Sold To My Alpha Mate

Maya’s POV

My powers were weakened and I was treated like a mere slave. Maybe that was what I was before I was found by Venom, but it was disgraceful being treated that way.

I detested every moment that I was fed forcefully and n couldn’t channel my energy to teat the people apart. Something was going and I had all my powers taken out of me. I felt helplessly hungry even making me more compelled to take what they offered.

After the last encounter with Elora, I had not seen her again. Even the king who had said something about selling me to a particular person or something.

I feared when the judgement day would come for me and the fact that maybe I wouldn’t see Venom by then.

There was no way I could have connected with him to communicate. Hell, I didn’t even feel my wolf in my body and I was almost just lifeless and already desolate. No relationship with anyone.

I dangled from iron chains, and my body had been marked already from the strain the iron was putting on me. It wasn’t helping with the fact that I was naked and I wondered why they did that.

They never showed any arousal or interest seeing me that way. They only had me that easy for the sake of it.

I was there for a while, no consciousness of time or my environment and wouldn’t only expect the guards to appear and if they didn’t, I was my own company. Sometimes, I would go crazy and begin to scream like I had gone mad.

It got to me and I would laugh sometimes, but that was just the tip of what they did to me in raring for whatever they had in mind.

Today was usually different. Some men dressed in totally different armors appeared through the hallway and they walked towards the dungeon where I was kept in.

“You guys are back again. So what’s with the new armors?” The insanity of being alone had given me some sense of humor.

It seemed these ones were different, they gave in to my taunt.

“Please, keep shut up or we will make you.” They ordered.

I was amused by the audacity.

“Make me,” I taunted again.

I felt a hard strike on my face, my hair scattered across my face and I could feel something wet on the spot where my hair touched.

I felt it and checked, it was red, I was bleeding.

As they lifted me off of the chains and onto themselves to take me out, I began screaming and scratching at them. Giving them the full mad woman behavior.

They all adjusted away from me, just enough for me not to get to their vulnerable spot. They kept me on their shoulders and took me out. That was the second time they were going through that routine with me.

I assumed they would be taking me to their leader’s place again, but if was different. They took through a different route we had never passed through.

“Where are we gonna?” I asked them. I was calmly and I had lost all the energy in me to do anything.

“Just calm down and let us lead you to where you are supposed to be.” One of them said.

I kept quiet and watched them go. We finally reached somewhere where there seemed to be a chariot waiting for us. I was kept in it gently, unlike the way I had been treated throughout the time I stayed in the dungeon.

Something was definitely different about the way they treated me. Inside, there was a man sitting by my side. He was adorned just like the king or leader who had spoken to me earlier.

The shackles had been taken off of my hands and I had the opportunity to run, but I reconsidered. I wouldn’t have anywhere to go to and they probably had men on standby, I calmed down and watched everything unfold before me.

The chariot started and the man didn’t say anything while I sat there. I was expecting something to be said, maybe a briefing of what would happen.

The journey had begun, the men that carried me were marching with the chariot. I was surprised they had not decided to use something more advanced since it was at their disposal.

I was trying to use my eyes to mark the environment maybe I would be able to trace everything back. Knowing how to get back to the pack house would be the bigger issue.

I slept off soon after the drive started. While having the short nap, I dreamt of back home, seeing Venom and him searching for me made me wake up with a jolt and I got worried too about what would be going on back at home.

I panicked in the chariot, looking around and vibrating violently. The man who had been in it throughout didn’t even react. It was almost like I was invisible in the chariot.

“Stop the chariot, stop this thing!” I began to scream, but no one seemed to care. I was almost jumping out when he finally reacted to me.

He grabbed my hand and uttered some words, “don’t make any silly move.” It was low, but stern and intimidating. He didn’t even bothered to spare me a look.

I sat back and composed myself, the chariot reached a hill and everything slowed down. We had to alight from it and only the horses would move, everyone else continued on foot.

The shackles on my body clanked on each other as I moved. It felt like hell’s pit when we would be transported from location to location to fight battles or watch the others get slain.

“What has Elora done to me!” I murmured. I was in tears already from all the tortures that I had gone through at the hands of the strange people I was with.

“Stop!” The man shouted and we all halted.

“We’re surrounded.