Chapter 8: Pains of Betrayal
Rhys’s P.O.V:
I don't know how long it has been, but it felt like eternity since I was left bleeding and chained to the dungeon walls. Zyane had tried to make small talk with me but I made it very clear that it was because of his mate that we're even in this hell hole.
I haven't told him that the white haired women was my potential mate. I haven't confirmed it with her yet, so I wasn't even sure if she felt the bond at all. It felt so ironic thinking that not even a week ago, I was the one being lectured about finding my potential mate and settling down for the stability of the pack. And now, Karma the Bitch has bit me in the ass with all her might and my mate just turned out to be the potentially violent Alpha that Aiden and Devon were after.
As promised, no food or water had arrived and I was pretty sure I was ready to drink my own blood like a goddamned vampire to quench my thirst...only if I could reach any part of my body.
The silver bullet in my shoulder kept the wound from healing and it hurt like a bitch. Every time I tried to move or even flex my arms, the wound would start hurting like fucking crazy. It hurt too damn much, but the betrayal hurt even more. But most of all, it hurts to think why the hell did I feel betrayed in the first place.
Mikalya’s P.O.V:
I was woken from my short slumber by a crash outside my door.
Sighing, I threw back my blanket and rose from my bed wearing a full sleeve green sweater and black cargo pants. I already knew what was happening outside the door, there was no need to hurry.
After pulling my long silver hair into a messy bun, I opened the door to my room just in time to witness Aya jab her first into a male wolf’s, breaking his nose. The male, Tushaar, fell back onto the floor and clutched his nose in a vain attempt to stop the blood flow. His lips were pulled back from his teeth in a snarl and Aya snarled right back at Tushaar, urging him to get back up on his feet and fight. I was impressed; Tushaar had good skills to be able to keep up with Aya. The boy was four years her junior after all and just as restless as any wolf juvenile was supposed to be at his age.
"Don't get blood on the carpet," I warned the children.
Aya looked up at me with a smirk. "Too late," she indicated towards a dark patch forming on the red carpet of the hallway as blood gushed out of the boys broken nose. I sighed.
"You," I pointed at Tushaar. “Go to the infirmary and get that checked this instant. And you," I turned to Aya. "Clean up your mess.”
"What!" Aya cried in horror while Tushaar gave a half snort, which only earned him a glare and another kick in the butt. "Why do I need to clean up? It was his fault." Aya wined after the boy had taken the opportunity to run for the hills.
"You broke his nose." I pointed out matter of factly.
“Well, he shouldn't have challenged me!" Aya huffed.
“He’s thirteen.” I told her. “And boys his age are bound to be reckless and stupid. You’re seventeen. You should have known better by now.”
“I can’t help it,” Aya ground out with her arms crossed over her chest. “I was feeling punchy.”
"What's got you so on edge?" I asked as I went back inside to sit on my bed and Aya followed me into my room to take a seat at the edge of my bed.
"That guy with the Alpha!” Aya gritted out. “I don’t know why but my wolf has been all snappy ever since I saw him.”
“Ah!” I nodded in understanding. Aya had found her mate. And it pissed me the fuck off that she had found one. Aya was too young, hardly seventeen years old; she didn’t need to deal with the troubles that came with a mate, not yet. And if I had anything to do about it, she wouldn’t have to deal with mate shit for a very long time.
I debated on whether or not I should tell her the truth before deciding against it. Aya was too young, so much so that she hasn’t transformed into her wolf yet. There was still time. But my wolf wasn’t all that pleased either. It had sensed the mating bond between me and that Alpha and I couldn’t be more disheartened.
It felt like a betrayal of everything that I stood for. Everything that I had been through had taught me never to trust a male Alpha ever again. The very existence of the bond felt like a betrayal to me and my wolf. And betrayal hurts like a bitch. But the existence of this new bond also meant something dreadful…a confirmation. A confirmation that I hadn’t wanted.
But remembering the Alpha suddenly made me realize, much to my amazement, that the so called Alpha and his punk were still in the dungeons and I’d forgotten to get them out on time. Three days had passed since I threw them in the dungeon without any food or water. Wolves could survive a lot longer than normal humans but their insulating materials had been removed so the cold must be deadly down in the dungeons.
“Come on,” I told Aya as I got up from the bed once again. “It’s time.”
“Huh?” She looked at me confused. “Time for what?”
“To free the prisoners from the dungeons.”
“Oh shit!”
“Exactly.”
