"No! Uncle, please!" Elena pleaded, her body shaking with sobs as her uncle dragged her through the woods. However, the former Alpha, now an elder, paid no attention to her pleas and kept pulling her.
"U-uncle please, you can't do this to me. The Alpha King is a beast! H-he is going to make my life miserable!"
"That's exactly what I want Elena!" Elder Zade barked. "Your misery is what I want! And spending the rest of your life as a sex slave is a great punishment for you!"
Soon, Elena was pulled out of the forest, and she gasped in horror when her eyes landed on a white van parked on the other side of the road. "U-uncle, please, you have to stop this. The King wouldn't even want me. He wouldn't like me."
Elder Zade halted, spinning around to face Elena. His eyes were cold and piercing. "You are exactly what the Alpha King needs, Elena. And he has paid a handsome amount for the right to own you, a long time ago." He confessed and with that, he pulled Elena's hand again, dragging her forward.
Elena struggled to free herself from her uncle's grasp but she was too weak at that moment. She kept crying, hoping and praying for a miracle to happen. For her to somehow get saved. She didn't want to meet the Alpha King. Being in the dungeon was far better than being sold to the King as a sex slave.
Elena had heard several stories about the king before she was thrown into the dungeon—stories of how cruel he was, how he killed for sport, and how no one who crossed him was ever spared.
He had fought so many wars and won, leaving him with countless scars on his body and face. He wasn't just known as the Death God, some even called him the Grim Reaper.
No one in the Nightshade Pack had seen the Alpha King but his name alone brought fear to the people.
Suddenly, two bulgy men jumped out of the van the moment Elena got close, and she froze. They were towering, their bulky frames blocking out the light from the moon. Their faces were harsh, with rough, stubbled jaws and cruel, calculating eyes. One of them had a thick neck tattoo that curled like a serpent, while the other man's lips twisted into a grin that didn't reach his cold, narrowed eyes. The air around them felt charged, heavy with the promise of violence. It was clear that they were the king's warriors.
"Is she the one?" Marcel, the man with the tattoo asked, his cold eyes scanning Elena as he took in her state.
"Yes sir." Elder Zade replied as he bowed in respect.
"Well then. You may leave." Marcel voiced.
Elena yelled in terror as Marcel lifted her effortlessly over his shoulder, and tossed her into the van, slamming the door shut.
"Let me out! Please! Don't do this!" She cried while banging on the closed door.
Almost immediately, the door opened, and the other man, Zeus, came into view. "Shut the fuck up!" He barked as he sent a hard slap across her face. Then he slammed the door shut.
Elena whimpered, her body trembling as the sting from the slap spread across her cheek. Her vision blurred with tears as she curled into herself, her heart racing.
The sound of her own sobs echoed in the small, confined space, making her feel as though she was trapped in a nightmare she couldn't awake from.
"You have to inject her with this every five hours. She might look small and weak but she's very strong. Stronger than any of you can imagine." Elena heard her uncle's muffled voice as she imagined him giving the men tons of silver leaves.
Why would he even do that? Her wolf was already gone. Perhaps he just wanted to cause her pain.
Elena didn't know when she passed out until she woke up in the back of a moving van. A partition separated the back of the van from the front, so she couldn't see the men.
Elena stared at the silver cuffs wrapped around her wrist and she sighed. It was hurting her wrist but the pain wasn't close to what she had experienced in the past. She had no idea she was immune to silver and that was why it wasn't burning as it should.
"I need to find a way to escape. I can't let my uncle ruin the remaining years of my life," Elena mumbled as she scanned the van, looking for anything that could help her break free. "Ivy, I wish you were here," she added, her voice trembling with pain.
Almost Immediately, an idea struck her, igniting a spark of hope in her eyes.
"Arghhh! Help! Please!" Elena began screaming in fear.
The car came to an abrupt halt and the warriors immediately rushed to the back.
"What the fuck is going on here?! Do you want me to tape your mouth?!" Zeus groaned in displeasure.
"P-please, help me. T-there is something here." Elena cried out as she quivered in fear.
"What the fuck are you talking about? There's nothing there," Marcel growled in annoyance. He then turned to Zaus. "Just ignore her. Let's keep going—we don't have time for this bullshit!" he spat, shooting Elena a cold glare.
