June's POV
Thoughts of the afterlife clouded my mind. That was the only explanation to what I was seeing.
I glanced around the large room, from the white ruffled curtains that matched the light blue walls, to the large ornate mirror that stood gallantly by the wall, to the cozy armchairs arranged at the other end of the room.
Everything screamed luxury. It matched the picture of the afterlife I had in my head.
My skin enjoyed the soft, smooth surface beneath me. One glance at it and my eyes widened at the size of the mattress I was lying on.
I'd never seen one like that. This was the mattress you lie on and fall asleep in the same second. The kind you'll never want to leave when you wake.
My eyes looked around in wonder. Wherever I was or whatever I was in, was beyond normal. The word beautiful wouldn't be able to describe the room enough.
I pushed aside the soothing cover, wanting to go down and discover more about my new environment. I noticed I was wearing a pink pajamas and my feet were stuck in pink socks.
Sunlight stroked in through the large glass window that could pass for a door. Eager to go to it, I rose up and climbed down the bed, walking to the window.
Peering from the mirror window, I was stunned when I realised the height I was in. The ground level was far from where I stood.
I quickly scanned the people who were scattered outside. They looked smaller from my view and then I caught a glimpse of someone familiar and my eyes stayed on him.
I realised this was no afterlife. This was another nightmare. Flashes of all that occurred as soon as I met that face ran through my mind.
The gashes of blood and images of him tearing those werewolves returned in my memory. Goosebumps graced my skin as I remembered the chilling energy that surrounded him, causing the strange man to let me go.
He saved me. He saved me from those men. But what troubled me most was why he saved me. I wouldn't have run into the woods in the first place if he wasn't after me.
He didn't save me. He saved me only for himself.
He looked straight at me like I called him. His gaze was cold, chilling my spine. I shivered, as I felt the familiar energy. One I'd feared. It was chilling and manipulative.
I stepped back from the window. I didn't want this. I don't want him close to me and if this was his place then I needed to leave immediately.
I raced to the door, opening it and peeping out. There was no sign of anyone. I stepped out quietly, closing the door after me.
I stared at both sides of the hallway. Confused about which way to go. I chose to go left, hoping I'd be able to find my way out.
At every slightest noise, I hid myself, and was always lucky to find a place to hide. I'd succeeded in avoiding most of the guards until I hit something that felt like a wall but had the scent of sandalwood and chocolate.
I was stunned when I realised it was the cold-energy man. The one I was running from.
"Where are you running to?" He asked coldly. His glare stiffening my bones as I stood shivering in his hand.
His grip on me was the only support that held me from falling.
"Please, let me go." Tears formed in my eyes, as I begged for my freedom.
"I can't." He shot at me.
"I want to go, please." I continued pleading, hoping he would have some sympathy and let me go.
But the look in his eyes discouraged me. All I could see was bitterness and regrets.
"You can't." He said, attempting to carry me but I trashed, crying out loudly.
"Let me go! Someone help me! Please!" I screamed at the top of my voice.
He swept me off my feet like I had no weight, hanging me on his shoulders as he walked back to the room and threw me on the grand mattress.
I landed awkwardly causing a whimper to escape my lips as my body became aware of the searing pain in my hand region. I had laid over it, and struggled to adjust my lying position.
"Save your strength and stop being stubborn." He told me, his eyes glaring deep into mine.
"You can't leave this room unless I say so." He ordered, as the familiar weird energy swirled around him.
I curled myself. My lips quivering, as I watched him walk out of the room.
All the while, my eyes had been releasing uncontrollable tears. I heaved. Cried. Screamed as I kept wondering what I'd done to deserve the things happening to me.
I envied Jossy. I envied my mother. Wherever they were was better off than the life I was living. They should have just taken me with them. Death was better than being alive and suffering.
I knew any plan for escape wouldn't work. The window was out of it. The door was probably secured by now. I was stuck again.
I looked around the room. It was beautiful. Everything looked expensive but it wasn't where I wanted to be.
It was far from the life I wanted. I wanted my freedom. I laid on the mattress crying when the door creaked open and a girl who looked like my age mate walked in with a tray in her hand.
"I don't want to eat. Take it away." I said, looking at nowhere in particular.
She didn't respond and went ahead to drop the food on the table like I wasn't talking to her.
"If I must eat. I'd like to eat here." I said calmly. She looked at me for a while before bringing the tray to me.
I stretched out my hands to receive the tray from her, and without her knowing my intentions, I dropped the tray on the floor, the fine floor soiling from the spilled food.
The girl gasped in shock. Her eyes left the awful sight on the floor to my face. She knew it was intentional. Of course I didn't hide it.
"Go, tell your Alpha that I'm not eating unless he lets me out of here. I'd rather die from hunger than stay in this room." I told her, and she scurried out of the room immediately.
I laid back on the bed hating how my life turned out.
I had it all planned out. To go to Cali. I wondered what I would have been doing if I had succeeded in going to Cali.
I frowned, cried as the source of my frustration kicked in my mind. His images flashing at the front of my mind. I hated him.
I hated him more because he was an Alpha. That energy around him was something only Alpha's could possess.
Memories of how he forced the man to let me go flooded my head. I chilled, knowing he would do the same to me.
Force me to do whatever he wanted, and I wouldn't be able to fight it. I cringed, realizing it was just a matter of time before he turned me into his sex slave.
Forcing himself into me every night until I was pregnant. Of course, I know this because Madame taught us how to behave before an Alpha.
She never said anything other than us not fighting the Alphas because we would never win.
"Shewolves are no good to Alphas except for knotting." She said, " An Alpha could have hundreds of she wolves lined up who survived his knots and birthed his pups." Madame would say.
"Allow him to explore you. That way, you wouldn't suffer much." I grimaced, realising she had somehow mentioned these things but until now I never understood what she meant.
I cursed at myself knowing what I'd gotten into. If I had just died like Sara at the cliff. I wouldn't be going through this now. I wailed knowing the only thing I have left would soon be taken. My virginity.
I cried myself to sleep— or so I thought until I found myself trapped in a transparent box with a faceless man.