Taken to the cell again

AMBY'S POV

"Leave me alone", I screamed out as soon as the bodyguards held up my hands. Yes, this time I screamed. I didn’t do anything wrong and he ordered the guards to take me.

Tears of anger stung my eyes as they yanked me down the hallway like I was nothing but a sack of meat. My feet scraped along the cold tiles, my arms aching in their grip. I writhed, kicking, cursing them between sobs. I was tired of being treated like this, like dirt under their boots.

"Take her to the cells", I heard Xavier groan out again.

"Fuck you, son of a bitch", I shouted as the guards dragged me towards the hallways. Just like a criminal, they dragged me mercilessly then threw me into a dark room.

The moment my body hit the stone floor, pain jolted through my side. I winced, but forced myself up, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the dim, musty space.

This time the cell was different—not the one I was in before.

It was a round room with chains hanging on the wall. The air was damp and suffocating, thick with the scent of blood, rust, and decay. With angry growls, they quickly chained my wrists. The cuffs were cold iron, biting into my skin as they snapped them closed. I hissed in pain but didn’t cry out. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

They walked out after and closed the door behind their backs. The slam of the iron door echoed in my chest like a drum of finality. Alone. Again.

A few minutes went by, each second dragging like an hour, before I heard keys turning in the lock. My breath caught in my throat. Shockingly, that was accompanied by whines and cries from a girl on the other side.

The door flew open, and someone threw a tiny figure in the room. She landed on the floor like a rag doll, her fragile form curling up instantly.

I gasped in disbelief, my heart lurching. "Whitney", I gasped out and then I quickly slid my hands from the hoops—thank the Moon Goddess they weren’t secured tightly—and crawled quickly to where she was. The chains clinked and rattled behind me as I moved.

She lifted her head slowly toward me, and the sight of her busted lip and pink cheek made me see red. Rage bubbled inside my chest, raw and ugly.

Whitney was my closest friend among the omegas, and I was now wondering why the hell she was brought here.

"Oh my god, Amby", she threw herself into my arms, her small frame trembling. "You alive, I heard what happened to your baby", she cried into my shoulder and I smoothed her hair.

Her words struck like a hammer. I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the pain of my loss ripple through me again.

"I'm okay, but then... what did you do wrong? Why have they brought you here? Who did this to you?" I asked in a hushed whisper, my hands running over her arms as if I could somehow erase the bruises.

"I don't know too, I was just in the kitchen washing utensils, then out of the blue, the beta entered and asked the other omegas who was so close to you when you were around", she said, sniffing.

As soon as she said so, it immediately hit me hard. She was going to be tortured all because of me. The Alpha always wanted to watch me suffer. His cruelty knew no bounds.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna get you out of this cell", I murmured, hugging her tightly.

"I did nothing, Amby. The beta just grabbed—" Before she could complete the sentence, the door, out of the blue, flew open and the bodyguards entered.

"I'm afraid", Whitney said in a hushed whisper. Her grip on me tightened, and her small frame quivered like a leaf in the wind.

"Why did you do that to her, you son of a bitch? She has done nothing wrong", words escaped out of my mouth as soon as I saw the guards walk in.

"Language", one of them replied in a harsh voice, but I glared at him with defiance. I wasn’t afraid—not anymore.

"Have you heard what he said?" When I continued to glare at the bastard, one of the guards made his way to us.

When he leaned down to my level, I punched him with all my strength on his nose. He fell back from the impact, holding onto his nose and staring at me in disbelief, alarmed and maybe shocked. He didn't see that coming. My knuckles were burning from the impact. I felt like I broke my own hand. I had taken a pretty good time without punching anyone.

I trusted my powers because soon his nose dripped with blood.

"Alpha Xavier is here", I heard them talk. My heart began to pound even faster at that.

"He has said that we should let her friend free", one of the guards murmured.

"I'm not going to go anywhere without you, Amby. I no longer have friends. Chloe mistreats me", she began to sob.

"Whitney, dear", I held her face in my hands, wiping her tears with my thumb. "Just leave it to me. I will deal with her", I went on.

She shook her head and cried more. "Amby, let's go together", she continued to cry.

"Listen, Whitney, this isn't the time to throw a tantrum. You need to listen to me. I will come soon. I won't rest till I crash down Chloe's pride", I whispered softly, trying to mask the trembling in my voice. I knew Chloe—that omega—very well. She always wanted to beat Whitney.

She just fought me in response. "Amby", I gave her one last hug before I ordered her to get the fuck up and follow the guard. She was sobbing frantically but she ended up following him.

The guard who remained stared at me in the dark, grimed wall.

"I thought I chained you", he simply observed, amused, and I swallowed. I didn't have time for him.

The walkie-talkie soon screeched and without wasting any second, he took it out.

"I have Alpha Xavier on the line", the woman's voice called back.

"Alright, put me on", he answered.

I heard some static noise on the other side before it all stopped.

"Yes", Alpha Xavier's voice spoke over, and I shivered all over.

"Alpha, everything has been done. Her friend has been taken", he informed him.

"Kill the one who has left", my world instantly shattered down when I heard that.

"Did he say that?" Just as I was wondering, the guard put his walkie-talkie back in his jacket, then he turned my way with his dark demeanor engulfing me like a void.

"Finally, he doesn't need you anymore", he smirked.

"You have no solution. Don't mind if I do", he grinned and I shivered in my place. As he started walking over to me, I noticed him looking at my chest and I just knew the moments prior to my death were going to be a nightmare. I could sense his intentions. And I was going to fight him. I didn't want his stupidity on me.

I tried to fight but unfortunately for me, he had the weight advantage. He wrapped both arms around me in a bear hug and used his body as leverage to force me to the ground. I landed hard on my back, the air rushing from my lungs. Black spots blurred my vision until I could reorient myself. I bucked and writhed, twisting and turning to throw him off.

He wrapped his arms and legs around me tighter.

"Hold still, bitch!"

My claws came out. I scratched him down his face, drawing long trails of blood. He roared and repositioned his body to grab both of my arms and forced them above over my head. His canines came out, menacing and long.

"Stop fighting me, or I'll tear out your throat!"

He gathered both of my wrists in one of his big hands and used the other to wipe the blood from his face. He hissed, "Aren't you just an omega? Why do you have a lot of power?"

"You have no idea," I snapped back, my voice low and trembling with fury.

Suddenly, his expression changed, shocking me.

It went from anger to desire.

I stiffened beneath him, a whole new fear flowing through me. Abruptly, his hand slid up my shirt and pushed under my bra. He rolled and pinched my nipple between his calloused fingers. A grunt of pleasure came from his chest.

Shit, he was really going to violate me! I had to do something to stop him and panted, "If I were you, I would have stopped. He'll kill you... your Alpha... for touching me!", I stammered when he gripped my neck.

"He already ordered for your deat—", I punched him furiously, cutting him off mid-sentence.

He stumbled back, groaning, and that was my clue to run away from the cell.

I ran quickly to my room before the guards could catch me. My heart thundered in my chest, and my lungs burned with every breath.

I wanted to shower first, then deal with the Alpha later and ask him why he brought Whitney in my cell.