Chapter 4

FANE’S POV

Colt shoved me into the cell and jammed it shut before me. My lips trembled with pleas as I gripped the cold rusted rod watching him work the locks.

“You little slut!” He sneered and turned the key, “You have one good thing, and like always you ruined it. You are fucking useless and a slut!”

He walked out and I ran a hand through my hair in disbelief. I shook my head and shut my eyes. Just one night that I decided to be reckless, this happened. Why did it always have to be me?

Casteel fucked my stepmummy over and over again and they weren’t caught, when I did, it suddenly became a problem.

I clutched my head in my hand as I crumpled on the cold hard ground—just my sour luck for being reckless and sleeping there. I wished I regretted what I did, but I did not. Not the tiniest bit.

Casteel deserved it; no, he deserved more than that. It wasn’t as if he was the perfect mate and a saint, he wasn’t. I wondered if my father knew his precious wife was getting fucked by a man younger than him.

Maybe I should tell him, see how he would like it. I hugged my legs as I tried to shake off the sheer look of disappointment on my father’s face. Could I do that to him? Most importantly, who would believe me?

I’ve once again disappointed him, not that it was a surprise, but it was the way I kept the streak.

The room was dark; it was hard to tell the time in here. I only knew it was late when my stomach growled.

“You can’t fail like this. You are the alpha princess. Be strong,” I told myself as the hunger tripled. Hunger wasn’t the only thing, I was thirsty as well, dying of thirst, plus the hangover from the intake of alcohol.

It also wasn’t a good thing that I drank, and of all things, whisky that contained 40% alcohol. What the hell was I thinking? I closed my eyes and I tentatively remembered how the Alpha had fucked me, lost himself in it, and even poured the drink on me and now he couldn’t remember me?

Why did I have such bad luck with men? My father, brother, mate and hook up too.

I was in the shorts they found me in, so when they threw me into the cell, it was in the same shirt. The cell became cold, causing me to shiver and wrap my arms around my body. I folded in two as if that would make the cold stop.

Suddenly I heard the lock of my cell rattle and then I saw the last person who could single-handedly make this worse, the one who cursed all this.

“Casteel!” I spat the name not in the way I intended. The cold and hunger made my usual careful demeanor bleed and now I was snappy.

He stood inside my cell watching with judging eyes as if he were better. “Why? Just why did you have to be a slut?!” His tone was sharp and vicious.

I sat up in the cell, gritting my teeth.

“I took you in despite all your shortcomings, bad luck, and overall weird personality. I mean your own family doesn't accept you and I did and that’s how you pay me? Why?”

Goodness! Anyone hearing him now would think he was the victim. The poor mate who got cheated on.

With my strength waning, my thoughts were brutal. I didn’t trust myself with the right choice of words. I’ve already been reckless once, and I did not want to spit another word that I would regret.

When all this was over, if it would be over, I needed somewhere to return to, and as much as I hated myself and loathed Casteel, he was that shelter I had to return to. Because with his well-built facade of a personality, he was the perfect epitome of a perfect mate.

People would pity him, but they wouldn’t be so hostile to me. So I bit my tongue to stay quiet.

“You just had to parade yourself, Alpha princess around despite having guests, do you not have shame?” He squatted before me. When I didn’t reply he gripped my chin and yanked me forward.

“Tell me why did you cheat? Were you horny or was he that good?”

I already had the reply ready on my tongue before he added, “As a whore I bet it was one of the guards, servants. Whore rarely has taste or class?”

My eyes stung with tears, but I held them back. I'm the alpha princess. Don’t cry. Don’t allow him to see you weak. That’s what he wants. I told myself repeatedly.

“Have you always been faithful?” I asked after his little peevish speech. My hollow eyes met his and I saw him flinch before he composed himself.

“You slut!” He shoved me hard against the wall. “You cheat and break our sacred bond and now you want to what? Accuse me of doing the same?”

I dropped my head in resignation. He jumped to his feet. “I will make you regret hurting my wolf and me!” He turned and left the cell. Locking it.

I really contemplated revealing that he had been cheating after his dramatic appearance here. But who am I kidding, no one would believe me. It would be considered blasphemy against the perfect Casteel.

When I couldn’t hold myself anymore against hunger, thirst, and cold I lay down on the ground, curled up.

Then I heard the cells rattle again.

Another visitor?

The cologne of the visitor hit me first and the moans and monstrous cock filled my head. It was him. Alpha Rhyan. The alpha that denied me to my face.

My stomach twisted and so did my face. He was on the list of my enemies now.

“What are you doing here, Apha?”

He tsked his tongue in a disapproving manner. “You weren’t this snappy last night.”

My eyes widened. So he did remember last night. Even if I knew it was impossible there was a little part in me that thought perhaps he didn’t recognize, or he was even slightly blind and he did not know it was me.

But it was a lie. He knew all along and this went to prove just how stupid and naive I was. I scoffed at myself. At this point, I was literally a pushover.

He shook his head once again and took my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “The alpha princess,” he hummed like he was contemplating his next words.

“The princess who killed her mother, cursed, a disappointment to her father and pack, and Casteel’s pitiful mate.”

My throat tightened and I felt the stink in my eyes return.

“I can go on and on about all the things about you.”

It hurt, the way I couldn’t explain.

“You went digging about me?” The fact that he denied me after everything was terrifying and now he went digging about me?

“I have a proposition,” he said amidst my fuming, blatantly ignoring me. “You have to agree to what it is when the time comes.”

I barked out a humorless laugh. “And why should I? Have you forgotten that you have never seen me in your entire life?”

“Of course, I didn’t think you'd agree right away,” he said, releasing me and rising to his feet. “But it will help both of us.”

I scowled, “I strongly believe any plan of yours will help both of us out.”

“One of the things you’ll get is to get away from here with my help of course when you agree to it.” He watched me silently, and I knew he knew that he had me.

Away from here, from this pack. How would it feel? It was both terrifying and really exciting as well.

I eyed him, “and what do you get in return?”

“What makes you think I want something?”

“Do I look like a kid?”

He didn’t answer, but his silence was the answer I needed. He walked over to the door and said, “You are a good fuck, Fane. The best I’ve had, if I might add.”

My throat dried, unable to say anything as he left.

That fucker! Those— ahh I wanted to scream, hit my head against the wall but then his words echoed in the back of my mind.

“The best I’ve had.”