The Lycan Slave Mate novel Chapter 9

Ava's POV

I thought this was going to be the most painful experience that might take my life, but when I was pushed in, I felt nothing. Not even my body was wet, as it seemed like I was floating above the water without gravity to pull me down.

When I was forced into the confinement by the Beta's daughter, I screamed at the top of my voice in panic and terror of the agonizing pain I would face, especially as I saw how the liquid was bubbling like boiling water, making me remember that the wolfsbane and silver combination torture was something that was a nightmare for every wolf, and I had seen many die from the pain, but as I was finally buried and enclosed inside the same toxic and deadly liquid, I felt nothing.

Why can't I even feel the wetness on my skin? It just appeared like I had lost the ability to feel touch, and I noticed I was losing consciousness too, with something like a soul ejector pulling my soul from my body.

"Ava!" I heard someone scream my name in a voice that was filled with fear, that heart-wrenching fear that hits one when they are at the point of death.

My eyes, which were shut, popped open, and I suddenly found myself on the outside of the Royal Packhouse, right in front of the gate, staring at the whole pack, with all its members peacefully living their lives.

"What is going on? How did I get here?" I mused as I got more confused. The last thing I could remember was being pushed into the silver and wolfsbane confinement that was prepared to check on my true identity after being suspected to be a demon. So how the hell did I end up here?

And who owns that female voice that screamed my name in a terrifying tone just now?

I saw three men, which included Stan, the warrior leader, as they stepped out of the Royal Packhouse gate, and that made me smile widely. I ran to him, shouting his name, since I recalled he was the only one who had been nice to me, but just then, the strangest thing happened.

I tried to hug him from behind but ended up hugging the air as his body passed through me without any contact. Even when I shouted his name, he didn't turn or act like I made any sound. I also noticed my voice was queer and seemed to be within me.

My jaw dropped instantly as a thought hit my head: I could be dead already!

"No!!!" I screamed in horror, but just like before, it was muffled by a force I can't understand. I was sure I made that scream with all my might, but no one was looking at me.

I ran to Stan, who was now a few metres away from me. I kept shrugging off the thought that I was dead from my mind, even when that was the only thing that could explain why I seemed to be in another world. Hot tears were brimming my eyes and pouring like two springs while I kept breathing heavily.

"Stan! Look at me!!! I am here!!" I screeched in terror, stretching my hand to grab his hand, but once again, it swayed past. I couldn't touch him. Our skin never comes into contact.

But then, he stopped walking and spun toward me.

His hazel eyes fell on me and I gasped in excitement, thinking he had started seeing me, but what happened next made me shake in wild fright. He fell dead.

Stan died and went cold, followed by the two other men with him. Their eyeballs turned creepily blue.

"Stan!!" I screamed, but then my ears began to hear cries of agony, wails, and blood-gurgling screams. I looked up and around me, seeing nothing but dead bodies piling up. Everyone of my pack members was dying in large numbers, falling off and going limp.

"No, what is happening?!!" I cried out, but the cries increased, taunting and battering my head.

Right in front of me, everyone was slumping and dying, and their dead bodies were scattered all around the ground, leaving me in terror.

With a wild run, I sped into the Royal Pack House to announce this massacre to my father, but a sudden laughter of mockery began to resonate all around the building.

As I made my way to the royal mansion, I could already see the guards outside slumping too. The terrifying part was that they would die without their eyes closing and would keep looking at me just as Stan had done. The stare was the type that was blaming me for their deaths. Even the screams echoing all around seemed to be directed at me.

Finally, I entered the sitting room of the Royal Pack, and everywhere was dead silent, with dead bodies scattered around, cold and stiff with blue eyes open.

I screamed in fear as the dead bodies seemed to be haunting. It forced me to shut my eyes, looking away.

Once again, that hoarse, sarcastic laugh began. This time it was more intense and came from the royal palace, where my father could be.

"No! No! No! This is not real!" I whimpered, sprinting erratically to the palace, as I prayed for wake. It should be a nightmare, but the more I ran forward to the palace with the laughter increasing in my head, the more I felt the sensation all over me. Everything appeared too real to be a dream.

"Here she comes!!" That was what I heard just as I kicked open the door of the palace.