Chapter 2 The Bloodfang Judgement

Elara's POV

“Keep shut!” One of the warrior's yelled, giving a slight knock on my head. I had been screaming non stop, and crying out as if I would get saved anyhow. 

My parents weren't here and even if they were, they wouldn't have much to say to me. I just hope and pray that whenever they come, they won't be met with my scandal.

The carriage moved without caution as it trailed over the forest path, every move sending jolt into my spine and my wrist. The thick iron cuffs coursed into my skin and all I could do was keep it in to suppress my wolf.

I had never felt so weak in my entire life. 

The Bloodfang warriors hadn't spoken any word to me since I was thrown into this cart and all 

The scent of damp earth and pine filled my lungs as the cold night air seeped through the wooden slats of my prison. The Bloodfang warriors hadn’t spoken a word to me since I was thrown into this cart, as if I were nothing more than cargo.  

And even when I tried to reason it all out. It was planned. I had been sold before this moment but they had to make it up, make it look like I was the bad egg. 

A trade. A payment. 

All I ever thought of was a way to escape. Escape this mystery. To get out of their grip and run like my life depended on it. 

It was that simple to say, but hard to carry out. I had calculated the warrior's so many times just to check how many they were, however, I knew within me that it was impossible for me to outrun them. 

Alexander had caused me and my wolf nothing but pain and humiliation. Ari had warned me about this, but I chose not to listen. She always rants.

The pain of his rejection still burned like an open wound in my heart. He didn't even hesitate to cut me off.

The carriage suddenly stopped which caught me off guard as I shook in fear. 

Then tough hands grabbed me, yanking me from the cart. My feet but the ground, and I barely caught myself before collapsing. I straightened up, forcing my chin up and refusing to show weakness. 

To me, if weakness was seen, they would use that as a pawn and take you as the weakest wolf not being capable of owning up to herself. 

The Bloodfang home sprawled from where I was standing to wherever it ended. Massive iron gates made sounds as it opened, revealing the warrior's that patrolled the courtyard, looking cold, heartless as heavy. 

Obvious that they had never smiled before. 

Not a single friendly face.  

A warrior shoved me forward with my head. “Move.”  

I bit back a snarl but obeyed anyway. Fighting now would get me nowhere but only pain. 

The hall I was left through was looking like a cave with lined up stones around and a banner hanging up, bearing the Bloodfang name with a wolf head sign.

They brought me to a grand chamber with high ceilings and a long stone table in the center. 

Three men sat in judgment and as I glared up to look into their eyes, a strong jasmine scent coursed through my nostrils, sending me fidgeting with my weak legs.

And then just like bad luck would be on me. My wolf snarled angrily. 

“He is our mate. They are our mates. Kieran, Silas and Victor. They are ours.” She barked in my head, and at that moment, I almost lost my senses.

“Will you stop being delusional, Ari? He shattered our hearts, yes he did. But that doesn't mean you should be like this. How can three Alpha's be my mate?” I asked furiously.

Always reeling me up. She didn't say anything further but only insisted. “They are ours. I am not delusional. They are ours. They can feel it too.”

I met each of their gazes, swallowing the fear curling up in me. They were absolutely nothing like Alexander. 

I knew them not too well but by the rumours that carried around them. The one at the centre had an aura that demanded a lot of submission. Kieran. His dark hair was cropped close to his skull and his appearance was breathtaking, with his blue eyes piercing into mine. He was a warlord, built for battle and his muscularity showed that.

To his left Silas sat, his silver eyes staring at me with nothing but disgust. I heard he was a tactician. Unlike Kieran, he was leaner,  cheekbones and a quiet, deadly energy. His eyes studied me as though I was some puzzle. 

And to the right… Victor.

The wild one.  

Victor sat in his chair, grey eyes gleaming with amusement at me. His long, dark hair fell past his shoulders, his lips curled in a smirk as he looked me up and down. Like I was his prey.

I held my ground.  

Kieran was the first to speak. His voice was deep, carrying nothing but authority.  

“So. You’re the little traitor Alexander threw away.”  

My nails dug into my palms, but I kept my expression blank.  

“I was falsely accused,” I said calmly.  

Victor chuckled darkly, playing with the tip of his glass.  “Oh? And do you think that matters now? If he trusted you then perhaps you won't be here making an explanation of what you think you didn’t do. ”  

Silas lowered his head and interfered. “Interesting. You don’t grovel. Most in your position would be on their knees by now. But look at you, even staring directly into my eyeball.”  

I lifted my chin angrily. Why are they even lecturing me? “I will never kneel for you.” I spat out and the room went silent. 

Surprised, perhaps. Because they all just stared at me in complete awe.

Kieran's eyes narrowed at me and Victor grinned wider, as if enjoying my moment. While Silas merely gave me a glance.

Then Kieran leaned forward, his gaze sharp as a blade. 

“You belong to us now, Elara,” he said coldly and with menace. “Alexander made sure of that. Whether you like it or not, you are ours. And you don't get to talk to us like you own us. If I could remind you that you lost your title.”

The last two words took a toll on my heart and I went mute for a minute, hurt by his words. 

I swallowed hard, holding the tears that were threatening to fall. Even if I tried to act all strong, I still can't ignore my pain. 

“What do you want from me?” I forced out and I watched them exchange glances before Kieran answered. 

“That depends.”

Silas leaned forward, adjusting his packed blonde hair. “Tell me, Elara. Do you know why Alexander threw you away so easily?”

Why were they reminding me of him? Just why. 

“They are our mates. You have to tell them now.” My mate kept bothering me but even by mere looking at them, they didn't seem to be someone that would take me as their mate. 

Because Alexander believed Kiara. Because he never really trusted me. Because I meant nothing to him.

I wanted to scream all of this, but I held it in. 

Silas watched me, reading the emotions across my face. Then he smirked. “Or perhaps… there is something more to you than even you realize.”  

I stiffened. What? 

Victor exhaled dramatically. “All this talk is boring. I say we break her and see what she’s really made of. She is not even half of us.”  

My stomach twisted in fear. What did they mean by that?

Kieran shot him a warning look. “No one touches her. Not yet”  

Not Yet?

The word not yet was like a promise that I would be touched, but not yet.  

I forced myself to breathe. “If you think I’m going to beg for mercy, you’ll be waiting forever.”  

Silas smirked, laughing Sarcastically. “Good. That makes things more interesting.”  

Kieran leaned back, assessing me one final time. Then he nodded to the guards.  

“Take her to the holding chambers. We’ll decide what to do with her soon enough.”