Chapter 9: Heated Denials Rhys’s P.O.V: I wasn't going to die after all. That was my first thought as I heard the hinges of the dungeon gate creak open. It felt like I had been without food and water for about a century and the Goddamned bullet in my shoulder was finally going to be poisoning my blood for good and that would be the end of me. So when I finally heard noises from the doorway of the dungeon, I was ready to get the hell out of this place once and for all. I was even ready to fucking leave this pack alone and just return home only if it weren’t for the silver haired Alpha, my mate. "W-w...t...r..." I could hardly breathe let alone speak. It felt like I had swallowed gallons of sand, my throat was that dry. But I don't remember if I actually got the water I had asked for because black sports soon danced in my vision and the next thing I know, I had passed out from exhaustion and the lack of nu
Chapter 10: Deal Mikalya’s P.O.V: I slammed the door shut on my way out of the egoistic Alpha’s room. There was a crowd gathered outside in the hallway, most probably waiting for eager gossip or maybe they were just weary of what might happen next if I accidentally killed the Alpha? I wouldn’t be able to tell with my mind seething with rage. But my packmates had clearly felt the rage through the pack link, the intricate bond of blood that connected us all as a pack, because they parted like the red sea as soon as they saw me approach. I was sure I wasn’t a pretty sight either with my eyes glowing with the wolf’s rage and my lips pulled back n a snarl. Their hurried motion of stepping out of my way as if I would actually take my anger out on them, would have been comical if my mind wasn’t so distracted. I didn’t even know which way I was heading until I found myself standing in front of the training room. Maybe
Chapter 11: Chase Rhys’s P.O.V "That went well," Zyane sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yes it did," I agreed, amused. But that amusement was soon wiped off my face as soon as I looked back at the spot Mikalya had occupied not long ago. "Holy Shit!" In her place hung a punching block made of metal alloy, but the only difference was that the long solid block in the shape of a cylinder was now crushed beyond recognition and there were slight red stains on them indicating that she had done it by bare hands. "Maybe you have actually found your match, Rhys!" Zyane slapped my back before whistling at the deformed block and going back the way he came. But even though he didn't admit it out loud, I knew he was thinking that Mikalya was far more than just my match. I circled around the deformed block a few times, assessing the damage. Okay, so maybe I was guilty of admiring
Chapter 12: Two Steps Backward Mikalya's P.O.V: I was fuming as I stormed out of the kitchen. The nerve of that man! How dare he roam around my house like he belongs here! How dare he talk to my people like he has the right to? How dare he! Does he think I’m joking with him? I turn my back on the man once and he goes around exploring my pack house like it’s an amusement park with a ‘free exploration’ tag. I needed a run. That arrogant, dominating, stupid, selfish, ALPHA was getting on my last nerves and I needed to sweat him out of my system for good. I know I’ll have to bear with him sticking around for a couple days and I also knew that his reasons for staying were entirely personal no matter how much bullshits about it being a ‘mission to find out if the pack is a violent one’, that doesn’t mean I’m liking it one bit. I want him go
Chapter 13: Trouble in Paradise Rhys’s P.O.V: A vicious growl tore through me as I watched Zyane about to do the unthinkable. The growl distracted Zyane enough to snap his attention towards me, but all he did was growl at me in rage before turning back towards the cowering girl he had trapped under him by force. Knowing that I was the closest one to him, I jumped up on top of one of the rocks and in one swift motion, landed right behind Zyane and sank my teeth into his shoulders to rip him off of the girl and throw Zyane away from her. I turned towards Zyane as he recovered from his shock. I saw Mikalya take a protective stance in front of the girl, but she didn’t interfere. She knew that this fight was between me and my packmate and her interference could only cause trouble. But damn she had every right to pound Zyane to the ground for the little stunt he was about to pull off. The girl was clearly not feelin
Chapter 14: Secrets Rhys’s P.O.V: I stood behind and watched as two female soldiers pushed Zyane into the same dungeon cell we were first put into and shut the gate in his face but not before strapping on the silver handcuffs. He was still growling and struggling against them, but the soldiers seemed to be unaffected by it. They simply dragged and shoved him into the cell like he was a ragdoll and not 200 pounds of muscle, clawing and scratching at anything he could get his hands on. After they had secured the lock and left, I came forward and stood in front of his cell. "Are you really that desperate, Zyane?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. “Do you have any idea what you were about to do? That girl, your mate, is a child! She’s not even eighteen yet and you’re thirty two. Not only is she underaged and un-transformed, her wolf doesn’t recognize you at her mate! What you were trying to do w
Chapter 15: Heart to Heart Mikalya’s P.O.V: It was afternoon, the day after the event with Aya and Zyane and I was feeling the need to see someone and sort things out with him. I wasn’t complete heartless bitch like some people assumed I was, so I knew when a ‘thank you’ was due. And Rhys definitely deserved a ‘thank you’ from me. If Rhys hadn’t done what he had yesterday, Aya would have been bound in a relationship that she didn’t desire and Zyane would be dead. There was no other option for whoever forces a mating on a female. It was one of our most absolute rules. Mating bonds were taken seriously. Which was also why my wolf was getting used to being close to Rhys the more time he spent being near me. It wasn’t right, my heart kept telling me. But my wolf was already feeling the pull of the mating bond. It’s difficult for a wolf to get their mate out of their mind once the mating bond had been sensed by bo
Chapter 16: Calm Before the storm Mikalya’s P.O.V I remembered those days, those dreadful nights like it was yesterday. An everlasting nightmare. A wolf, whose cruelty and dread had, shook the Earth to the very core. Destroyed all bonds of Kinship. Tore every fabric of nature. "Mouri had been a hidden village for over 400 years. No one knows when that hidden village came into existence but it became the safe haven for the warriors of the BloodPledge pack. Almost all of the male warrior's born there were viciously strong and ruthless in battle. It helped them conquer the whole of the Gulf of Kutch by killing any other packs that lived there and slowly, they had killed all other wolf pack in India, becoming the sole pack that had the strongest of warriors from all over India." Beside me Rhys was silent. The calm before the storm. His expressions were neural but his eyes held lighting. Lightning t