Miserable Slave: Save Me, Alpha King

Candance's POV

When my father, who has since passed away, would often tell me that I was to blame for my mother's death, it was the first time I ever experienced the feeling of guilt that comes along with it. As my mother passed away while giving birth to me, the other members of the pack made it a point to tease me about how I was to blame for the loss of my father.

Even Dahlia was feeling downcast and miserable. She had a deep-seated hatred for him because of what he had put us through. Even though he was still our father, she was saddened by his dying because he was still a part of our family.

Chloe was oblivious to the events transpiring around her and was unconcerned about the passing of her grandfather. She had only recently discovered that she had a grandmother who had passed away; her grandfather had been an absolute stranger to her and hardly recognized even her name.

My fingers went numb from the constant kneading of the flour, and after I had thrown away the delicious pancakes that I had produced, the other members of the pack unexpectedly said that they wanted British meat pies and scones. They were unsuccessful, but I was going to order the pancakes anyhow so that my daughter and I could have them later.

I made a concerted effort to keep my mind on polishing the dough rather than allowing feelings of melancholy and loss to get in the way of my work.

As soon as I removed my hands from the dough and looked at the stove, I noticed that the meat pie filling I had been preparing had caught fire. After swiftly turning off the burner, I grabbed the hot pot, but my hands quickly became burned, so I dropped it as soon as possible. It fell to the ground with a clanking sound, and its contents spilled out into the ground.

When I lost my balance and fell to the ground after taking a blow to the back of my head, my face fell upon a pot that had been burned. I yelled out in agony as the pain spread across my face. The searing pain of agony was experienced.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" / "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was yelled at and dragged up by someone who grabbed my hair and called me a "bitch."

That turned out to be Jasmine, the mate of the Beta. Another individual who made an effort to make my life difficult and whose harshness appeared to have increased as a result of my pregnancy.

She glared at me and growled, "What else are you good at besides spreading your legs?" charring the fillings of the pork pies?"

I screamed, "Let me go, Jasmine!" but it was hard for me to get her hands off of me since she was holding me so tightly. As she smacked me across the face once more, the pain in my skin was excruciating.

She was furious with me and cried, "How dare you talk to me like that! Are you aware of how much money meals may cost? No no, you don't! You are in such a pitiful state that you are unable to purchase dreck! She continued,

I fell onto the poured filling as a result of her pushing me, and she said, "Wait till the Alpha finds about how you wasted and burned food."

"Give me permission to take care of this whore!" Dahlia let out a hiss.

When I yelled, "Dahlia, stop," I could feel her canines and claws erupting as she aggressively gained possession.

She yelled, "Stupid bitch!" before lunging at Jasmine, who appeared frightened and stunned by her attack.

She was about to launch a claw assault at Dahlia's face when she was suddenly thrown off her feet. Dahlia's attacker.

I was in excruciating pain, and she was shrieking as she hit the well. I was quickly able to recover authority.

The Beta, Louie, was standing in front of me and directing an angry gaze in my direction. I was lifted into the air by as I spoke in a meek manner while being dominated by his aura. After that, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and he exerted a forceful pressure on them while his claws sliced into my skin. I was able to make out the rage in his eyes as he bellowed, "How dare you damage my partner?"

I overheard Jasmine making a moaning sound as if she was in pain and saying, "She pushed me so hard, what if the baby is hurt?" Oh my god, I am so terrified that I have hurt myself.

His partner's comments, as well as the fact that the infant was brought up, appeared to incite his fury. I was dragged out of the kitchen and led outside of the packhouse while he made the following comment: "I will deal with you before Alpha ever gets back."

I was dragged out of the kitchen and brought outside to the rouges' torture facility, which was located outside the packhouse. While I was being brought there, Chloe yelled after me, "Mummy...mummy...where are you going?" As she ran away from the location where she had been playing by herself, she pleaded with someone to "please just leave her alone."

"Move out of the way, you dog!" Beta Louie yelled as she kicked and knocked over my child, causing her to land on the ground on her back. This time, I cried a lot as I watched her get humiliated in such a manner, and it broke my heart. I was powerless to console her, and even after he removed me from the room, I could still hear her crying out for help.

He shoved me inside the cage that resembled a box and slammed the door behind us with a resounding bang. I was tied to a chair and positioned in that position. Although this wasn't the first time I had been here, I wasn't concerned about the punishment that he would inflict upon me because I was well familiar with it. On the other hand, due of the venom that shone in his eyes, I couldn't help but be a bit frightened about what he would end up doing to me.

He rapped his knuckles and looked at me for a little period before saying with a sneer, "I don't think we should use the chair." He then cracked his knuckles again. As he loosened the straps, he mumbled something about "after I am done with you." He hissed at me, "You will be sorry that you were born."

As he grabbed me and led me there, I could make out shackles and chains dangling from the top bar of what appeared to be a high jump post.

With a growing sense of dread in my chest, I questioned, "What are you going to do?" This has never been done to me, nor have I ever seen it done to anyone else.

He instructed me to stand underneath it and continued by saying, "You'll see." He picked up some gloves from a neighboring table that also contained a variety of instruments of torture.

As he placed the gloves on and grabbed up my right hand, the cuff that was wrapped around it was being tightened, and I let out a cry of anguish. The fact that the cuffs were silver let me immediately comprehend the rationale for his decision to wear gloves.

