Enthralled By Silver

5. THE UNDERGROUND WEREWOLF BROTHEL

Sibyl

"Luna, welcome back," pack members greeted me as we entered the living room.

"We were really worried when we heard about your eyes. We're so glad that you returned safely," some high-ranking wolves who used to assist me and Edwin, along with some female warriors that were friends of mine exclaimed. They had all gathered in the living room the day Edwin brought me back from the hospital after I lost my sight. However, none of them dared to look me in the eye, their gaze skittered away anytime it came close to mine. Despite their words of welcome, I could see everyone's terrified expressions, and feel their discomfort.

My life had completely changed, and I knew it. I was no longer the old Sibyl, I had foolishly believed I could regain my old life. I continued my work as Luna, smiling along as I interacted with people like I normally would.

"She has white eyes!"

"How could her eyes have turned white and scary? Just passing by her scares me."

"Don't look straight into her eyes. You could be cursed."

The whispers and murmurs followed me wherever I went, a constant reminder of the fear and unease my changed appearance brought to those around me.

I was aware of all the gossip that circulated behind my back, but I ignored it with a smile until I heard someone commenting that my cursed eyes were the reason I couldn't bear a child. A child that I craved with every fiber of my being. Were my eyes really causing my own fertility? Those unnecessary comments wounded me so deeply that I decided to hide my eyes even from myself by wearing sunglasses. I had already stopped looking at myself in the mirror on the day I became blind, from that point on those sunglasses became my suit of armor. They became both a habit and my shield.

A shield against the judgmental whispers and names that people called me. Until he whispered...

"You have silver eyes..."

Gasping, I opened my eyes wide, his voice echoing in my ears. He… referred to my eyes as silver… My breathing became erratic as my whole body began to sweat. I stared at the dark roof above me, trying to orient myself. Where... where was I? In a car? Panic surged through me as I tilted my head. The last memory I had was of running away from Alpha Keshton only to end up fighting with him until he did something that made me black out.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but suddenly I found myself in a car. I was in the passenger seat, when I looked at the person driving the car, my heart nearly stopped.

"You..." my voice caught in my throat when I remembered how he had knocked me out earlier and taken me away. "Where are you taking me?!" I demanded.

Alpha Keshton briefly glanced at me before refocusing on driving. He ignored me and my questions as if I wasn't even there.

I looked around in panic, trying to make sense of my surroundings as the car drove through unfamiliar streets. Then the red lights of the street illuminated the scene before me: she-wolves dressed in revealing clothes, the scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, and males engaging in various s****l acts.

My throat went dry when I realized where we were. He had already brought me to hell, an underground werewolf brothel.

The car stopped, all I heard was his voice, "Get out," he ordered.

"No!" I snapped, my eyes locking onto his. "Let me go!" I screamed, desperation and fear coursing through me.

"Get out before I tie your hands and legs then drag you along behind me," he stated coldly, his eyes devoid of emotion as if he were speaking about handling an animal rather than a person.

"You're a monster," I glared at him hatefully. "Can't you see I'm a living being? Why do you have to ruin my life like this?" I pleaded, searching for any sign of empathy in his eyes.

“It’s your brother that ruined your life,” he reminded me of the bitter truth that was a slap in the face. He was right but I was the victim here.

"Please, let me go. I don’t want to be here. I'm not that kind of woman..."

"All women are the same," he declared, grabbing my hand to drag me out of the car. What did he mean that all women were the same?

"NOOO..." I screamed out of fear and sharply bit his hand before I was pulled out. He recoiled, his hand bleeding, as he glared at me sharply. I really tested his patience, "I'm telling you, let me go," I scrambled back, fear overwhelming me.

"Come here..." he growled lowly, charging at me. His body was so large that even the car seemed small as he hovered over me. I knew if he got a hold of me this time, it was over.

"NO! NO!! NO!!!" Fear overpowered my sanity, and in a moment of panic, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

The car fell into a dead silence, my face went pale as I realized how badly I had f****d up an already terrible situation. I really had no intention of slapping him. My heart pounded in my chest at the sight of his handsome face darkening and his Amber eyes turning red.

It was as if he were about to rip my throat out or shift into his wolf to let it feast on my corpse. He grabbed my arm violently and pulled me close to his face. "You will f*****g regret that for the rest of your life!" he growled in my face.

I stared at him with wide eyes, my lips slightly parted, as he yanked me out of the car. I screamed, unable to resist. His grip on my arm was so firm that struggling only caused me pain. Everyone's eyes fell upon Keshton dragging me while I screamed and tried to break free with all my strength, to no avail. That was when I heard gasps from the crowd then I realized it was because I wasn't wearing my glasses. The past trauma caused by my eye color stabbed at my composure, triggering a rush of horrifying recollections. My shield was gone. Instinctively, I pulled back my wolf eyes until my blind human eyes appeared once again. I had to hide my eyes.

Everything went black in an instant, I couldn't see a thing causing me to badly stumble and nearly injure myself. I instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand for support. He suddenly stopped and I felt my breast brushing his chest as if he was not beside me anymore but right in front of me. His hot breath ever so slightly brushed my face quickening my heartbeat. Why... why had he stopped? My whole body turned cold with fear, wondering what his intentions were or what had caused him to stop. However, unbeknownst to me, he was staring at my face. Due to my blindness, my eyes weren't staying in one place as I tried to listen to my surroundings with a great sense of panic, unaware that the man holding my arm was staring down at the hand tightly holding his.

His silence was very unsettling. What was he doing? What was he thinking? If only I had my glasses then I could see again. I considered using my wolf’s eyes, but there seemed to be a lot of people around that were holding me back.

"Alpha Keshton!" A female's exclamation entered my ears along with the sound of her hurried footsteps. The voice seemed to echo, indicating that I was inside a building. "Is there a special reason you are visiting us today, Alpha? If you had called me, I would have sent some new she-wolves to the Eclipse Moon Pack to save you the trip," her voice was fearful yet respectful, a tone reserved for the owner of the place. "I will get the girls ready for you now..."

"No need," Keshton cut her off, his voice commanding. "Where is Noah?" as he asked, his phone rang.

"He should be around. I will mind-link him to let him know that you are here," she trailed off, then asked tentatively, "Is she a new girl joining the brothel, Alpha?"

My muscles tightened, not because of her question, but due to Keshton's silence. The phone continued ringing over and over again but he did not pick up. Instead of answering her question, he ordered, "Tell Noah to take her to my room. If she runs away, all of your heads will serve as a warning to whoever comes after you," he commanded, pushing me towards the woman before I heard him answer the call and walk away.