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I punch him in the gut. “Kind of hard to deny what you did to Cara. You were a little too obvious about that one. But you were found with my mother’s body in your arms. Her dead body.” I grab his hair, pulling his head up so he has to look at me. “So just admit it. After all this time, aren’t you tired of denying what you did? Just admit it and I can end this torture. I’ll give you a quick death. Continue to deny it, and this,” I gesture around the room, “will continue.”
He looks at me, spitting blood at my feet. “I. Did. Not. Do. It.” He enunciates each word.
“Fine. Have it your way.” I lay into him for another 20 minutes before he’s unconscious.
“Unhook him, give him enough food and water to keep him alive.” I tell the guards watching him. “Contact me if anything changes.”
I head upstairs. The dungeons are in the basement under the packhouse. They have reinforced walls and ceilings so that anything that happens down here cannot be heard outside these walls. Werewolves are violent by nature, but that doesn’t mean that pups and pregnant mothers need to hear me beating the shit out of someone.
When I get to the top of the stairs, I find Dustin waiting for me. “What’s up?” I ask.
He looks me over before turning. “I’ll walk with you to your room, looks like you could use a shower.” I look down at myself. I’m covered in blood. I hadn’t even realized it. I quickly look up to see that there is no one in the part of the packhouse. I would need to be more careful.
Dustin gives me an update on warrior training, patrols, and rogue attacks as we walk to my room.
I still feeling like something is crawling under my skin. The feeling has been getting worse lately. I had thought that capturing Eli would help. When it didn’t, I had hoped that beating the shit out of him and getting a confession would help. The confession hasn’t come but the beatings have done nothing to ease this feeling.
I hop in the shower as Dustin continues to update me on the pack status. When I get out, he’s looking at me and I don’t like the look in his eyes. “What?” I ask.
“You know what. You’re crashing Liam. You’re starting down the road to going feral. You need to choose a Luna and take a mate. You can’t continue this pace alone.”
“I had a Luna.” I snarl at him. “She didn’t want me.”
“Wrong.” He says. He’s the only member of my pack that is able to challenge me and get away with it. It’s because he’ll challenge me that he’s my Beta. “She chose her fated mate. If he hadn’t been her mate, you don’t know what her choice would have been. It’s been six months Liam. It’s time to start thinking about who would make a good mate for you and Luna for this pack.’
I turn to him, slamming my fist on the bathroom counter. “You don’t think I know that? You don’t think I’ve looked? That I’ve tried to find someone who I think is worthy to run this pack with me? I started running this pack long before I became Alpha. I know the pressure, the responsibility that comes with this job. Do you think there is a she-wolf in this pack that could handle that? Handle me?”
“What about Alpha Christopher’s daughter? She’s an alpha by blood. She’s been trained to be a Luna all her life.” He says quietly.
I look at him like he has two heads. “That meek, mild little thing? How the hell am I supposed to take someone like that to my bed? I need a partner, someone that can match me in strength, someone who is fierce, not just a Luna who orders. napkins when we run out.” I push past him, walking into my closet to get dressed.
“I’m going into the city to find someone to stick my dick in. Someone not from our pack. Tomorrow…”
I’m cut off as the patrols mind link both Dustin and me. “Alpha, Beta. We have a breach at the border.”
“Rogues?” Dustin asks.
“Well, it’s A rogue, but you need to come.”
“Xavior, you can’t handle a single rogue on your own?”
“It’s not that Beta. Please, can one of you just come, or better yet, both of you.”
Dustin and I look at each other. “I’ll take care of it.” He says, but I’m already shaking my head.
“I’ll come.”
We head out, jogging to the border where the breach has happened. We’re almost there when the most delicious scent of raspberries and cream hits my nose. Cyran, who has been mostly quiet since Cara’s birthday, sits up in my head. Cyran?’
He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his interest in this rogue. As we walk to where they have the prisoner, I can see that one of my men has a woman in his arms. As soon as I see her, a vicious snarl erupts from of my chest. Cyran pushes forward taking an aggressive stance pack mate. Dustin moves in front of me. “Alpha?” He asks.
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“Mate.” Cyran says before pushing past Dustin and snatching her out of Xavior’s arms.
