Chapter 4

RARITY ARMOR

YEARS LATER...

After enduring six years of suffering, I was finally granted my own room. It was not anything luxurious, but at least I did not have to sleep on the cold floor anymore. However, there was no kindness or compassion behind this gesture. They only wanted me to be presentable and clean when I visited their rooms.

My brother Drake, now the ruler of our pack after our father's death, insisted on being called "Your Highness." Though he became the king of our pack, he was not the Alpha king of all Alphas. Still, he was a strong and imposing figure.

On the day of my birthday, I actually forgot that I was turning 18. The thought of running away crossed my mind, but I knew I had nowhere to go. Instead, I considered searching for my past and my birth parents, even contemplating living in the very forest they had left me in years ago.

My brothers told me the whole story of how our father, King Vidar Armor, found me when I was just two years old, abandoned and alone.

King Drake summoned me to his room early that day, and I reluctantly rushed to him, aware of his intentions. I hoped to put an end to this torment soon.

He sent me with one of the maids, who handed me a revealing baby doll dress. I was utterly shocked and refused to wear it.

Instead, I went to his room wearing my own dirty clothes. My body was changing, and I knew that one day he might try to do something unthinkable.

But that was over my dead body!

I made a firm decision to confront both my brothers, not just King Drake. Without knocking, I barged into his room, fearing the worst.

To my surprise, he was dressed, thankfully not naked.

He smiled softly at me, which was quite strange coming from him. He stood up from the bed and approached me gently, without yelling or shouting.

In a surprising turn of events, he kissed my cheeks and said, "Happy birthday, my baby."

Despite the seemingly gentle gesture, I remained on guard. I could not let my guard down, knowing the darkness that lurked beneath his façade. The battle was far from over, and I had to stay strong to protect myself from any further harm.

I trembled, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I tried to comprehend his words. "What?" I stammered, feeling the weight of his fingers on my neck as he slowly closed the door behind me.

His voice had a strangely sweet tone, as if he had become someone else entirely.

But I was not going to back down or change my decision. I pulled myself away from him, gathering my courage. "I will never wear a baby doll! Ever. And now it's your turn to listen to me," I said, trying to sound as assertive as possible.

He nodded and smirked, tauntingly encouraging me to speak my mind. "Go ahead. I am listening, baby," he said in a mocking manner.

I pointed my finger at him, determined to assert myself. "First! Stop calling me 'baby'," I said sternly, not allowing him to interrupt me. "Second, I will not ever suck your dick. I am not afraid of you anymore."

He clapped his hands and laughed, seeming amused by my newfound boldness. "Seriously? So brave of you! Did you forget who I am?" he retorted.

Raising an eyebrow, I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hold my ground. "No, Your Highness. And if you want to kill me, then go ahead. But I will not let you touch me," I declared, surprising even myself with my unwavering resolve.

He stood up, seemingly taken aback by my defiance. I refused to flinch or back down, feeling an unexpected surge of strength within me. He narrowed his brows and leaned in close to my face, studying me intensely.

"Are you insane? Do you have a fever or something? And who said that I asked you to come here to suck my dick?" he asked incredulously.

I hesitated, my previous fear waning as I mustered my courage to respond. "Then why did you..."

Suddenly, he slapped my face, causing me to hit my head against the wall before falling to the floor. He roared, "To fuck you! From now on, your body is mine. I have not been with any other girl since you started growing up. You are fucking mine."

Nervously gulping, I rubbed my face, but then I laughed hysterically, trying to defy him. "You will never touch me. Ever."

Before he could make a move, I felt a surge of adrenaline, and in a moment of sheer desperation, I fled from his room, my heart pounding like a wild drum in my chest.

My feet carried me with all the strength they could muster, propelling me forward like a runaway comet hurtling through the night.

The walls of the castle seemed to blur around me as I sprinted, fueled by fear and determination. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my lungs burning with the effort to escape the clutches of my tormentor.

The echoes of his furious roars reverberated in the corridors behind me, but he did not dare to follow, perhaps realizing the grave consequences that could befall him if his actions were ever revealed.

He knew that his secret could tarnish his reputation as the king of the pack. Despite being disowned by my pack, they would never accept their own king and his brother using my body.

Moreover, this could create turmoil between kingdoms, as I was considered a princess to them. The Alphas would not tolerate such a situation.

Every fiber of my being urged me to run faster, faster, until the world around me blurred into a whirlwind of darkness and chaos.

I dashed past tapestries and grand halls, tears streaming down my cheeks.

As I reached the grand entrance of the castle, I burst through the doors like a tempest, tearing myself away from the suffocating grasp of royalty and the tainted legacy of my own bloodline.

The cold night air embraced me like a long-lost friend, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find my own path.