The moment Zeus tried to close the door, Elena kicked his face hard, sending him stumbling back in shock. As he recoiled, she launched towards Marcel, using a fire extinguisher to hit his head with force. He cursed and tried to grab her but she quickly slipped past him. She dashed out of the van, ignoring the sharp branches that scraped at her skin as she ran into the forest.
Elena ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding. But Zeus and Marcel were close behind, shouting and gaining on her. She pushed herself harder, but the ground was rough, and soon, she tripped.
Before she could get up, Zaus grabbed her arm tightly. Marcel reached her a moment later, and with a strong pull, they yanked her back, dragging her toward the van.
"We are the King warriors, we are faster and stronger than you are." Zaus sneered, his nose flaring in anger.
"Let me go! Please! You can just tell the King that my uncle refused to sell me." Elena pleaded as she tried to wriggle her hand out of Zaus's hard grip.
"Shut the fuck up!" Elena shrieked in fear, closing her eyes as Zaus raised his hand to hit her.
One. Two. Three seconds passed but nothing came.
"Argh!" A terrified gasp tore from Elena's throat as she opened her eyes. She stumbled back, her legs giving out beneath her. Zeus stood frozen, coughing out blood, a sharp blade plunged into his stomach from behind.
She shrieked again, tears pooling in her eyes as the blade got pulled out and Zeus fell down lifeless. She turned to her side and to her horror, Marcel was already dead. He was stabbed as well.
This happened in three seconds?!
Elena slowly looked ahead, and her breath caught in her throat as her gaze landed on a man with the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. They were intense, like emerald flames, pulling her in like a magnet. His face was strikingly handsome, with a perfectly chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose that seemed carved from stone.
His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, adding to the rugged appeal. He wore black plate armor that clung to his muscular frame, giving off an air of danger. In his hand, he held a bloodied knife, the crimson dripping from the blade as he watched her with a cold, calculating gaze. The sight sent a chill down her spine, and yet, she couldn't look away.
Suddenly, a dark, rugged smell of chocolate musk and pine filled the air around Elena, causing something wild and untamable to rush over her. Before she could make out what it was, dizziness took over, and she stumbled, falling into the man's arms.
*****
Elena slowly opened her eyes, her head spinning. She was lying on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. The air still carried the strong scent of chocolate musk and pine.
For a moment, her mind felt hazy. Then, the memories came rushing back—sending her heart racing.
"Hello, little wolf."
Elena's breath caught in her throat as the sharp voice of a man suddenly sliced through the air, making her flinch. Slowly, she turned her head to find the man from the forest—no, a Demigod, sitting on a plush sofa near the window.
His posture was relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, yet every inch of him radiated danger. His intense, green eyes locked onto hers as if he was trying to search into her soul. The scent of pine and chocolate musk clung to him, and the aura of death and power enveloped him like a dark shroud.
"Y-you saved me?" Elena asked in a voice barely above a whisper as her voice quivered.
"No. I simply collected what was already mine." The man said in a calm tone, his face void of any emotions.
"I-I don't understand," Elena asked in confusion.
The man's expression didn't change. "I am King Killian, sweetheart. Your buyer."
Elena gasped in shock, and she swallowed hard. She instinctively moved back until her back hit the bed frame, her eyes wide with fear. "B-but you killed the men you sent to get me. W-why?"
King Killian shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I wanted you to get the best impression of me, love."
A shiver ran down Elena's spine and her skin prickled with goosebumps. The way he spoke so calmly yet so dangerously made her fear him even more. Her buyer was indeed King Killian–the God of death and to make an impression, he mercilessly killed his own warriors. Who does that?!
Elena held her breath as King Killian slowly rose from the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. His footsteps were deliberate, each one echoing through the room. She instinctively pressed her back further into the bed frame, as she tried to create distance, but he kept coming closer. His movements were smooth, like a predator closing in on its prey.
"Do you fear me, Elena?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, which made her stomach tingle with an unfamiliar sensation as he stopped just inches from her.
Elena opened her mouth to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat. Fear and uncertainty flooded her, and she could only nod slightly, her eyes wide as she stared up at him.
King Killian let out a tight, cold smirk, his gaze intense as he leaned in slightly closer, his breath now fanning her nose. "You should indeed be scared, little wolf. I am not called the Death God for nothing."