CHAPTER 5

MALCOLM

I paced against the floor of the dungeon with silver chains on my wrists once again and an odor of blood, shit and vomit assaulting my nose.

The heat of my anger boiled the blood in my veins and not even the cold that crept in from the cracks on the walls was enough to sate the rage building within me. The only thing I could do was the freedom I longed for and the chance to kill the bastard behind the bars.

“I'll have you released if you learn to act civilised.”

I spat on his face and gave him the most venomous look I could muster before hissing in a voice so agitated that the silver bars shook in their place.

“Fuck you,” But even when inanimate objects quivered under the sound of my voice, the dipshit Alpha still remained unfazed as he wiped the spit off his face.

“Congratulations! You just earned yourself 3 more days of time out in this dump,” he mocked with an infuriating twinkle in his eyes.

“I don't see a reason why I'm here. Your dumbass people were the ones throwing stones at me!”

“And you were the one who broke out of your chains to attack innocent pack members. It took 8 men to hold you down.”

“They started it!”

“If you were me you would have done much worse!”

“If I were you, I wouldn't be here in the first place,” he countered in a calm voice that shut me up quicker than I would like to admit but my silence wasn't enough for him.

“Was that what happened?”

“What the fuck are you on about?”

“Did the warrior you murdered also piss you off? Did he say something you didn't like? Did something you didn't like? Did he look at you funny? Was he gay? It wouldn't be the first time you killed someone for their sexuality,” He whispered the last part as he leaned closer to the bars and a teasing smile sat on his lips.

“Bet he was just as big of a scumbag as you are,”

The thin thread of self-control I had just woven back together shattered under the weight of his words and before either of us could take our next breath, my hand moved on its own accord and grabbed him by the collar before slamming him into the bars.

A surprised grunt left his lips and the smell of burning flesh drove away the foul odor of the cell causing adrenaline to pump through my veins.

“Listen here, you faggot. You have absolutely no right to talk shit about any of my pack members, dead or alive. The next time you do I'm going to…”

“Do what? Kill me? I know my death is like the number one thing on your to-do list but I'd like to see you try. You and I both know that you wouldn't do shit, not while you precious daddy is 2 footsteps away from cutting you off. So if you lay a finger on me or threaten the lives of my people ever again, I'll make sure you never see your people again, in fact, I'll make sure you never see at all.”

The smile on his face crumbled as he spoke in an eerie low voice and I gave him one last look before shoving him away from me. A good chunk of his face had begun to burn off and the look he gave me was murderous as he traced his hands over the bruised area.

“You just earned yourself 3 more days here. See you in a week,” he declared before storming out of the dungeon.

~~~

The dungeon door was pushed open and the horrid sound jolted me out of my restless daydreaming. I stood to my feet in record time preparing myself to face Riot or one of his guards.

But nothing prepared me for the woman that appeared before me.

She was breathtaking. With blond hair that looked like a piece of sunshine and blue eyes that mirrored the ocean and although I've never seen her before, she still looks awfully familiar to me. She's beautiful. A huge contrast to the dump that surrounds her.

A woman like her has no place in a dungeon.

“Hi,” her voice dripped from her lips like honey and her smile almost blinded my eyes with how bright it was.

“I'm Carla. Carla Riot, sister to Sawyer, I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some food,” she held up the tray in her hand but I stopped listening the moment she uttered her last name and the spell she casted over me was broken.

Riot? No wonder she looked familiar. She's the splitting image of her faggot brother.

“Get lost,” I spoke in a harsh tone and the smile on her lips faltered. I almost felt guilty about treating her this way before I remembered that she's a Riot and before I could finish the thought the smile was back on her face at full force.

“Feisty. I can tell we're going to be best of friends,” she explained excitedly and I almost palmed my head. I wonder which of their parents they got this stupidity from.

“Didn't you hear me, bitch? I said "get lost!” I spoke a little louder hoping that maybe now she would leave me alone. She didn't. Why I'm I even surprised?

“That's not the way you talk to a lady. Especially not the one who brings you food. Come on, you must be hungry.”

I'm starving actually but I'll be damned before I admit that to her and just as she got closer to the bars, I shot out my hand and hit the tray out of her hands. The sound of metal plates hitting the concrete ground caused her to gasp in shock and an audible silence was shared between us.

“Now would you leave?”

Her eyes darted from the mess on the ground to me and for a second I saw something shift in her bright orbs, but it was gone before I knew what it was and just like that she was back to herself.

“Yeah, I'll leave. But I need to do something first.”

I arched an eyebrow at her words but whatever smug feeling I felt died within me when she slammed her head into the bars and I could swear on my ball sack that I heard something break.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” I asked in a panic as she continued ramming her head into the bar with a sick smile on her face, it almost seemed like she was in a trance. A death trance.

After what felt like an eternity, she stopped trying to kill herself and staggered a few feet away from me with a satisfied look on her face and a demented look still lingering in her eyes.

“Why would—!” Just as I was about to question her sanity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I winced at the sound and was about telling her to shut the fuck up when the dungeon doors burst open and Sawyer along with 4 guards burst in.

Yes! Now they can drag this crazy bitch out of here.

“Carla, What happened!?”

“I…I cam..e to give him some food but I got too close and then he att…ack me

My jaw dropped lower than the depths of the ocean and the glare Sawyer sent my way said everything his mouth couldn't.

I'm fucked.

How the hell would I survive 2 years with these nutjobs?