CHAPTER 5

People started murmuring. In the middle of the upheaval, she saw her father stepping forward.

"I can be taken in her place, take me instead" her father pleaded "I have medical knowledge and I can work as anything".

"I said the woman," the barbarian said firmly and two of his man held her father.

"No!" She shouted and sent Lacie to their mother before stepping forward as well.

The group of villagers started talking at the same time making a noise similar to that of a swarm of bees.

Gwenyvere stood there as an exhibition of meat at the square market, she couldn't let this happen and couldn't let her sister and mother without her father, she had the village in her hands but nor did she want to leave with these savages.

However, she only had a choice and that was to leave with them, she looked at the man in front of her and had again the familiar feeling that she has seen him before.

His body was built perfectly, with muscle after muscles, his white hair was long above his neck and he had blue eyes like the depths of the ocean; his jaw was outlined just like his nose while his lips were thin.

"Majority have spoken," he said concluding the discussion.

"Alpha" shouted one of the bastards under his command.

Alpha?

That was his name?

Gwenyvere ran her legs out but wasn't able to cross the fifth cottage when two big hands lifted her from the ground and placed her effortlessly on a horse.

She fought the man's hands and bare chest, she bit him twice and was going for the third bite when he took her by the neck and made him look at his blue eyes forcefully.

"If you are not still... I swear to the moon goddess you won't like what I would do to you" he slowly let go of her.

Lately, it didn't take him more than two minutes to finally have no choice but to tie her down with a piece of cloth that he ripped off from her dress.

He had a full view of the whole of her back and more now.

The horse neighed intensely before they came finally to a stop. Her captor climbed down. The cavalcade had ended and they had finally reached their destination.

If she was asked to describe the way to wherever they were now, she wouldn't be able to mention a thing. Even if she went for a second ride.

Gwenyvere realized they were in a Hamlet, with very clean courtyards and aligned cottages. The village was surrounded by big timber trees logs forming a fort that would give a hard time to the enemy if they were to access the hamlet.

Gwen was surprised to see people here and there, even children running happily.

She saw a stable where the new horses were being taken to rest alongside with theirs.

Horses they had stolen from her village.

People started murmuring and gathering in her wake, she didn't know where alpha had gone to, and nor did she know where some two barbarians she never set sites on before were taking her, she swung her arms angrily to release herself from their hold without success and shouted as much as her voice permitted her to , but the men to her sides were unbothered and finally took her to a place that looked much like an arena or a battlefield; it had big long bleachers surrounding a sandy big circle that was the epicenter. There, stood the man who has made her his captive.

He was strong and intimidating indeed, he had tied his hair in a plumpy bun which made his firm neck more visible. He was still half-naked and that didn't seem to bother anyone but her.

Of course, they were all birds of the same feather, manners weren't one of their virtues.

The last thing they could worry about was why the man in his late thirties would make a display of his brawny arched back and abdomen. Matter of fact his trouser was hanging on his waist, and yet he turned to look at her, and Gwenyvere couldn't help but wonder what will it be like if they fell off his body.

She rapidly shook her head. And gave him a fleeting look when he said:

"What is your name?"

"What is yours?" she asked back with no single sign of respect and Keane couldn't help but smile.

From the moment he has seen her he had wanted her; he knew she wasn't the type of female to yield to any orders, but that only made him more eager to mold her to his wishes.

He already knew the answer to his question but had wanted to begin her concubine nomination with the right foot.

"She is nobody!" shouted a woman from the stands and the rest of the spectators laughed in chorus.

Keane simply eyed her amused, he could feel the tension emanating from her body and could tell she was about to burst into anger with just a slight push that he was willing to give.

His beta raised his fist and the whole place went quiet.

"Since you don't have a name, I will give you one, ceart go leor grá?"

The audience burst into laughter and even the bastard looked amused.

She knew they were Irish by the few words she was able to translate, but someone had to tell them it was quite rude to speak another language when you know the person you were talking to wouldn't understand you.

Gwenyvere clenched her fist. If only she could break loose of the cloth around her wrist.

"What is your name," Keane asked it this time like she was senseless "is cosúil go bhfuil níos mó mearbhaill air ná vampire sa ghrian" he said to his people and they all burst into laughter once more.

Gwenyvere felt like it was the straw that broke the camel's back and with all her anger getting on her nerves she screamed:

"Gwenyvere! my name is Gwenyvere" the place went quiet and she was breathing hard for the effort.

"Gwenyvere?" Keane smiled and looked at the audience "your parents clearly gave you the wrong name considering your attitude" he said this time in plain English.

"I could say the same thing, alpha," she said between gritted teeth.

The village members burst into laughter as well, including his beta.

He snarled strongly and growled as loud as a thunder.

Everybody panicked instantly including Gwen.

"Alpha fits me well enough now?"