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CLARA.

The Alpha really hated me, and this imprisonment was testimony to that. The dark room was very dirty, and infested with vermin and rodents.

I had grown used to the cold cement floor and the stinging on my back and legs.

Alpha Derrick kept whipping me until my back was a collage of wounds, which continued to bleed and bleed. I knew that they would scar. But I refused to his demands, and the more I refused the more he persisted.

"What did you hear?" He yelled as he whipped my back.

"Nothing, nothing I didn't hear anything," I sobbed as he continued to whip my back.

I knew I shouldn't be lying to him, but if I told him the truth he would probably do much worse. I wiggled around more but started to cry more as the silver chains burned my wrists more.

"I am going to ask you one more time, you little bitch, what did you hear?" His whips came down harder and faster on my back, and the back of my dress was already ripped and soaked with blood.

"Nothing, I swear I didn't hear anything. Please Alpha I didn't hear anything," I beg and pleaded.

He would say nothing and just whip my back more.

He later grabbed a knife and dipped it into a bowl of wolves-bane. I knew it already from the metallic smell.

Oh no, I thought as he began to walk towards me. I struggled against the chains that pinned me to the wall.

Alpha Derrick laughed at my struggling. "There is no use trying to get out of the chains, you pathetic Omega, they are silver and you are just weak."

He put the wolves-bane coated knife against my legs and made a swirling pattern from my ankles to the top of my thigh. The pain was too much and I closed my eyes, my muscles stretching and my spine chilling. He repeated this on the other leg, laughing at me when I screamed in pain as the wolfs-bane entered into my bloodstream.

"If I ever catch you eavesdropping again, I will not hesitate to do much worse then I did today," he kept on threatening me, knocking my head against the cement wall before storming up the stairs.

He never came again, as if he wanted me to absorb the pain he had inflicted.

Four days later, the chains that held me were removed but I was put into silver hand cuffs. I was fed on a couple of biscuits and a cup of water everyday by one of the guards that were assigned to watch over me. I was beaten, by either the Alpha's guards or his son everyday.

I had tried to escape several times only to be beaten even more. The cuts on my legs reopened and bled. I knew If I didn't get them cleaned and wrapped soon that they would become infected.

I didn't dare ask for anything knowing it would lead to punishment. My dress had been ripped and barely anything was covering me. I was barely naked, and I lived in pain. Most of the times I wondered why I was hated this much and missed my parents.

One day I heard the door that led from upstairs open and heavy footsteps follow.

"Well little bitch are you ready to tell the truth?" Nick, Derrick's son, the soon to be Alpha, said grabbing my chin in his hands and forcefully making me look at him.

"I've told you already, I didn't hear anything," I said, trying to move away.

Nick yanked my hands up and chained me to the wall again. The silver chains, had long burnt my wrists and blisters were everywhere. He punched me in the face, darkening the bruise that was already on my cheek. My lip started bleeding. I didn't wince, that would have given him satisfaction. He punched me in the stomach, with my back rubbed against the cement wall and that time I winced and gave a little shout of pain.

"Now are you ready to tell the truth?" He asked.

"I already told you the truth," I cried out, struggling.

He walked over to the table of weapons where he took a small knife and walked over to me. He placed the knife at my side and pushed, it broke skin and he laughed as I struggled. He cut up to my breasts and cut underneath my left breast.

"Stop please, it hurts, please. I told you the truth," I begged.

He just laughed and cut from my collarbone, over my shoulder and along my marred back.

I think during all the torture I passed out because the next thing I knew I was waking up back on the floor. I felt something around my neck and when I reached up my fingertips got burned. A silver collar.

I tried to yank it off but to no avail. My fingers were burned, my body was throbbing and I just wanted to give up. There were footsteps coming down the stairs and I pressed myself to the wall, wincing at the gashes on my back.

"Everyone leave, the Alpha wants me to talk to the Omega by myself," the voice of Beta Charles could be heard.

"Yes Beta," the guards said and rushed upstairs.

The Beta walked over to my now permanent place on the wall. His presence was never as scary as the others and even one time, he gave me bandages after a very rough encounter with the other pack members. Beta Charles' wife whose name was Alicia, was the pack doctor and often treated my wounds.

Beta Charles was fairly handsome with his shaggy dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes.

"Holy hell they did one hell of a beating to you, didn't they," he said after a moment of staring at the damage Alpha Derrick, Nick, and the guards had done to my face and body

"Yeah, you could say that," I said sarcastically, leaning away from the wall a bit to ease my pain.

"Clara there is something I need to tell you and it is very important that you do not tell anybody," Beta Charles whispered.

"What, what is it?" I asked, whispering back knowing that I have to be quiet in case someone was listening.

"You are part of a great prophecy, I can't tell you about the prophecy right now, but you will find out later on. You need to get out of here, get as far away as you can," he whispered.

I nodded, too shocked to answer, why would I be a part of a great prophecy? Prophecy only came once in a thousand years and came from the moon goddess, the creator of all werewolves, herself.

"Tonight at midnight, I am going to come down here, and get you out. The guard that will be guarding you tonight is on it and will transport you to the pack's borders where you will run, and Clara you need to run for your life. If the Alpha finds out where you are he will hunt you down," he said, as shivers went down my spine at the thought.

Beta Charles stood up." Alicia is going to come down shortly to treat your wounds."

"Thank you Beta Charles," I whispered because that was all I could manage.

Alicia walked down the stairs a little while later, gasping when she saw me. I guess I looked pretty bad. She rushed over and placed the bag she was carrying on the floor and knelt in front of me.

She reached up and touched my cheek. I hissed at the scratch on my cheek came in contact with her hand. "Oh Clara, what have they done to you?" she whispered more to herself then to me.

She looked at the collar around my neck and growled. I know, it symbolized slavery in the werewolf community.

"Don't touch it, it's made of silver," I warned her, when I saw her hand reaching for it.

She retracted, shocked stiff after seeing my situation at close range. She and her family were always too good to me, a sharp contrast to the Alpha's family. I heard them one day discussing my parents, holding them at very high regard. There were also whispers that the Alpha had something to do with my parents death but they were just whispers. Why I was being tortured was now something I needed to find out, and also this prophecy. I had heard about it two times now, and I needed to find out more about it.

I got lost in thought, and drifted into a little slumber and dreamt that I had escaped from captivity.

Scores of werewolves were hot on my heels and I kept running, with my wounds tearing up and oozing with blood and pus, but I was still ahead of them.

But as I negotiated a bend I found Alpha Derrick, standing tall in a riverbank, a knife in his hand. I screeched to a halt and looked back. The guards were almost on me and I screamed, then woke up to a great relief, and Alicia was still on my side.