So weak
RENEE'S POV
It was common to be taught how to kill and injure others, but I had never been taught by my family. I wasn't allowed in any of the trainings my pack held. Nothing at all. So when there was a gun in my hand, I didn't know what I had to do.
Even though they blamed me for the death of Aurora, I seriously didn't do it.
When I looked at the Alpha, he appeared enraged at my defiance. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to hurt him or anyone. I didn't have the guts to even reject Bane back.
"Just the same way you did something when the boys used to bully you in high-school? Is that all you can possibly do, rogue? I believe by your appearance, boys used to treat you like trash in high-school" He asked.
My face straightened and my hand dropped straight down to my side as I took in his words. Breaths barely left my lips. His gaze burned into mine as he confronted my inability to defend myself when I was getting bullied at school.
But he couldn't know that.
Did I really look weak by appearance?. Because how the hell did he know that?
Memories of my high-school flowed in my head and I didn't think further.
Just the thought of the moments I was always bullied made my head warm. I sucked in a deep breath and raised my hand once more, this time keeping my eyes open. My chest rose and my finger curled around the trigger once more, this time embracing it as I recalled my pleads from those days and nights as I begged my bullies to stop.
But they didn't and they wouldn't have. They kept on torturing me and kept on laughing. My sister Aurora didn't even do anything about it.
She didn't that bitch!
Applying a little pressure to the trigger, the bullet snapped out of the gun, and residue projected from the bullet came in my direction. The loud sound of the gunshot echoed through the eerie silence. I moved my hand down while returning my attention back to the Alpha.
He didn't flinch, even when he had been hit. It went straight at his left shoulder. But there was no pain on his face.
Still nothing.
"Oh," Something tightened in my chest as I stepped forward and closer to him. "I'm sorry," I whispered while finding part of his black shirt becoming wet with his blood, but I couldn't see it.
"Don't be," He leaned closer before taking the gun from my hand and moving away from me. I had shot him yet he seemed so-cold. "You just made yourself worthy of my mercy." He continued while beginning to walk out of the heavy, soulless graveyard.
I blew out a breath and followed him out, knowing well I was surely going to live another day and another night before something even worse was going to be demanded. What was next? I thought to myself while sitting inside the car and wrapping my arms around myself.
It was cold and standing outside in the graveyard for nearly an hour had left me shaking as I wore nothing more than a thin dress.
The car drove across the town before returning to the same house I had left from-the whorehouse. I couldn't tell what the Alpha's intentions were, but they could never be right.
Just outside, at the courtyard, I found several men leaving after being pleasured. According to Angel, after every battle won or pack taken, the girls in the houses rewarded the men who had returned and pleasured them the whole night. It was odd yet at the same time the perfect reward these men wanted.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched the Alpha as he stepped out of the car and directed me to do the same. I followed him into the house and kept close as the crowd had only gotten worse while I was out.
There were more men, more sounds, and more booze. Wherever I looked, something or the other was happening. Hands swarming over bodies, sweat and sex in the air along with alcohol that numbed their minds. It was a sight I wanted to blink away after getting some sleep.
I assumed I was being taken back to the room where I had been taken out from, but that wasn't right. The Alpha searched around before approaching Madame Sheryl who looked a bit surprised at my return as she had just watched me leave.
The men from her side walked away and she placed her drink down on the table. "Another night, is it?" She asked the Alpha while raising one of her thin brows at him.
"Maybe even longer." The Alpha responded.
"Since she hasn't caused any trouble throughout the day, I'll keep her for as long as you want. But there'll be whispers and you know what kind of whispers I'm talking about." Madame Sheryl said while her eyes hovered over my body before returning to him. She seemed like a mischievous woman, but something told me she wasn't as cruel as the Alpha was.
"I know. It's fine, I'll take care of them." The Alpha offered her a smile before turning to wrap his hand around my wrist.
He moved toward the stairs and I followed him. My attention was diverted when I began to hear the same sounds I heard before. Moans and screams. Even the sound of music couldn't muffle the sounds of pleasure these girls made. As I moved further up the stairs, I glanced down into one of the open rooms and found a man above a girl, pounding into her as if it was the end of his life.
Some men around watched while some men didn't.
They were all hungry for something or the other. Every face and sound was different.
This pack was totally different from mine. My death was still pending.
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