Ruthless Alpha, I Am Your Fate

Ashlyn's POV

As the rest of the pack speculated, I witnessed Lucifer engage in a combat with one of his pack mates outside in the frigid air, through the glass.

Since the day I was brought here, I've recognized it was to demonstrate how powerful the alpha was and how easy he could defeat his foes.

It didn't take long for Lucifer to have his opponent tossed to the ground and incapacitated. The other speculators applauded, lifted him up, and sang his moniker.

"Lucifer! The canine!" They continued to chant.

I sighed as I drew away from the window. I hoped and prayed that he'd forget about me by the evening. I hoped his success would occupy his thoughts, but I was mistaken.

A few minutes later, the picture of my thinking casually sauntered into my room.

"Turn around," Lucifer said in his dominant male voice, and I did as he said, moving to the mattress, my face away from his. Lucifer Saunron is the lycans' alpha male and the one who owns me.

He had told me to turn around and satisfy his personal wants before he was done with me. I was growing accustomed to his way of life.

He did not dally ravage me and bring himself to pleasure.

He roughly pecked at me as I felt him release inside of me.

With two more strokes, he pulled out of me and pushed me off. I almost hit my head on the mattress stand.

I did not bother to look up at him. I already knew the expression on his face; a disgusting one. He was always disgusted at me after we were done with it. And it was the only time he was less hostile. What am I saying? Even on the mattress, he was a brute! I was nothing but his slave. His toy, and this was not who I was before, but I've come to terms with the fact that this was my new life.

I curled up on the mattress with my hair covering my face, and then I heard the door slam. He was gone.

I tucked away the hairs around my face, and, for the first time since this onslaught began, I did not shed a single tear this evening.

I pulled from the mattress and went for a wash in the bathroom, letting the water run through my skin. His touch was forever embedded in my skin, no matter how I tried.

A few minutes later, I was out of the bathroom and donned a simple evening gown. I picked up the one he had earlier discarded and kept it away. Then I heard thunder rumbling across the sky as the wind blew in through the curtains. I walked closer to the window, getting lost in the dimness as the rain dropped.

The thunder that rumbled across the sky gave me goosebumps, and I shuddered from a bit of fear. Still, I did not move from the window. I kept peering through the curtain and watched huge droplets of rain cascade down the windowpane.

This same evening reminded me of the evening I felt betrayed by my family. Mostly my father, whom I felt, would do anything to get rid of me.

This same evening I had what I thought was the most brutal fate of my life. A fate I would have done anything to change in the past. A fate I would have preferred to be hanged than live with.

Dimness has always seemed to be where I find comfort and soothing. I'll spend evenings reminiscing in the unlit and crying my eyes out most times. He consoled me all the time. I've come to love dimness more than even light. Maybe this was one of the perks of being a vampire. But I doubted it. I was beginning to think I found it exuberant when my fate decided to change.

I smiled. Hello, dimness, my old friend. I've come to have a conversation with you again. The silent cold wind that blew past me as always whenever I wanted to pour out myself assured me that he was listening.

Where would I start? I've always started with my name. I sometimes feel he forgets, and I needed to remind him or maybe remind myself who I was.

Dimness, my friend. I'm Ashlyn Ambrosia, and this is my story.

I'm not your typical kind of girl. I am a vampire, born as one into a family of master vampires who can control anyone connected to them or even through a crimson liquid oath. Vampires do not procreate, but I was a whole different breed. I am a hybrid. My father is a part vampire and a part werewolf.

My mother was a human until he turned her after the birth of my younger brother.

In a town where vampires rule, it was easy to live and be free to reveal the monsters in us. Haunting grounds were using not that far from home, but I was not one to hunt. All my life, I've been scared to snap life out of people. I was the only weak in my family, and my siblings took it as an opportunity to make a mockery. I was the clown in the family that was made jest most times.

It was not a nice thing for me because I always ended up crying, which made them mock me the more. I tried my best one time during a hunting spree, but I could not. Even the sight of crimson liquid or smell could not intoxicate me as it did with them; not even the racing pulses or heartbeats moved me.

That was just one of my experiences. Once again, a human already bitten was brought to me with crimson liquid spilling out of her neck. My canines grew longer. The beast in me threatened to surface, and I expected her to, but she cowered.

I could not devour her like every other person was doing with their meal. Instead, I ran away, unable to carry out the task before me, and since then, my brothers would not let me be. My parents sometimes partake in their jests and sometimes scold them.

Father would always say, "Vampires have no fear of taking lives; neither do wolves." And everyone would agree with him, including his mother.

Sometimes I wonder if she was actually human before. Her eagerness to feed on other humans got me thinking otherwise. She lacked a great deal of compassion when devouring or draining them of life.

Let me make something clear. I am a vampire, and I do not feed on humans does not mean I do not drink that kind of liquid. I do. I'm a vampire, after all, and there's this raw hunger inside of us that we need to quench. I needed to sustain myself. But for a while, I abstained from it, and I do not know why.

Bags of that liquid are usually stored away during times when it is hard to feed, and that was where I get my own liquid from. Father always gets them from the hospitals, and I never knew how until much later.

A shop had even been set up in the town where it was sold, and they were never out of supply. It was a strange town for travelers but a normal town for us.

Most vampires in this town were not related. Even most of the children were not conceived by their parents. The ones who conceived and could procreate were the ones whose father had sired. All still, vampires and hybrids were under the command and total control of the father.

My father, Khalid Ambrosia, was the king of our town. Whatever he says goes, and he must not be refused. How a guy as brutal as him met my mother and fell in love was a mystery I've never come to know. As an egocentric vampire king, he had many enemies and few connections.

His greatest enemy is the lycanthropes. Let me rephrase that our greatest enemy was the lycanthropes. Ever since we vampires moved and settled in the land, it has been one threat letter to another. They claimed the land belonged to them and that their father never sought their permission before settling down here. He needed to perform certain rites before he could finally claim the land as his.

But father, as a proud and stubborn vampire, did not pay heed. For many years the letters kept coming, and then it changed. They did not want their father to seek their permission anymore or even perform any rites. They wanted father and all the vampires in town to evacuate the land. This particular letter was sent as a warning to father, but he called their bluff.

The next letter came, and father still refused. He did not believe the lycanthropes would carry out their threats. If they could be sending threat letters for a decade without doing anything, then they were empty barrels making lots of noise. That was his thoughts.

I, for a fact, never knew the battle coming was going to change my life and course of destiny forever.