CHAPTER TWO: CAPTIVE

JASMINE

Feeling groggy I could only hear indistant sounds, that wolf had knocked me out. As I came to be, my vision was dark, I feel a cloth covering my eyes, I try to move my hand but pain explodes from my right shoulder.

"Mmmmn" I groaned out loud.

Fuck! My shoulder seems to be broken and from the pain it is taking it's sweet time to mend. I was sitting on the most uncomfortable chair that my butt unfortunately had to grace, my hands tied behind the chair in a tight knot. My legs tied to the front legs of the chair and thanks to the Sun-moon flower tea they didn't even think of using silver chains or cuffs on me.

" The mutt should be awake by now" a muffled voice said.

I must be in an enclosed room and from the stuffy feeling in my chest, there are no windows at all.

" Don't think so, I hit her so hard on the head, she should take another hour or so" Another muffled voice says.

" Who knew an alpha wolf could be easy to capture, I thought she would put up a fight" the other muffled voice continued, this time it sounded smug.

" That's because she was drugging herself, and she is not trained like you. Our pack specially trains it's warriors, Did you really think you would put up a fight if she was at her prime, especially with that old hag as her guardian, she would sever your spine" the first voice says thick with disdain.

The second guy keeps quiet, and if I'm right, he was the one who attacked me. And the old hag, are they talking about Daisy, and from the way they talked about her, she should be very powerful.

" Still trying to track that old hag, she's a slippery one, she escaped two of our raids In Miami and Chicago and vanished out of thin air" A third voice muttered, saltiness and annoyance lacing his voice.

They went after Daisy?

Who are these people, are they hunters or a pack who wants to expand their territory and are driving out rogue.

No. That won't explain them chasing after Daisy all the way from Miami to Chicago.

Maybe they are her enemies of hers, she has been a lone wolf for over twenty years, she did tell me that there were times her wolf went feral and attacked single pack wolves before she met me.

These wolves might have just taken me to threaten her. But it still does not make this situation anymore favourable to me.

I've heard tales of what happens to a lone wolf when In the hands of a pack and from the sounds of it, this pack should be very big.

" When we catch her I want to be the first to tear into her" the Man I recognize as my captor says malice thick in his voice, I can feel his wolf pull back it's lips showing his fangs in aggression matching that of of his human counterpart.

My heart drops to my stomach, the aggression wasn't fake.

they are out for blood.

We haven't done anything to these people and daisy is a sweet old lady, she couldn't have done anything wrong.

" And I can't believe she hid that mutt in our territory"

My heart stopped.

Me?

" For years we searched for that mangled wolf pup only to be tipped off that she is in our territory.

The old lady was really smart, hide in plain sight, she is very cunning "

Are they really talking about me.

No. I grew up in an orphanage, I met daisy when I was eight when my wolf showed. She was attracted my the call of my juvenile wolf in search for it's pack.

It couldn't be me.

" Even had the nerve to put her in the sunshine orphanage dedicated to our dead Alpha female " the third man spat out.

Blood rushed to my head as terror filled my very being, I can't refute that, I was the only wolf shifter and supernatural in that orphanage, the small hope that I had that they were looking for someone else died down like fire meeting water.

The sound of footsteps down the hallway brought me back.

" Is she awake" a deep timbre voice asked.

I could hear the dominance in his voice, he should be someone of high status in the pack, or maybe their leader.

" She should be, Alpha" guy number one answers. The flattery and respect in his voice was worlds apart from the disdain and dismissal he used on my captor.

The sound of a door unlocking came and the annoying squeaking sound of a rusted door followed.

A cacophony of scents rushed into the room, my senses are dull but the thick scents of their pheromones was stinging my nose. Aggression and malice filled the air, stabbing the back of my throat like a needle.

Out of all the scents, one was less annoying and more delicious to my taste.

My wolf stirred in my chest, although weak, she woke up curious about the scent but instead was met with aggression her fur bristled and began giving out warning growls, I soon found myself mirroring with growls of my own.

I was responded with a chuckle, deep timbre rumbling in the chest.

Laughing at my attempt of aggression.

" So this is the sole surviving heir of the House of D'Arvenzi famed for having a connection with the Goddess" the my mocker says his voice cold with a tinge of amusement.

" How disappointing " He spat out.

What did he mean by sole heir.

I have no parents, no pack, no family.

And House D'Arvenzi sounds like a big family or pack.

If I'm really part of that pack, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have lived my life in an orphanage surviving on the arms given by hypocritical philanthropist who takes pictures of their cheerful giving to gain recognition. I wouldn't have to fight with other kids to get a penny on the floor.

My head swings wildly as the blindfold is roughly removed from my eyes. Squinting to try and adjust to the sudden influx of light, I take notes of my surroundings.

I'm surrounded.

Over a dozen wolves clustered in this little cell. Not sure if they expect me to suddenly bust with unknown energy and fight them to escape.

I again mentally slap myself for drinking the sun-moon flower tea, at least I would have a fighting chance if I didn't drink the tea.

My wolf's eyes dart around looking for a loophole, who's guard is down and how to get passed them.

It's useless.

She knows it, I know it too.

" Nice to meet you, Miss Jasmine Lunaea D'Arvenzi." Mr deep voice says.

My eyes fully adjusted to the light, I look at the owner of the voice.

He loomed over everyone with an imposing presence that commands respect, he was bulky, with muscles hidden in his slick black suit.

An Alpha.

His black hair pulled back, not a strand was out of place, his facial features, sharp with is thin lips in a straight line.

My green eyes met silvery grey.

His expression was indifferent but his eyes held amusement to the fiasco I pulled at them.

He is gorgeous , just simply Divine.

But experience has thought me that the most beautiful things are the most dangerous.

A Moth is drawn to a flame only to be burned by it.

" Which toy do you want to use first boss" someone says from the door.

Other wolves give way for him and what ever he dragged in. It's a hospital cart, the sides are stained with dried blood.

The cart is covered with a white cloth, but the blood stains on the cloth give me a hint on the toys he is talking about.

I look back to Mr deep voice, what ever he says now determines what happens to me but I'm not ready to face my fate yet.

The amusement I saw in his eyes was gone , replace by confusion then anger.

" Mate!" Mr deep voice growl out.

Me? Mate?? Is this a joke?.

" You can't have your mate now, your getting married next week!"