chapter 4

Jessica's POV

"Welcome to your new home ladies.'' The man said he flashed the torch light at my eyes again, almost blinding me. I could hear more heartbeats, my werewolf sense were not dead, but neither were they fully active. It was as if we were not alone in the room. 

"No. Please, don't do this!'' I begged as I ran towards him, only to be pushed back down effortlessly. 

" You better get used to it and learn how to behave. Here, you have been stripped of your status and are nothing but slaves. Breeding machines for soon-to-be Alpha and King Jordan Luther. Get acquainted with each other and learn your duty. The sooner you accept this, the easier it will be for you."

The door was slammed shut right after, leaving us in darkness, with an echo of those damning words that felt like a death sentence.

Suddenly there was shuffling of feet and warm grabby hands wrapped around my body dragging me against the floor. I tried to scream but my hand was placed on my mouth and it was silent. A sharp light invaded my eyes as I looked up noticing that the lights just went on. 

"Is she okay,'' A soft voice echoed as the hands holding me down slowly departed from my body. I pulled myself up posting my body with my arms before the sudden realization that someone had and tied with. I look around in shock feeling my eyes and my mouth falling again. We were not the only ones here. in front of me were three different girls all dressed in white sleeping gowns and red hair.

" Are you okay?'' one of the girls asked me as she stepped forward. I turned around looking at the other girl who was killed on the floor before realizing that she must have been the person who I came with. And to the others she was the only one who wasn't wearing a white gown just like me. 

" Are you okay?'' She repeated again, her voice fraining with concern, "Are you hurt?'' 

"No. No.'' The girl at my side spoke as she stepped forward. "We're fine.'' 

" But she's bleeding.'' one of them pointed at my leg. 

I watched as they moved quickly, I clutched my knees, feeling the stinging pain as I tried to wipe the blood off with my sweater. " I fell. But it's all healed.'' I spoke with a smile, showing them the healed spot. They let out a sigh of relief. One of the girls said as she reached out to me, touching me gently as she brought me to a big bed in the middle of the room. 

 Suddenly there was a loud sound of banging against the doors outside, and a whistle being blown. 

"Come on! Come on!'' 

 I watched the girls in the room all get excited, straightening hairdressers in the mood to stand in front of the door. the girl that I came with stared at me with confusion as we stared back at them.

'What's going on?'' I asked. 

"Oh, it's time for our weekly run." One answered with enthusiasm, "The master allows us one day a week to run free in our natural forms to our heart's desire. Isn't he so kind!'' 

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The doors were suddenly open, right before the sharp sound of bones snapping and screams of horror and pain echoed in the bedroom. I watched as the four redheads, seeming to move in similar motion, transformed into wolves. 

I had never seen it before. My mother has never told me much about it or how it would happen. It was a topic she greatly avoided. 

I have always imagined it to be something magical. The moment a werewolf would allow their wolf self to take control instead of suppressing it. My mother had kept me on a bunch of medications ever since I was a kid to suppress that part of me. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I stopped taking them behind her back.

" Well, what are you guys waiting for?'' the man standing across the door said as he pointed at the both of us.

Without wasting time the girl beside me began to transform. she took off her sweater and then her shirt and she fell to her knees. I watched with horror as her fingers and toes were replaced with paws. Fur grew from her pores and her facial features were replaced with that of a full grown wolf. Unlike the other girls, she didn't even let out a sound as she transformed. Her pants fell from her body like shedding skin. All eyes were turned to me and I couldn't help but look at them with confusion and fear.

 How was I going to tell them that even though I was a wolf, I couldn't transform?

Jordan's POV

'She what?' I asked, failing to believe my ears. 

'I don't think she wants my Lord. The rest of the girls went for the run but this new slave refuses to transform. '

'Does she know that I gave the order?' I asked, feeling bewildered. 

'She knows, my king.' 

'So she purposely ignores me!' I huffed, my shoulders dropping as I closed the book and slammed it on the table. Carlos flinched, keeping his eyes down. 

'Get her.' 

'My king?' He asked hesitantly. 

'Bring her to me in this instance.' my command carried an affinity of finality. Enough to have Carlos running off in the opposite direction. Dealing with a stubborn slave was not a difficult task. But stubborn and disobedient were two different things. Disobedience could not be tolerated, stubbornness could be entertained provided it gave me a worthy challenge. 

This new slave, however, from the get go, had been a stubborn little thing. My means to own her meant I would have a right to expect that she would at least be trained. However, when her father pulled her out of that car and she showed a fighting spirit, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. 

Time was ticking, I did not have the privilege of dealing with an untrained mind. 

Especially not from her..