Chapter 3 Be Absolved

(Amber's POV)

Three years later, in the cell.

"I curse you..."

I still remembered the night that my mate died vividly... it replayed over and over again in my mind and my mate's dying words haunted me endlessly.

I'd thought of taking my own life, but I knew my mother was still waiting for me. Though I didn't know if she was still alive, until I heard definitive news of her death, I wouldn't give up on my own life!

My father had only imprisoned me; he hadn't killed me. I believed that in his eyes, I still held some value. So while he demanded my obedience, he wouldn't let my mother perish.

However, I wasn't simply kept locked in a dungeon.

For the past three years, I had been kept here in solitary confinement, with only the stoic presence of the guards and the unwanted advances of the men that my stepmother sent to try and take the one remaining precious thing that I had left to me.

My virginity. She and my stepsister viciously tried to turn me into a whore.

Thankfully, none of them had been successful as I had always managed to fight them off and they were sent back to her each time with bloody faces and bruised egos.

But they still hadn't given up. My stepmother only saw those werewolves she had sent as too weak. She was determined to achieve her goal before I die. My existence remained a threat to her. She knew that once my father realized my true value, she and her wretched daughter would be cast aside.

But when I woke up this morning, something was very much different. I had been chained to the wall by my arms as well, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off this fog that clouded my mind and lethargy that seemed to make my limbs almost too heavy to move.

I wasn't sure how long I had laid here like this, but suddenly the door opened and a man staggered into my cell unsteadily, a crooked grin on his face as I raised my head to meet his eyes defiantly.

He was more powerful than any werewolf I had encountered before, and I immediately detected a different scent!

"I heard that those who came before me didn't succeed..." He approached me with a dangerous smile. "But you know what? Three years ago, I witnessed your beauty in the crowd. Every wet dream I had since then was about you. So... here I am. I'm really looking forward to our encounter. How about you?"

Disgust. That was the only feeling I had. I smiled and spat in his face, hoping to provoke him into losing control so that I could seize any opportunity to kill him!

But almost instantly, his large hand firmly gripped my chin. "Darling, if you continue with your rebellion, I believe we will miss out on the unforgettable foreplay. Before your vagina dries up like a desert, I doubt if you can handle my size. Or do you prefer it direct?"

"Well then, , show me your dick, and I'll see if it's as convincing as you claim," I sneered, glancing at his crotch. He thought humiliation would make me submit, but ever since the incident three years ago, my mind had been focused on one thing: seizing any chance to escape and seek revenge against my father!

He blinked in shock as he sat back for a moment and wiped his face, before erupting into laughter and shaking his head.

"I'm going to make you regret that." He snarled as he positioned himself above me and unbuttoned his trousers, his stubby little cock nudging against my thigh.

"Not really got much down there to do that with though, have you?" I sneered as I lowered my voice to a mocking whisper, "Don't make promises that you have no hope of keeping."

He snarled angrily as he pulled at the chains, forcing my arms backward painfully in an effort to hurt me, but I refused to cry out, instead, I sneered at him.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be for you... just this once... be fucking nice..." he hissed as he crashed his lips onto mine and forced his tongue inside my mouth.

Perhaps I shouldn't have done what I did next... but I parted my lips wider, allowing him access and lulling him into a false sense of security.

He moaned appreciatively as he pressed his hips against my thigh and began to move his hands under the t shirt dress that I was wearing.

My heart began to race in panic as he repositioned himself between my legs and nudged my legs open wider as he deepened the kiss. It was obvious to me that he intended to go through with this and although my legs were beginning to get some feeling back in them, I wouldn't be able to move him off me in time.

It was now or never.

As he inched closer, I bit down hard, feeling the flesh of his tongue tear as his confusion turned to terror and he tried desperately to pull away. It wasn't until my teeth connected with each other that he was finally free and as he fell backward off the bed, clutching at his mouth and screaming in agony, I spat his severed tongue in his direction.

"You better believe if I had teeth down there as well, then you'd have your cock at your feet too." I spat, trying desperately not to gag on the acrid taste of his blood.

His howls of pain filled the cell and I knew that it wouldn't be long until the rest of the guards appeared and enacted their justice with their fists, but until then, I intended to savor the agonized howls that were a result of the small piece of justice that I had managed to take for myself.

I could only imagine my stepmother's rage when she discovered that her plans had been ruined yet again.

A figure appeared in the doorway and I squinted towards it, snorting derisively.

"Took you long enough didn't it? He'll probably bleed to death if you don't get him medical help soon." I smiled sweetly, knowing full well that the light from the open doorway would mean they could see the trails of blood streaking down my chin and onto my chest.

It must be a gruesome sight and quite honestly, I hoped the sight haunted them in their dreams.

"Well, I can't say that I'm surprised your behavior remains that of a feral savage," a voice that should have been familiar announced in disgust, "Your stepmother said that you had descended into madness, but I hadn't quite believed her."

"If you count defending yourself against rape as descending into madness, then I think it's you who is clearly insane." I spat back,

The man tutted and said nothing, simply gesturing to the guards behind him and they moved forward, releasing the chains that held me.

I sat up, my arms shaking unsteadily as I did so and frowned at the realization that the man in the doorway was my father.

"As of today, I absolve you of your sins." My father said gruffly.

I couldn't help but move towards him when I heard his words, trying to decipher his expression.

What was he trying to do again?