I don't know how long I was looking at the door before it was pushed open. The force behind it almost causing it to fall from its hinges.
Jayson looked pissed off. I'm not talking pissed off in that he wants to smash up a few trees, I am talking pissed off in that he wants to rip heads from bodies. Not that I could blame him, I am sure it was Blake's job to begin the torture, but instead he's demanding my release.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Jayson shouted, his eyes moving to Blake who was still eyeing me like I was the most wonderful thing in the world. If I didn't have a set of silver handcuffs around my wrists at this moment, I would have shifted and probably killed him.
“You wouldn't have done that though because I wouldn't have allowed you to touch him.” My wolf voicing her opinion, her unwelcome opinion which wasn't going to change what I thought of Blake.
"Funny story. Turns out your Beta is my mate. Hilarious, right?" I found myself laughing as the words left my mouth but it would appear Jayson didn't have a sense of humour since he just glared at me. I swear, if looks could kill, then I would be dead right now.
"You kill my men. I couldn't care less if you were my mate, there's no way in hell I am releasing you," Jayson snapped.
"You know, given the choice between freedom in your pack and torture, torture wins every single time." I shrugged, my eyes never leaving the blue ones of the asshole who called himself an Alpha. His previously blue ones were slowly turning an impressive shade of black, but that still wasn't enough to scare me.
I had met and fought bigger Alphas than himself. Sure, he ruled over the second biggest and powerful pack in the country, but there were Alphas out there who were just as feared as he was; he would be an idiot to think otherwise.
Take Alpha Eric Jones for example. He is the Alpha of the Dark Rise pack and has shed just about as much blood as Jayson has in his reign, despite the fact Eric's pack is one the smallest in the country. Still, I fought him and he released me under the promise that I wouldn't cross his borders again - a promise I kept, other than the time I deliberately caught myself caught so that I could ask Eric for help.
But that's a story for another time. A story which is best time when a more appropriate time called for it to be told.
"You will speak. Even if I have to drag you to the point of death to make you speak," Jayson retorted. I could tell that he was doing everything within his power not to shift which is why I was having this much fun.
"You should try something different. Alpha Parker and Alpha David already did that to me." I chuckled, the amusement covering my face and I wasn't even attempting to hide it.
"You are really pushing your luck," Jayson replied.
"Seriously? I am only just doing that? I must be slacking," I said, the sarcasm dripping for every single word I spoke.
“If he kills us, I am coming back, and I will kill you again.” My wolf was pretty much growling in annoyance at me now. I am sure if it was a real person then it would have slapped sense into me by now but, since it was trapped under the surface, I could continue to ignore its advice.
"I want you to leave, Blake," Jayson said through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving my own.
"Yeah, Blake. Jayson would like a friendly word with me about my reasons for killing eighty of his men," I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much.
"You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled.
Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
"I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly.
"What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any help?" Jayson mused and I took a moment to look across at Blake.
He was probably only an inch or two taller than I was, his dirty blond hair was all over the place from the number of times he had run his hands through it while we were waiting for Jayson to arrive and I would be lying if I said his muscles didn't look impressive in the shirt he was wearing.
He literally looked like he was ready to attack Jayson the moment he put a finger on any part of my body. His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more.
"Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation.
"There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence.
"If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twelve to fight." I grinned at the simple fact.
Jayson stalked across the room to where I was sitting and I could feel the anger radiating off him with each step he dared to take towards me. I almost welcomed the violence which he was about to use only, the second he raised his hand, Blake was already in front of me and had taken the hit for himself.
"Don't touch her." I heard Blake growl. I looked between the two men and I was sure Jayson would win in a fight, but then Blake was pissed because he had dared to touch me, so I wouldn't put it past him to be able to kick Jayson's ass right now.
"Leave," Jayson stated.
"I want her released," Blake demanded, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, like he was just about ready to punch Jayson for demanding that he leave.