I look down at the small, frail girl in my arms. Her skin is so pale it’s almost opaque. Her white hair is in tangles around her face. Her face is gaunt as if she hasn’t eaten in too long. From what I can see around the jacket that is her only clothing, her body is riddled with puncture wounds.
‘Cyran, is she human?’
I pull her closer, inhaling her scent. ‘No, she’s not human, but her wolf is silent, absent.’
It wouldn’t matter if she was human. She’s my mate, the one the Moon Goddess made for me. I don’t care who or what she is, she’s mine now.
Her scent, her delicious scent, has immediately eased the uncomfortable feeling that has been eating at me for months. It’s like my body just remembered that it belongs inside my skin and has stopped fighting against itself. A peace that I’ve never felt before washes over me.
“Mate.” I repeat.
Current Day
I’ve lost track of how many years I have been in this hell. The feeding room, aptly named on my first night, is where I am taken every night. Every night the humans are brought in to feed on. Every missing person that is never found, every runaway child, even many of the individuals that are trafficked are captured and killed by vampires.
The night after I arrived, Sebastian chose his feeder. Surprisingly, he didn’t kill her. She has been here as long as I have. Unfortunately for her, he has no problem raping her while he’s feeding. She stopped crying a long time ago. Most of the humans don’t survive the first night. If they do, they never survive the second. I’ve been forced to watch every day as men, women, children, elderly, it doesn’t matter, they are brought in, used, fed on and in some instances when the vampires become overcome with bloodlust, ripped apart.
The sounds of screaming, crying, pleading, and dying have become the music that I am forced to listen to day after endless day. There was only one time when I was given a reprieve from being fed on. When another vampire coven came to visit, Prince Keenan thought to share me with the royalty of the visiting coven. I nearly died from the loss of blood. Prince Keenan had to kill the other vampire in order to get him off me, ripping him away from my neck, barely missing my carotid artery.
I was given three days to rest. The only three days of rest I’ve had since I arrived here so many years ago. Sometimes when I’m being fed on, I wonder what it is that I’ve done to deserve this. My life has been anything but easy. Alessia is rarely in my head anymore. In the beginning, she was strong and able to heal me quickly. Over time, my bite marks have started to scar, and she is only able to heal the worst of my puncture wounds. The marks are everywhere on my body, wherever Prince Keenan chooses to feed on me. They are on my arms, my legs, my breasts, my inner thighs, my backside. Anywhere and everywhere he has wanted to feed on me he h?s.
I learned early on not to fight it. If I fight him, he kills someone. He won’t hurt me, he won’t kill me. In some ways he’s become addicted to my blood. So, he won’t do anything to me. But he makes sure I know that whatever he does to someone else is because I defied him. So, I learned not to defy him.
It doesn’t mean he doesn’t kill. He does, almost every night. I just know that there is nothing that I can do to prevent it.
The massive orgies that take place nightly are disgusting to watch. Vampires really do love to have sex with whoever they are feeding on. They don’t care how much they hurt them. Most seem to prefer it if their food is in pain. The crying and screaming seems to only incite them in their blood lust.
Sebastian’s girl is the only one that is different. She and I have created a bond. After the second night, I realized that Sebastian wasn’t going to kill her. He didn’t mind hurting her, he raped her nightly as he fed on her, but he never injured her so badly that it killed her. She eventually ended up in a room similar to mine. I’ve seen her as we are being escorted to the feeding room at night.
She had been there several months before we made eye contact. Maybe it was because I needed a distraction, maybe because she was the only one to have survived so long. Maybe we were both curious about the only other person in the room that was left alive night after night. She had given up crying and pleading. She, like me, learned to take it and get through it.
On this night, Prince Keenan was between my legs, feeding on my inner thigh, hist disgusting tongue licking me. He had someone bent over and was raping them as he fed on me, one hand holding them down, the other holding my thigh to his mouth. I could hear the sounds of their pain and suffering as he continued his relentless pounding, grunting his pleasure as he fed on me.
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I was searching for an escape from the madness, when my eyes locked with hers. Sebastian had her up against the wall, feeding on her while he pounded into her. We stared at each other, holding onto the others’ gaze like a lifeline. As she looked at me, she silently said, “I’m here.” My heart fluttered and I returned her words with my own silent words, “You’re not alone.”