Chapter 2 The Alternate timeline 2

My eyes flared, and the way my heart began hammering, I could die. The Alpha Kings don't come here. They have never This means disaster. They are the deadliest creatures this world has ever seen, and each of them rules over a continent. I am doomed. Not today that is meant to be my savior.

Thus, I do the one thing I can do. I have to die before I am taken there. As the guard approaches me, I stand up and run towards him with my fist brawled up.

One thing about these people is that they hate to be disrespected by humans, especially when there are other humans watching. They always want to show power, so I knew I would be hurt by the werewolf guard, and I couldn't be happier. I learned that from having suffered a lot of broken bones. To be honest, I am surprised at how I still maintain a clean and good body.

When I am about to hit the guard, my body is thrown by an unseen force onto the ground. I cry out as my vision darkens. My mind is being punished with their domineering aura, which hurts a person mentally. I feel as though I am being prickled with sharp, tiny knives. It hurts so bad that scratching my body against the ground is a mild pain compared to it.

Suddenly, it stopped, and I heard a voice. It sounds authoritative and barbarous. It sends chills down my burning skin. "How dare you hurt a human today, of all days?"

"She... "

"And you dare speak..." The man's voice overwhelms my teacher's. Before my eyes close, a smile dances on my lips. At least someone made her know her place.

I woke up with a heavy headache. Awareness sinking in, I cover my body involuntarily with my hands as I am dressed in lingerie.

My heart begins to spike in fear of what's to happen next. I couldn't see anything around me. There is a spotlight shining down, only onto the chair I had woken up in. Now, I stand and try to see anything in the distance.

"Have you not been taught what to do the moment you are in the auditorium? she says in a voice I do not recognize. My human senses are on the horizon. The voice echoes, so I can barely figure out where it comes from.

"Who is there?" I ask back, and another voice chuckles.

"Ah, the human lacks manners." Tells voice two. I frown at the insult.

"How about you turn on some light and let me see your ugly faces?" I shout at the top of my lungs and remain in the spotlight. If there's anything I have learned, it's not to go into the darkness when these creatures can see well in it.

"And it is rude." Tells voice one. "I will love to break it. Perhaps I buy her as a bleeder instead." Although that would ensure I die someday, it is not certain I would die soon. I wish my death was here and now.

"My dick would teach her some senses," says another resounding voice.

"How about you show your fucking fa..?" I am shunned when, all of a sudden, the ground changes position and I am now in front of a person.

His beauty strikes me hard, holding me dumbfounded. His cerulean eyes lock with my brown ones, sinking into my soul, and I allow it.

Then my eyes shifted downward toward his body. He wears a crimson-red suit, which merges with his lean structure. He gives off a powerful aura, but I haven't seen anyone like him in the academy. And trust me, these species are deadly handsome, cute, and beautiful.

"What would you think of a creature you cannot describe?" questions the one I am standing in front of. My head is raised, so I can see his perfect face with the chiseled jawline.

"What?" I ask, but he looks over to the other kings. "This toy is worthless. Maybe you should get it, Conall." He is about to walk away when it registers in my brain.

What the actual fuck?! I am in front of the kings. I begin to recognize them when I raise my face to the bleachers opposite me in the room. Six of them are here; one remains, and there's another, which is the one with the most attractive look. I haven't seen his picture before.

"Wanker!" I say to him. He's also the hotheaded one here. I noticed because others were smiling except for him.

"She is something," says voice one. I recognize him as Conall; he's the ruthless King who rules North America. He is striking as well. The pictures I have seen do not do justice to his dark blonde hair, amber eyes, and muscular physique.

"What did you say?" Says the unrecognizable one. He appears in front of me in a flash. I am about to repeat my words when, with just his eyes, he picks me up from the ground.

I'm floating, and I pray he kills me once and for all. "You are nothing, and you interest me. Take off your clothes." He says this and bends my hands to begin taking off the lingerie.

"No, no. Not my innocence." I beg, but my voice remains locked in my mind.

You aren't much of a fighter now, are you?" a strange voice inside my head speaks. My eyes are locked into his, and something tells me he's inside my head.

"Please..." While I cry and beg, I hear their laughter, and he won't listen. Without my consent, I bared myself. My tears float free. I just want to die, not be stripped of my pride.