“This is your fault. You should have kept your mouth shut.” My wolf reprimanded me and I simply shook my head, but I knew that wasn't going to be enough for her, not when Blake was in danger and she could feel the things he could feel.
This whole mate thing was really fucked up. I didn't want to feel his pain or know that he cared about me the moment he laid eyes upon me in this room. I didn't even want to belong to this man, but there was something inside me which was preventing me from fully rejecting him as my mate.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that I wouldn't get a second chance at this and it would be pointless to waste it now I knew who the hell he was or perhaps it was because part of me knew what was coming and knew he was going to suffer the very same as I was or perhaps I was just intrigued enough to hang on to a little bit of hope for the two of us.
Whatever the reason was, full-blown rejection wasn't even an option. Not now that I had seen him for the first time because a connection had been formed, I simply wasn't going to act on the connection in the way people expected me to act.
"There's no way in hell that's going to happen. I want information from her and then she can spend the rest of her days locked down here, like the rest of the scum we capture," Jayson's voice was so full of hatred and venom that I was surprised he didn't kill me right now.
"Scum? That's a new one. Not heard that before," I spoke up to remind the two of them that I was still here while they were having a battle of egos with each other.
"If you even think of touching her, I will kill you Jayson. That's not even a threat, that's a damn promise," Blake managed to say. I was impressed to see that he was brave enough to take a step closer to the man who had the power to banish him if he continued to speak out of term.
"I do like a good murder. Can I have front row tickets?"
“Will you keep that mouth of yours shut. You're being childish and petty now.” I was getting more and more pissed off with the words of my wolf. Just because I couldn't shift didn't mean she had the right to comment on every little thing about me.
"The only person who will be dying is you," Jayson finally pushed Blake away with such force that when Blake hit the wall behind him, a new dent appeared and I must admit I did like a man with strength.
"Either kill me or stop threatening to do it. It's just boring now," I replied. I didn't have the time to register what was happening before I felt Jayson's hand around my throat, his strength pinning me against the wall as grip tightened and I struggled for breath.
I could see black dots appearing in the corner of my eyes as tears blurred what little vision I actually had left. I was amazed it had taken this long for Jayson to lose his temper, but I was impressed at his tolerance level for my sarcasm.
I was sure he continued to tighten his grip and the black dots soon vanished. I was greeted with the welcoming sense of darkness and I didn't bother fighting against it. For the first time since I formulated my revenge plan, I didn't bother fighting against the inevitable.
When I finally woke up, my throat was killing me. I was sure there were bruises there and I guess it was my own fault. I used words and sarcasm when I'm under pressure. It's a natural reflex to conversations I didn't want to have and it was my way of protecting myself from the world around me. The only people I had ever spoken to were my family. They were the only ones who really understood me and actually knew what it was like to be in my head. They helped me when I had no one and I hated that they were gone. I hated that I couldn't just speak to them and ask for them advice. I hated that they weren't just round the corner from me so that they could tell me what was the right thing to do, tell me that what I had planned was the wrong thing to be doing because it would make me just as bad as they were. In fact, I hated that they were dead and I was alone in the world. The only person I actually had was my mate and I didn't want anything to do with him right now. I couldn't just jum
I couldn't stop pacing up and down. All my thoughts were consumed by the woman on the other side of the door, the woman who was in the room with the man who would have been successful in killing her had I not stopped him. I had never felt anger like I did in that moment. The only thing on my mind was murdering Jayson. Murdering the man who was my best friend and had been there for me through all the shit my father had put me through; I was prepared to murder my Alpha because he dared to touch my mate. At twenty-five, I never thought I would find my mate. I had pretty much accepted that I was going to spend the rest of my life alone while everyone else around me found their happiness. Jayson had found his mate the moment he turned nineteen and, at twenty, Jackson still has time to find his without too much worry. Unlike my father, who seemed to think having a mate was pointless, I actually wanted to f