After that, he beamed with pleasure when the second hand was successfully fastened to the subsequent silver cuff, which caused the expression of agony on my face to contort. He made his way over to the whips and picked one of them to begin his self-flogging.

I was caught between the burning sensation caused by the silver shackles on my hand and the impact of the whip on my back, which had silver spikes embedded in it. The shackles on my hands were causing the burning sensation. I bit down on my screams in an effort to deny him the satisfaction, but it only made both my misery and his torment worse. I was the one who was in worse shape. I had exhausted all of my options.

"Would it be all right if I did?" Dahlia asked

Sure, thank you, I replied while grinning to myself inwardly.

My recovery was being helped along by Dahlia, and I could feel the wounds on my back beginning to heal and the blood leaving my body as they did so. I didn't think the Beta would care because the Alpha was the one who told me not to heal myself while he was humiliating me. I didn't think the Beta would worry.

Beta Louie hissed at him and asked, "How dare you?" Did you just put an end to the pain? This time, the whip broke, but it did not land on my back. I shrieked out in anguish as it landed on my torso and whipped across my breast as it said to me, "You appear indestructible."

"I will break you," he threatened as he approached me from behind the table, took a syringe from his pocket, and stabbed it into my leg in order to inject its contents into my body. "I will break you!" I could feel my body weakening, and I became increasingly uncoordinated in all of my limbs. When a second syringe was inserted into the other one of my legs, I had the same reaction, but it was considerably worse. It consisted of silver as well as wolfsbane. As the liquid worked its way through my body, I felt a wasting away of my limbs and a dulling of my senses. I was helpless to put up a fight; I couldn't even feel Dahlia's presence. After stabbing me in the stomach, he twisted the knife in my stomach, which caused me to scream out in pain.

He then took the knife from its sheath, moved it back to my thighs, and said, "Let's see you heal yourself now." After that, he let out a hearty laugh. He tore off a piece of my skirt and then began drawing on the area of my skin that was visible. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even attempt to read what he had written, and I had no idea what he had written.

He stabbed the knife into my thighs once again while I struggled to keep my eyes open, my breathing became more rapid, and I noticed that blood was running down both of my legs.

He jerked my face up and said, "I don't know why you are still maintained in this pack." While he was doing this, he seized my jaw between his fingers. He continued, saying, "Lie ought to have gotten rid of you a very, very long time ago."

He barked, "Both you and that worthless mutt ought to be kicked to the curb." So you went ahead and had a child, and you had the audacity to pretend that it was his.

I pleaded with you in a feeble manner, "Let my child out of this." There is no need for you to hold a grudge against her.

He punched me in the face and said, "Bold of you to believe that you can talk back at me!" as he left the room. He drew a long line with the knife down my sides and said, "Because you have a cursed mutt for a child, that is the reason why you wish to hurt my child and my partner."

As he thrust the knife into my sides, I let out a scream from the pain.

It was necessary for me to implore Beta Louie to "please, please." I pleaded for pardon because I could not bear the amount of suffering any longer. He gave me an evil grin and muttered, "I believe I have had enough with you," before hurling the knife away and removing the handcuffs from his wrists.

While I was falling, my head hit the ground, and I immediately started crying.

He yelled at me while kicking me hard and told me to make sure I got back to the packhouse in time to make supper for everyone and to be at Jasmine's side to tend to her needs. "Make sure you get back to the packhouse in time to make dinner for everyone!"

When he emerged from the torture cell and abruptly shut the door behind him, I was startled. As he walked away, I was lying in a pool of blood, and I had no idea how I was going to get out of there alive.

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When she flung the dish at me, I dove to avoid it, and it smashed against the wall and shattered into pieces.

She wailed and exclaimed, "I don't want anything!" As she proceeded to insult me, I began to tremble out of dread that the Beta would re-enter the room and punish me for disturbing his mate. "That stinks fucking nasty, hell, it smells as bad as you."

Today, he was responsible for my injuries, and I was still bleeding and in pain all over my body.

I was able to escape the torture chamber and find my way back to the packhouse. As soon as I got there, I went straight to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, all the while being ridiculed and teased by the other members of the pack about how I looked, why beta didn't kill me, and why I shouldn't be putting blood in their food.

I had accomplished my goal of making their dinner without being smacked or suffocated. I was also able to escape the kitchen without being discovered by the warriors, who, if they had caught me, would have used me for the entirety of the night as was their tradition.

I halted my movement and stood in front of Jasmine as she moaned. She made it clear that she wanted a certain dish, which I prepared for her, and now she was moaning that it had an unpleasant flavor.

I staggered into the kitchen as I heard her cry, "Go prepare some soup for me right now!" and she demanded that I do it for her. I finished it up in a hurry and handed it over to her. When she glared at me while accepting the meal, I waited for her to give me instructions while I waited for her to accept the food.

"Get away!"

In response to her comments, I exited the area she was in and went into the kitchen. I was in charge of finishing the dishes and cleaning up the messes that the other members of the pack had made. After I had finished for the day, I made my way down to the basement while still carrying the pancakes that I had planned on selecting earlier.

Since I hadn't seen Chloe since we left the institution where people were being tortured, I believed that she was probably in the basement with Fluffy playing. After arriving at my destination, I went inside. The object I was holding gave way as I let out a piercing shout in response to the scene that I saw, and then it plummeted to the ground.