Traded To The Cruel Alpha novel Chapter 1

Serafine POV

When a werewolf gives birth to twins, it's not seen as a blessing, but a curse. Only one can survive, the goddess demands balance within the werewolf world. One life for another. If the stronger twin does not consume the weaker one in the womb, then only one will take their first breath when they are born. Serafine Nightbourne should never have been the one to survive.

I wasn't meant to be the chosen one, that's what my father tells me. He never lets me forget that I'm weak and have stolen my brother’s place. Today, I foolishly thought I could escape, I didn't even get past the border before the guards grabbed me.

My body thrashes as I try to escape their grasp, but they don't care. They drag me behind them, and I hold back the screams as the ground tears at my skin. It makes no sense, my father and pack hate me, so why not let me go? I'm a burden, a strain, and unwanted, so they shouldn't care that I tried to run.

Still, I fight, I twist, and I claw at their hands but not one of them loosens their grip. Suddenly, I'm thrown forward, my body hitting the floor hard, my breath is ripped from my lungs by the force of it. I listen as their boots scrape across the floor as they walk away. Why did they have to drag me back? They treat me like I'm nothing more than rubbish they have to deal with.

The scent of blood clings to me, it's sharp and metallic and I ignore the burning pain from where my skin has been scraped off. Lifting my head just enough to see around me, my body tenses when I notice the room. My father’s office, they brought me straight back to him instead of the cells. My eyes flicker across the towering bookshelves before going to the heavy oak desk. There he is, standing behind it, my father, looking at me with an expression that is full of hate.

Forcing myself onto my hands and knees, my body screams in protest. Every muscle is aching from my last punishment, from me trying to run and escape. My eyes flicker down, and I see the fresh grazes across my skin where I was dragged.

I don't make a sound, I don't groan or show that I'm in pain. The rules for me are simple, I shouldn't make noise. None, even if I'm being punished. If I speak without being given permission, I get punished. Although, not speaking also isn't guaranteed to keep me safe. A few times I haven't spoken and he's punished me.

Gideon Nightbourne, my father folds his arms as his gaze trails over me like I'm something disgusting and beneath him. People here don't care that I'm the future alpha, the only child to him. No doubt because he would rather burn the pack down than let me take over.

He looks at me like I'm cursed. "Pathetic." It might be one word, but it says a lot, and it drips with disappointment and malice. "You thought that you could run and escape?" He laughs, mocking.

Keeping my head down, I clench my jaw to ensure I don't say a word. If I do, I'll be punished, although, maybe I will be anyway?

There's no rules to when he can punish me, sometimes it's like he does it because he's bored and wants to have full control over someone.

"This is for existing," he would shout as he beat me. "This one is for stealing your brother’s place."

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