Sleep last night refused to come. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't will myself to want to to fall asleep and forget the memories of yesterday. Instead, I spent the entire night pacing my cell, wondering whether I was making the right choices or not.I had seven different Alphas who had given me their support, who had promised me that they would fight with me when the appropriate time came to take down the Moon Shadow pack. One night here thoigh and I was already questioning what I had actually gotten myself in for.I knew they needed to pay and I wanted my revenge for the death of my entire family, but waging war against an entire pack probably wasn't the right way to actually go about it, not when innocent people were going to pay the price of someone else's mistake.Women and children would die. The blood of innocent men would be shed. Families would be destroyed. And I would have to live with that, I would have
I almost regretted saying the words the moment I had said them, but it was too late to take them back now and the truth was out there. Jackson knew the reason I wasn't ready to accept Blake and I am sure he was going to report that back to him when he was done here.I could see the wheels in his head turning as he put everything together in his mind. Jackson didn't seem like an idiot, in fact he came across as someone who was highly intelligent and clearly knew what he was doing, but I am sure he was forming his own opinions on what I had told him.In fact, he was probably waiting for the right moment to tell me that I was being childish and that it was time for me to grow the hell up. He was going to tell that Blake was nothing to do with what his father did and that I shouldn't blame him, that I should just give him a chance.But it wasn't that simple for someone like me. I couldn't simply trust someone b
I had been in this place a week now and every singe day had been the same. I would be put in my cell at night with a decent meal as Blake had demanded and the following morning Jackson would come to speak to me for two hours each morning, before I was thrown back in the cells again.I hadn't seen or spoken to Blake again, but Jackson always told me that Blake said hello and three days after our conversation, Blake told Jackson that he understood why I couldn't accept him and that he didn't blame me for my reasons.Today was no different, other than the fact Jayson was also in the interrogation room with Jackson, only he didn't look as scary as he did when we first met a week ago. In fact, for a man who had to run an entire pack, he looked pretty relaxed today and I was sure there was something else going on."If it isn't the Big Bad Alpha. I was wondering when I would be seeing you again," I actually laughed as I sat down opposite Jayson and Jackson
If there is one thing I hate more than anything it's people who lie. I will never understand people who lie because the truth always comes out in the end and then everyone hates you for lying in the first place. I had spent an entire week with Ellie. We had actually become pretty good friends with each other in that short amount of time so to know she was lying to me actually hurt like a bitch. I told her she could trust me, but it would seem she's still struggling to understand that concept even though I have done nothing to show her otherwise. At twenty I am younger than both Jayson and Blake. They have lived for almost six years longer than I have but even they admit that I have more sense than the both of them combined. I'm the one who brings normality and stability to our friendship, Blake brings the humour and witty comments while Jayson brings the moodiness and serious amount of arrogance which goes with being an Alpha. &n
I walked out of the dungeon without making so much as a sound, I even mind linked with the guards to tell them that they needed to shut the door silently. They followed through with the instruction without question, knowing that something serious had happened. I was going through a whirlwind of emotions as I made my way to the pack house. This was too much to deal with in one day, Ellie being a traitor, only she wasn't really a traitor because she was trying to stop her past from catching up with her now. The rogue wasn't actually a rogue and was set to be the future Alpha of a pack, so the only thing actually keeping her in that cell was the fact every single bar had been coated with silver. She could transform into her wolf in the cell but she wouldn't be able to escape from the cell.
If there weren't any silver bars between the bitch next to me and myself, I definitely would have given a shot at attempting to kill her. Sure, it would have been futile because she has Alpha genes and I am rogue, but I would have given it my best shot and done as much damage as possible. I didn't want to upset Jackson or put myself back in Jayson's bad books, but I also couldn't open my mouth to tell them the truth. I would rather they died in battle, protecting their pack from my idiocy, than have them murdered for my idiocy. Either way, they were probably going to end up dead and it was going to be my fault that they were dead. It was my fault that an entire pack were going to be murdered and there was nothing I could to stop it from happening. For the last two hours I had attempted to sleep but, every single time I closed