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Ding! The sound made me jump. Where did that come from? Suddenly, a metal door next me to opened up, revealing a large plate of eggs, sausage and fresh toast. The door was so tiny that no human could fit in it. Sticking my head in it, it was just a metal box so I couldnt even see up the shaft. My stomach rumbled at the sight of food. Eating who keep my stanima up and help my hand. I made the mistake of grabbing the plate with my hurt hand. “Ooooowwww!!” I yelled as I dropped the plate. The food went everywhere as I held my hand against my chest. I felt more anger at myself but cussing out Waylon helped too. Now I am picking strambled eggs off the floor and my breakfast is ruined. Putting it back in the metal box, I just walked back to my chair. Surely, Waylon would have felt my pain? 15 fucks hours later, still no fucking Waylon. I was going insane in this room. I didn’t have my phone, no computer, or no pen or pencils. I’ve been toying around with an idea but I hadnt had the co
Charlotte POV “I’m taking a shower.” Waylon stated before going into the bathroom. I heard the lock click and was almost offended. Did he really think I was going to just in there and fuck him in the shower? I did want to shower, myself but not with him. Sighing, I sat down on the couch. My heart was racing too much. I couldn’t believe I was actually giving him a chance to help me. It went against everything I prided myself on. After what felt like hours, I couldn’t sit there anymore. Standing up, I started walking around, looking at the pictures on the wall. A younger version of him with who I assumed was his parents, standing on the beach. Another of just him holding a trophy. Then he was older with his arm around a couple guys. Next one was him standing by a girl with his arm around her shoulders. “That’s my sister, before you get too jealous.” Waylons voice scared me as I jumped back. “Damn, don’t do that!” I snapped at him. ‘“Don’t be so jumpy.” “Excuse me? I have been
Waylon POVAxel somehow managed to get his hands on the files. “There it is. The entire file.” Slapping the thick folder on my desk. “Damn.” I said as I opened it. At the same time, my office door flew open. Jessica stormed in before I could say anything. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Her eyes looked murderous as she tossed me my phone. I was completed bewildered as I looked at it. “What? Something wrong with my phone? Is that why she isn’t responding?” “You are so stupid Waylon Jenkins! Look at your messages!” Glancing at Axel, he shrugged as I opened my phone. The first thing to show was messages from Jasmine. “Hey sexy, I’m going shopping, need anything?”“Cant wait for our usually Friday date night!”“I decided to forgive you. The love we share is too great to let something that silly get in the way.” I got five more all along those lines. Each one left on read. I saw red and by the time I got to the end, I threw my phone against the wall, shattering it. “Fucking damnit
“What are you going to do?” I asked. “What do you mean?” Jessica asked. “You can’t fight the royals. That would mean you take them to court. That they fiance.” I reminded them. “We can’t not look into this.” Jessica pushed. I could tell she felt strongly about this. “Look, you gave me what I needed. Closure that I didn’t do this, that it was set up, but you can’t possibly think you could win against the royals.” Dropping the papers, I put sone distance between myself and them. The three of them looked at me... Almost defeated. They knew they couldn’t win. “Don’t you want to be free of this? To not hide anymore? Not look over your shoulder every second?” Jessica had tears in her eyes. She had no idea. “Not at the expense of this pack.” Shaking my head violently. I can’t get attached. I needed to stay strong and closed off. Taking a deep breath, I continued. “Thank you for this, Axel but I do not want to move forward. I want to just reject each other and move in to the next city.
My eyes studied hers as I tried to figure out what I was going to do. The need to protect Charlotte was there. My time was running out as I could hear the foot steps penetrate my pack house. Anger filled me as I realized I was backed into a corner. “She’s here?” Patrick said completely shocked. “ALPHA WAYLON!” The voice of the head of criminal deparement yelled. Ethan Watson. A complete dick in every way. Only cared about his image and finally bring in the elusive princess would be the arrest of his career. My office door flew open as I straightened up. I was fucking livid. “Ethan. You and I both know that you do not have the jurisdiction to come barging into my house and into my office!” “When I get word that you are harboring thr missing princess that is charged with thr desth of her parents, I can. Patrick, what are you doing here?” Ethan turned to look at him. “Assisting with a different matter that is none of your concern.” I said threw gritted teeth. “Are you Jasime? The
Charolette POV I can’t believe how stupid I was. To think I was even starting to trust him! My mate was nothing but a back stabbing, low life weasel! The imagine of Jasmine back in Waylons arms was too much. It was one thing when I thought he didnt want me and we were going to go our separate ways but then he manipulated me. He got me to take my wall down just to betray me. Looking around, my reward for thinking my mate could actually care about me was slapping me in the face. A twin size cot with worn out white see-through sheets. A single pillow with an equally thin pillowcase. A metal toilet sat against the wall with a sink beside it. My new room measured 4×6 feet and only a tiny window to stare out of. The wrought iron door kept me from my desires. Freedom. As my head hit the pillow, flashbacks of my captured kept replaying. Seeing the Royal guards storm Waylons bedroom and Jasmine with her evil, vindictive smile plastered on her face was enough to make my blood boil. I should
"What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked. I had pulled my arm away from her and held my head in my hands. I was struggling try to gain composure. “Alpha Waylon! What a pleasant surprise!” Looking up, it was King Thomas stood before me. Standing up, I shook his hand politely. Even though I wanted nothing more than to bash his head in. “It had been awhile since I have attended and after recent events, I felt it was a good faith to come support the palace.” The lie tasted bitter. “We defiantly owe you some gratitude for keeping her occupied till we were able to get down there. It seems she is a slippery one. What can you expect though!” He laughed at his own joke. “Yes, it seems women definitely have a sneaky side to them.” I laughed at my silent dig on Jasmine. Thankfully, she was groomed to be the perfect lady in public and didn’t make a scene. Like I knew she wouldn’t. “Women are good for one thing and that is warming your bed! Am I right or am I right?” King Thomas smiled as he held his
“He asked what pack I was from and general details you can find on the internet! Don’t worry, I didn’t tarnish your pretty face. I just informed him that our pack was growing and expecting great things this next year. He was taking basic notes to do a full report on the supporters of the king.” Jasmine took a napkin and started trying to clean her dress. “Here is a new drink.” Axel placed a glass of something red in front of her. My lack of caring was pretty high. I just hoped this drug would kick in sooner than later. “I can’t fucking believe you! You did that on purpose!” Her face was flushed with anger. “It was an accident but please, keep making a scene.” Axel looked around and there was indeed people glancing our way. Jasmine dropped her napkin as she realized how loud she was being. When she went to grab it, she lost her balance and almost fell over. Thankfully, I was quick to grab her arm and help her stand up. “What the hell, Jasmine?” I asked, faking stupid. “I don’t