I was hurled out of the prison cell by two omegas I had known my entire life before being led up to our pack.
My childhood home.
As I was dragged along the stairs, I noticed that the house looked different.
Gone was the furniture I had grown up seeing, the rugs had been changed, even the curtains.
As we got to the first of floor of our pack house, the space where my father's picture was usually placed was no longer present.
In its place was a massive photo of Jeffery side by side with his wolf.
It was at that moment I felt a sudden chill in my spine.
My father was truly gone and Jeffery had taken over.
He had gone to extreme measures to erase any presence of the past Alpha.
Everything had changed.
I felt like a stranger in my own home.
The servants looked at me with pity as I was led past the hallway in defeat.
They were equally prisoners as I was.
I was finally shoved into a bedroom where two serving she wolves I had never seen and a hideous wedding gown lay waiting for me.
Instantly the door flung open and I saw none other than Lydia waltz in.
"You buried my father." I said in disbelief at the woman who had been brought to replace my mother. "Even after everything. How could you take that from me?"
Her face twisted in a cruel way. "I'm the Luna of this pack. You don't have the right to question me."
"Right?" I scoffed in disbelief. "The reason your son took over my pack is because she wolves have no rights. What makes you think you would be different?"
In a split second, a slap landed on my right cheek.
"You better think to be careful with me you mad dog." She warned accusingly. "Or your sister would pay for your actions."
I became tensed at the mention of my sister immediately.
Fear overwhelmed me.
Lydia's phone rang and then she snapped at the servants. "Get her dressed quickly! The earlier she leaves this place the better."
Before she picked her call and stormed out.
My heart fell when I heard the key turn in its lock.
"Please you have to help me." I said to the servants. "I need to see my sister."
But they ignored me.
"Did you hear me?" I grabbed one's arm. "Please I've been kidnapped and I'm being sold off. My sister is nine years old and has blonde hair. Have you seen her?" I begged my voice on the verge of tears.
But they didn't utter a word rather they started to undo my dress.
And it hit me.
I had no one to help me.
I was trapped.
An hour later, I was wearing the wedding dress and my hair had been packed up in a perfect ponytail.
My face too had been made up while I remained motionless.
The door was flung open and Jeffery came in.
He beamed at me. "Good. You're ready."
The servants bowed and hurried out.
He grabbed my hand and proceeded to lead me out of the room.
I was dragged past hallways whilst betas followed us behind.
Parked in front of the pack house was a fleet of cars.
A black limousine opened and Jeffery began to pull me towards it.
In that instant I jerked free. "I need to see my sister before I leave."
He glared at me. "Don't test me Gabrielle."
My heart was beating and eyes were on me as I stood in the burning sun.
"I want to see my sister!" I said standing my ground. "How do I know you aren't lying to me? I'll do whatever you want from me but I have my terms."
His face wrote anger.
I was humiliating him before his new subjects.
He grabbed my arm again and harshly whispered. "We would do this inside!"
I jerked free once again, so hard my ponytail went loose.
He gave me a blow and I staggered back.
I touched my nose.
I was bleeding.
"Get inside you fucking Whore." He snapped.
"I said NO!" I said still standing my ground. "If you don't let me see my sister or agree to what I have to say, then I'll scream and embarrass you throughout the entire mating ceremony."
"I blame your dead father for spoiling you rotten. All women deserve to be flogged and I'll teach you." He promised as he approached with his already shifted hand baring new wolf claws.
"And if you keep beating me, I don't think my new mate would appreciate a battered wife." I said boldly.
That stopped him in his tracks.
His eyes shown fire and I saw him clench his now reverted back fist.
I was terrified to the bone, but this was the only chance I had.
He came up to me, caught my neck and forced me to look at a balcony upstairs before snapping his fingers.
In that instant, the doors were flung open and I saw my baby sister being dragged to the balcony while a gun was placed at her head.