Prison
In the heart of the ancient, moonlit forest, two Omegas hauled a wounded girl who clung desperately to the fading embers of life.
With a forceful 'thud,' the two Omega werewolves callously thrust her into the opulent courtyard of their palace. The atmosphere grew tense as Leila and Erin, two elite beta members of the werewolves pack, locked eyes on the captive girl. Their brows furrowed with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion, for it was a rare occurrence for an outsider to be brought into the sanctuary of their castle.
Leila knelt before the girl. With a merciless grip, she seized a handful of the girl's disheveled hair, compelling her to meet her unwavering gaze.
Leila (beta)
Another slave brought into our castle
Leila hissed, her voice dripping with disdain.
Leila (beta)
I am tired of them. It's hard to train humans
The air hung heavy with the scent of fresh blood, and the two Omega werewolves who had brought the girl to the palace spoke, their heads bowed in submission. The one with striking blue eyes spoke with a tremor in his voice.
omega
Ms Leila, please listen. She is no slave. She is a hunter, and it was she who vanquished our comrades
Leila's expression darkened further, her anger seething beneath the surface. The audacity of this hunter, who had dared to challenge their pack with such unwavering ferocity, took her by surprise.
Leila turned to her friend, Erin, and with a subtle eye movement, they exchanged a meaningful glance. The doubts that swirled within Erin mirrored those in Leila's mind.
Erin (beta)
We will look after her. You all are free to leave now
Those omegas went away from the passageway.
As the two men left, the atmosphere in the palace courtyard became charged with tension. Leila, her gaze never leaving the unconscious girl, couldn't resist a caustic remark.
Leila (beta)
We must wait for her to regain consciousness before presenting her to our prince
Erin's haughty glare pierced through the stillness of the palace courtyard as she disdainfully pushed the girl's body with her foot in their direction.
Erin (beta)
She is so ugly.
The captive had clearly fought relentlessly, and her battered appearance told a story of fierce determination. Her body, despite the ordeal, retained a certain grace, accentuated by the striking black outfit she wore. Yet, it seemed she was destined for slavery, regardless of her appearance.
Erin (beta)
Look at this unfortunate slave
Erin declared sharply. Her words dripped with disdain.
Erin (beta)
I doubt the prince will have any pity for her.
Leila sprang to her feet with fierce determination. Her response was swift and unwavering.
Leila (beta)
She doesn't deserve pity. She took the lives of many of our brothers and sisters. Let's confine her to the darkest corner of our bunker, where rats will be her only companions.
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