Chapter 8 Don’t disobey me
The Alpha
He wore black.
His eyes met mine. Not hungry. Not cruel. Just observing me. “Sit,” he said, motioning to the chair beside him.
My feet didn’t move to go and sit down. But I was already inside. And the doors shut behind me with a slow, echoing thud.
"I don't usually like repeating myself," he said, voice flat and emotionless. “I’m not here to follow whatever you tell me,” I snapped at him.
"Better behave before I tear your throat out," his words made me become speechless for a moment. I really didn't want to die right now.
For a long moment, we just stared at each other. Him, unblinking. Me, seething. But it was a quiet kind of rage, born from helplessness and stripped dignity.
Eventually, I sank into the chair, not for him, not because he said so, but because standing felt like surrendering something else. Some invisible piece of control.
After me sitting, he raised his hand up. At his signal, attendants entered with silver platters, setting one before him and me.
I stared at mine, heart sinking. It was raw meat, deep red and glistening. The scent hit me immediately. It wasn’t cooked.
It was bleeding just like last time.
I immediately shoved the platter away. “I’m not eating that.” I seethed.
The entire table fell silent and the attendants stopped doing whatever they were doing.
The Alpha didn’t say anything for a moment. He just stared. Then, slowly, he leaned back in his seat.
“You insult my hospitality,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “I don’t care. I’m human. I’m not eating raw flesh.” I retorted.
“It’s not someone else’s,” he said. “It’s mine.”
My stomach twisted. “That’s supposed to make it better?” I hissed. “I’m not like you. Why did you decide to get me your meat?”
He opened his mouth, but I didn’t give him the chance. I grabbed the platter immediately, lifted it high and dumped it onto him.
It was quick, but I regretted it the moment he spoke again.
“Take her to the cells and punish her severely.”
My blood went cold instantly. “What?”
“You will learn obedience,” he said, voice sharp as broken bone. “And if you will not eat at my table, you will rot beneath it.”
Two guards moved toward me before I could say anything. I shoved my chair back, heart hammering. “You can’t just lock me away like some animal...”
“Can’t I?” he interrupted, voice dark with amusement. “You belong to the pack now. I’ll do as I please.”
The guards grabbed me, hands like iron clamps.
“I’d rather die than be your pet,” I spat, struggling.
“You’re not important enough to be my pet,” he said softly, turning away. “You’re just a human who made a bad decision. And now… you’ll be reminded of what happens when you disobey a wolf.”
The last thing I saw before the heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind me was the flicker of golden eyes watching me with something colder than hatred.
“You’re really going to chain a human like a dog?” I turned to the guards as they dragged me down the hallway towards the cell.
They didn't bother replying. Instead they pushed me inside the cell and slammed the door shut.
The cell was cold. Not freezing, but the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and stayed there, gnawing. The stone walls pressed in on all sides, slick with damp. No windows. Just a single barred door and the reek of mildew and old blood clinging to every breath I took. It smelled wrong, coppery and ancient, like death that refused to fade.
I didn’t cry.
I wanted to. But I didn’t.
Instead, I curled into myself on the straw-covered floor, knees hugged tight to my chest, arms wrapped around my legs like I could hold myself together. My skin, too warm and too alive, trembled under the weight of the cold that didn’t seem to touch them.
You belong to me now.
His words echoed louder than the silence. A voice that had been velvet and ice all at once, sinking into me like a poison I couldn’t purge.
I didn’t know how long I’d been down there. Minutes? Hours? The dim torchlight never changed. Time didn’t exist here. Only the ache in my spine and the hollow pit in my stomach. Hunger gnawed at me, but it was a human thing, a living thing, and I was starting to realize how alone I was in that.
Then footsteps.
Heavy ones. Boots on stone. Two pairs.
I sat up fast, heart leaping. Not from hope. No. Nothing good ever came from footsteps in places like this.
The barred door creaked open. The same guards from before stood there, shadowed and blank-faced. Their eyes gleamed faintly, pupils a little too narrow, skin pale and almost waxy under the torchlight. Like marble statues carved too perfectly to be human.
One of them stepped forward. “The Alpha has changed his mind.”
I didn’t move but asked. “Changed his mind?”
“You’re being transferred.”
“To where?”
The guard’s mouth curled at the edge. Not quite a smile. More a grim twist of pity and threat.
“To the whorehouse.”
Silence.
For a heartbeat, I didn’t understand. Not really.
Then I did. And I scrambled back across the floor, fingers clawing at stone. “No .. no, he wouldn’t—”
“He did,” the other guard said, stepping inside. “Said if you won’t obey, you’ll serve some other use. Said it’s better than wasting blood.”
My chest tightened until it hurt. “You’re lying.”
“Wish we were.”
They reached for me. I kicked, thrashed, screamed until my voice broke. But it didn’t matter.
Hands closed around my arms like iron bands. I was dragged from the cell, feet scraping uselessly across the floor, skin stinging from the cold and the stone and the helplessness burning beneath my skin.
“No!” I screamed, voice hoarse. “Let go of me!”
“You should’ve just ate the damn raw meat, now you going to used and ruined like a whore,” one muttered.
They hauled me down a different corridor this time. Not toward the grand halls. Not toward warmth or light.
They were heading to the whorehouse.