Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I ran the ends of the hair brush against my hair and untangled any knots that had been formed. They were many. It took me a long while before my hair was finally straight and clean. There was one issue of having thick hair—it could never be tamed.

The whole morning I spent at the edge of my bed. Sleep didn't cross my mind, not even for a moment. By late afternoon, everyone was awake in the house and they were plenty of girls who began preparing for the night.

"After every battle is won, they come to us for pleasure and we take off their minds for one night. It's how it works over here," One of the girls who had been quite chatty with me said. Her name was along the line of something Angel, but I knew it couldn't be her real name. "We take whoever we want and sometimes, they choose the girls they want. Those who have girlfriends or wives tend to stay away from here on these nights."

I listened to her and became surprised. It was a sort of a whorehouse and the Madam was in the control of all these ladies. It was a lot different than I had imagined, but there were some similarities.

Since their party hadn't started yet, there weren't any men in the house, only women, and most of them half naked wandering around the hall and down the stairs. I stayed in my room, hoping to stay awake for as long as I could.

Anything could happen if I slept.

I didn't want to be in a vulnerable situation again, not after the whole car ride I had to survive just because I slept.

"I heard some of the rumors..." I trailed off.

She giggled and shook her head before applying some stain onto her cheeks and looking at me through the reflection. "Most of the rumors are just plain lies. We do this to serve our Alpha and our pack. Most of us come from terrible situations and this is the only place we find our comfort." Angel continued, explaining to me in a way I actually understood.

"What about the other women?" I asked as my legs dangled from the bed while my hands were spread over the mattress.

"They are many. The ones who find their mates end up with them, carrying pups and getting bred day and night while others remain under their family's protection. Though, none of the women are trained or involved in pack matters. It's a responsibility our men take."

From the rumors I heard, I expected for Silvertails women to be all dead or murdered. It was true, none of them were ever heard of. Even their existence was far away from our knowledge which lead to wild rumors.

Angel slipped away from her chair and sat down on the bed beside me. Leaning against the headboard, she placed the hand mirror in front of her and began to apply mascara to her lashes.

"Tell me something about yourself," She stopped and let the wand brush through her lashes. "How come you can't shift?"

I looked away while heaving a breath. It was a difficult topic to talk about and the last thing I wanted to mention. But the knowledge about a runt staying at this place spread quicker than fire. One girl knew and then the other one. They all demanded to know why I couldn't shift.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I just could never."

"That's so sad. Have you tried going to any healers?"

I gave my head a shake, "I did, but they weren't able to do anything."

It was only a few years ago, after my mother's death, Gerald decided to take me to a few healers and tell them to forcibly shift me. They did everything possible and went to great extremes that led to a few bruises on my arms and belly.

"Oh, I'm sorry for that." She pulled the mirror down and looked at me with pity in her eyes. "But I hope one day you'll be able to shift. On every full moon, we all shift and gather in the woods. Women chase men and whoever they find, they keep them for the night."

I nodded. It was interesting. There were different dynamics in the Silvertails Pack, quite different from my pack. Our Alpha really didn't care much about his people except for those close to him. He and his men killed all those that were found guilty of the smallest offense.

"It's quite interesting. My life has entirely changed since Madam Sheryl took me under her roof. I enjoy every day and night. And while I'm not sure of your future, I can promise you'll enjoy it too if you're meant to stay here—that's if your life is spared—which I hope it is," She opened a lipstick and plucked her lips out before applying some. "You sound like a sweet girl."

I smiled to myself and looked away. Just then I recalled the Alpha's words.

My death was pending.

It was by six in the evening that the room became crowded. Girls rushed in and out, changing clothes, applying makeup, and finding shoes. The whole hallway was a mess.

I stayed on my bed, quiet and lost in my thoughts till Madam Sheryl came to the door and the other girls cleared out of the hallway.

"Still awake?" She asked while stepping inside while wearing a tight red dress that pushed her breasts out, exposing half of her chest. "Get some rest. It's going to get busy downstairs and upstairs so stay in your room," She looked around the room, eyes flickering over the windows. "Since you haven't tried fleeing, I suppose all will be well till later when the Alpha comes to collect you."

I threw my legs on the ground and nearly stood up, "Let me leave. Please." I pleaded after spending hours and hours in silence.

She placed her finger underneath my chin and blocked my way. Forcing my head to rise, I met with her threatening glare and she responded to me, "Even if you do leave, there's no purpose for you out there. You're a runt and your pack has been destroyed. Where will you possibly go? You'll be sleeping on the streets, thrown around like trash, and abused."

I lowered my gaze.

She wasn't wrong.

Where could I even go?

Even if I returned back to my hometown, anyone alive there would kill me solely out of anger or pleasure. I was a runt, entirely useless. And my brother was still after me.

"Get some rest." She said while slamming the door shut and leaving.

In just a few minutes, I began to hear the sounds of people shuffling down the stairs and the doors slamming open and shutting. I stayed to myself, biting the ends of my nail, wondering if tonight was the last night I'd live.

I escaped from one threat and came straight into the hands of another. How worse was my fate going to be?

Angel rushed into the room and said, "I just need to grab some things. Sorry if I disturbed you." Her hand went straight to the drawers and she pulled something out.

"No, it's fine." I mumbled.

She walked out as quickly as she came in. The sounds from the outside rose and so did my curiosity. I got up on my feet and finally reached the door. Grabbing the handle, I opened it and peeked outside. The sounds became louder and there were a lot of them.

Music was playing downstairs and there was a melody of rough voices along with sweet ones. And moans. My brows furrowed as I opened the door wider to look at the hallway leading to the other rooms. Men were coming upstairs with girls in their arms and walking down covered in sweat and slick.

A staggering breath parted my throat. I rushed back into my room upon finding Lexi, one of the girls I had spoken to, come upstairs with a man. Their hands were tied together and soon their lips.

It was only a few seconds before the man slammed her against the wall and tossed her underwear in the middle of the hallway before taking her right on the spot.

With my eyes wide, I closed the door and pressed my back against it.

My heart raced.

Lexi's moans and screams made their way into my ears.

These were wild men.