Chapter 406 – Owned by the Alphas Novel Free by Jen Cooper

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I didn’t look.

I retreated into my mind, filling it with the dream I’d had of three Alphas worshiping my body. There was no pain there.

I clutched the pin tight, using the pricking in my finger to remind me why I was hanging on.

I had considered giving in, considered just singing, helping the vampires with their bloodlust–but I had promised. My mother wouldn’t have made me promise without a reason.

I didn’t know much about what my voice could do, and I didn’t want to risk doing more harm than good.

A few years ago, I’d heard some of the vampires talking in the dungeons when they thought I had passed out. I knew it didn’t just take away their bloodlust; it made them more powerful. The vampires needed my voice to give them the power and control to take on the wolves.

I hadn’t had much to do with the wolves; my tribe was from the mountains where we were left to our own lives. We had been offered safety in the villages, but my family had said we couldn’t.

I had wondered since they had died whether that was because of me–my voice.

But there was nothing I could do now except keep my promise. And I had. For the last five years.

Silas carved through the skin of my back, asking me after every slash if I was going to sing.

I kept silent, my eyes closed.

Tears stung behind my lids, my throat tight as pain made my body shake.

The shackles that held me to the X rattled, and I finally cried out when Silas used the whip, the lash hitting my spine.

He smirked and moved around, bringing my chin up. “Change your mind yet? It’s only the first hour, and I have a lot of treats for this ritual. It is a special one, after all,” he warned.

Maybe I should have listened.

But I didn’t, going back to the dream in my mind. I let it cloud the pain in phantom pleasure. I drew on the strength that gave me and endured Silas.

He spent hours adding wounds to my scarred skin. He gave the whip to the Alpha vampire who had his turn. Then he let the guards try.

I didn’t let them break me–not mentally.

I kept my mind away from the edges of giving in. I imagined the men’s hands on me, their mouths, their kisses.

I remembered the heat, the orgasm they had teased me with.

It was real again in my head, and I stayed there.

The hours ticked by, and when Silas finally stopped, I let out a panting breath.

It hurt everywhere.

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But I still clutched the pin.

I opened my eyes as the guards lit their torches and the other vampires exited the arena.

Silas snarled as he yanked me free from the X.

I collapsed on the ground in front of him, and he hauled me up, his teeth baring at me.

“You embarrassed me in front of everyone. You will pay for your disobedience,” he snapped.

I didn’t bother responding. I was already paying for it, so his threat didn’t scare me.

There wasn’t much more he could do to me.

Silas dragged me back through the castle, and despite one of my eyes being swollen from where the tail of the whip had bit into my cheek, I watched every hall and counted every door.

I was escaping from this hell, which only mattered if I knew the way out.

My dress was stained in blood, torn where the whip had broken through the fabric.

My ankles were bruised from the shackles, my wrists too.

And I was sure I had broken ribs this time.

Breathing was harder and harder as Silas urged me on. I had no idea how I was still on my feet.

I wasn’t even sure how I had survived this time.

The three mysterious dream strangers flashed in my mind, and something inside me told me it had everything to do with them.

Silas ripped open the door to my cage and threw me in.

I tumbled to the ground, my head smacking against the side of the bed. I groaned and held the bleeding wound.

Silas was there, licking the blood with a groan.

I shoved him back, but he snarled and pinned me. I couldn’t fight back, his hand so close to finding the pin I had in my fist.

“Maybe pain isn’t the way to get what I want from you,” he smirked, his eyes wild as he looked down at the neckline of my dress.

It was low, the curve of my breasts showing through the fabric.

He leaned down and sniffed my body. I shuddered and swallowed.

I was too scared to say anything.

“I bet you feel as good as you taste,” he murmured.

I was pretty sure he was talking to himself, his movements erratic as he licked my blood from his lips.

He sniffed again. “Mmm, a virgin too.”

I pursed my lips, glaring at him. Silas smirked and let one of my wrists go to ruffle his coat and shirt out of the way of his pant buttons.

I was about to risk it all by stabbing him in the neck with my pin when another vampire opened the door to the dungeons and came to my cell.

“Silas. The Alpha wants to see you,” he said gruffly.

Silas hung his head with a hiss.

When he looked back at me, he was more in control. He let go of my bruising wrist and stood up, rolling his shoulders back.

“Only give her half of the healing elixir. I want her to feel this for a while,” Silas smirked, then strode from my cell.

I let out a breath as the other vampire came in.

Compared to Silas, they were all friendly.

He was a big vampire with dark skin, his hair in tight, sleek braids down his back. He wore a ruffled black shirt with a patterned vest.

He pulled a vial of elixir out and handed it to me.

I took it warily, wincing as the movement radiated pain through me.

Blood trickled down my back from the lashes, and I knew my skin was a mess back there.

But I was accustomed to the burn of that. Every full moon for the last five years had built quite the pain tolerance.

“This is the whole bottle?” I questioned, wondering why he hadn’t given me half like Silas had ordered.

The vampire ignored me and left the dungeons without an explanation.

I chugged down the elixir in large gulps.

I grimaced as it immediately attached to the blood in my veins. It worked fast, sewing my skin back together and leaving more scars behind.

It did as much as it could, leaving only dull aches and blood behind.

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