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05

ISBERLT.

"You shouldn't try to constrain too hard. You will but only get yourself hurt. "

The man, Rio, says as he pushes me to sit on the cemented grounded bench in the dungeon, and I crinkle my nose as I look around the vicinity of the area I will have to live in every day and night. It smells like shit in here, and worse—highly suffocating.

"How am I not supposed to when I'm put in a place like this?"

I resort, and he chuckles before unchaining my hands, and wrists, staring at the deep red bruises that now covers both my wrist.

I sigh before rubbing my hands over it, angry at the fact that I still have no idea why I'm in this mess right now.

"I think the Alpha King can treat you worse than this, take my words for it when I say he's being generous with you. "

He says, standing up, and gazing down at me.

"Being generous? I don't think I did anything wrong to be dragged here in the first place? And you tell me he's being generous? He kidnap me, put me into chains, almost killed me, and then have me dragged into this... " I look around me once again, shaking my head. "This shit looking place that no human should be in. "

"You are no human. "

"Human, or not. I don't understand what I've done to deserve this, and then they keep on going about how I hurt my kind? What the fuck is that about?"

I ask him with raised brows, and he tilts his head to the side, almost as if he's studying me or something.

"Do you truly don't understand why you're hurt, and the harm you've done to the werewolf kind, or you're just pretending?"

"I'm not one to do that. " I tell him, shaking my head. "I don't understand what I've done to deserve this. "

He looks around, seeming hesitant before moving closer to me. "I'm not supposed to utter a single word, and I don't plan to because the Alpha King has his ways of knowing things. He will find out about it, and he'll have me beheaded. The wall's got ears, Isberlt. Soon, you'll understand what you've done to our kind if you truly don't know, but till then, I'll advise you to comply with everything they ask of you. Do not try to fight back, Isberlt. I trust you're smart enough to know fighting back against a pack of strong wolves with no one to defend you, only means death. "

"So I'm just supposed to do everything they say, and accept everything that's thrown at me? Both right, and unjust?"

I scoff, and he lets out a short laugh, his eyes brightening.

"You will have no other choice. As a slave, you don't have any say or choice in anything that's presented to you— you just shut up, and keep your head low. " When I open my mouth to say something again, he holds up his hand, shaking his head. "That's the only way to survive here. If you want to survive at all. "

With that, he moves to create some space between us, giving me a small smile.

I have a feeling he's a bit different from the rest of them. At least, he isn't giving me a hatred look or wanting to cut me down.

"I will take my leave now. Later on, some ladies will come to change your clothes, and have you fed. Just so you know, they might try to annoy you, but don't let it get to you. Stay low, and try to survive. Till I see you again, Isberlt. Which is very soon by the way— I just said that to sound good."

He laughs, and I can't help but chuckle along with him.

He gives me a small head nod before he begins to walk out of the reformatory, and he's almost gone when I stop him. "Why? Why are you being so nice to me?"

I raise my brows at him, and he smiles before nodding towards my body, and I stare down at my torn dirty coat.

"Anyone will that coat is smart, and I like smart people. " He winks, and I can't help but laugh— him acting along with me.

"Also, " He says, staring down with a sad smile covering his face before he meets my eyes again. "Because I used to know you. "

Before I can utter any other word, he walks away; his words floating in the air.

Does he know me?

Where? How?

Who is he to begin with?

Rio? I don't think I have ever met anyone with that name, but he does look like my age. Or two years older at least.

My thoughts are interrupted by two ladies making their way inside the dungeon— one holding clothes, and the other with a tray of food.

My mouth waters, and my stomach grumbles in delight, and I hope to the heavens that they didn't notice that. I can't remember the last time I ate, and now I see the food— I realize I'm starving.

"I can't believe we had to come to give her clothes. Isn't she the slave?"

The one with the blonde hair says, giving me a dirty look. Hello? I'm right before you, and I know you know it.

"Right! Alpha Jax said the Alpha King orders it, and it just makes me so annoyed. She doesn't deserve the treatment considering the harm she did, not to say she disrespected the Alpha King. "

The one next to her— high cheekbones, brown curly hair, and a bratty attitude just like the blond one— says before dropping the tray harshly beside me.

They both stop talking, and turn to glare at me, arms crossed like all those meany girls from school. Who the fuck are they again?

"What are you both staring at? Shouldn't you be out of here by now?"

I raise my brows at them, and they turn to each other, mouth hung open like a bitch waiting to take cum in her mouth before they turn back to me.

"You do not talk back at me, do you understand? You're nothing but a low-class slave that have no manners, and should be taught a lesson. "

See? Bratty.

"You can both kiss my ass. I should refer to you two if talking about manners— gossiping about me right before me? God, attention-seeking much?"

I raise my brows at them, a smirk playing around the corner of my lips when I see that furious look on their face, looking ready to attack me, but coming back to their senses; they back away, slatting at me before walking out of the dungeon.

I stare at the small gown they brought and grit my teeth together.

I'm not going to let them break me.

I will survive.

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