough!" I screamed at them "You have done enough to me, "I surged forward "YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FAMILY!" I cried out.
• I took a steady breath and angled the knife, falling to my knees and looking up at the sky. "Today I am going to die, I know that it's unavoidable." I sniffed, more tears flowing out. "But before I die, I am going to say this," I looked pointedly at them. "If I had intentionally killed my mother, Let the curse of this land follow me to my grave, and may I truly, according to your words, never know peace!"
• My father scowled harder but I didn't give a fig and continued “But if all you accuse me of are false, including intentionally wanting to kill my sister, may this land never know peace!" The crowd began snarling harsh words at me. "I cut very ties with this family!" I shouted as I raised the knife higher. “I accept your rejection, Liam!" I looked at him "I will rather kill myself than allow a rogue to devour me!"
• "You are shameless even at death! How stupid can you get?" My father asked coldly, fire spiking from his eyes.
• "I will rather die shameful, than a coward!" I reeled as the knife went down and cut my hand deeply.
• The crowd roared as that happened and some guards started running in our direction. I noticed something when the knife pierced my body. Liam bent over holding onto his hand. He staggered back and front, his eyes looking at me intently. His face has turned red like he was in severe pain, while Bianca fussed about him.
• "Liam!" she yelled "What have you done to him, witch?!" she snapped at me.
• I was fast losing blood, but something odd was happening, I was also healing. The guard that came, held me away from the others while my father joined Bianca to worry over Liam.
• He broke away furiously from them and scurried to me. I was afraid he was going to smack me or do something just like the rest. But instead, he stopped in front of me, his face bearing something I couldn't discern, but a little familiar. Guilt.
• Bianca ran to his side like a lost puppy, also confused about what was going on. "What are you doing, Liam?" she quizzed softly, trying to touch him, but he smacked her hand away. "Liam!" she cried out and touched him again, but this time he faced her with a scornful look. "Leave me the fuck alone!" He screamed so loud that got everyone mesmerized.
• "Danika..." He reached out to touch my face, sending the guards an ogre look that made them leave me the next minute.
• "I reject you, Liam," I said again, in case he didn't hear it the first time.
• "I'm sorry," he said, coming closer.
• I was confounded. What happened to bring about the change? I looked at my hand to realize it has healed, leaving just a faint scar. Hmm, that was very fast. These few days in the dungeon had helped me regain some of my powers even with the poor treatment.
• I was about to say something else to him when the crowd broke in cheer, signaling the presence of someone. Liam shifted aside giving me the space to see through, my eyes widening in the process at who I saw. He came. Unbelievable!
• Everyone was standing now, including our Alpha, as the almighty king of Alphas stood at the entrance of the arena, with his entourage, his eyes scanning through the crowd before moving towards me.
• When his eyes met mine, there seemed to be something indiscernible etched in them. I couldn't quite tell completely due to his distance. Then, he started walking to me. My heart plummeted, barreling to break through my ribcage, making me want to swoon at the spot.
• The Alpha king himself walking towards you was like the goddess coming face to face with you.
• He reached me in quick strides, his captivating sea blue eyes almost popping out of his socket as he took me in. He was indeed a true definition of adonis. I bowed my head, instantly scrunching my face as a very sweet heart searing scent hit me.
• By now, our Alpha had joined us, and I was becoming more agitated with the Alpha King's assessment but more especially with the intensifying scent. His eyes were observing me closely like he was sucking me in with his beautiful entrancing orbs, not batting a lid.
• "Alpha_"
• "Who did this to her?" The Alpha King's voice, cut off that of my Alpha, reverberating through the arena, and causing everyone to still in their positions.
• His steel eyes landed on Alpha Derrick, his huge masculine body towering over him. " Answer me this minute! Who did this to my mate!"
• No one said anything apparently afraid of garnering his wrath. Alpha Derrick was rooted to a spot, his facade a true image of fear.
• Then the Alpha King took the first step to me and then second, until he was standing directly in front of me, his hand reaching out to caress my face. I froze, but my consternation cannot be compared to what I felt with the next word that came from his mouth, distinctly that I nearly didn't hear it.
• "Mine."