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The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 23
“Amalea! Wake up!” I feel hands on my face. I open my eyes as a bit of intestine drops off the ceiling beside me. Mack’s leaning over me. His shirt draped over my naked body. More men are standing at the cell door, a shared look of abject horror on their faces, one of them turns and leaves. “What have you done now?” He runs his arm under my back, helping me sit up. Another bit of guts drops down beside us. “I—I fought back I guess.” I run my hand down my face, finding it covered in blood. “You’re lucky the guard is a friend and scared shitless of you. He called me rather than William. If the Alpha finds out about this, he’ll execute you this time, Amalea. He might not care about whoever these two are,” he motions to the gore show around us, “but there’s no denying you killed those men at the farm now. He’ll see you as a threat.” “How could he possibly not find out?” My brows furrow in confusion. “We’re going to move you to another cell. Clean this up. Only the four of us know about
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I squint as the light above me in my new cell clicks on, stirring me awake. I groan. I’m still exhausted. My sleep was restless, and I had trouble falling asleep. My mind almost immediately begins playing the events of the night before over again, the same thoughts that prevented me from getting any rest. My shifted form. I wasn’t a wolf. I was bigger, stronger. A bear? Was I a bear? A big fucking bear if so. Werewolves can’t shift into anything else. What am I? Is it the fae blood? I wasn’t even sure that was true, but how else could I become something else? I don’t know much about hybrids. No one does outside the council. They’re so often slaughtered before they reach maturity. Interspecies breeding is forbidden. The resulting offspring can be unpredictable, dangerous. I’m dangerous. What few that survived have wreaked unspeakable havoc if the stories are to be believed. But then, the Alpha here. He’s a hybrid. Why was he allowed to live? I scoff to myself. He has wrought unspeaka
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I feel out of place in the massive ballroom. Its glittering chandeliers and grand floors gleaming pristine and polished, reflecting the faces of 50 or so she-wolves standing in a line through the middle, their heads and hearts down. I’m at the end of the line, but I’m in it. I wouldn’t have even made it in the new Gamma’s girl line-up if it wasn’t for Mack. I heard one of the guards who brought me up here tell his companion to leave the wolf in cell six—she was dangerous—but I wasn’t in cell six, and they didn't even check if I was. Mack moved me just to spare me the horror of sleeping in my own mess, and in the confusion of his death, and many others I’m sure, no one came to clean out my cell or move me back into it. Instead, they brought me here by mistake. Even in death, he’s still helping me, and I will avenge his loss. I look for Liza in the line ahead of me and spot her standing mid-row about ten heads down. One of the few not looking at the floor, she’s intently watching the
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Between my limited time out of the dungeon, the trip to the ballroom, and the walk to Andrew’s quarters I feel like I have a rough idea of the floor plan of the pack house, or at least enough to make it out a door with Liza and any girls she can gather. I concentrate on drawing mental maps as Andrew stops to unlock his door. “Don’t expect a ride over the threshold,” he notes as he swings the door open for me, “You’re not my mate or my wife, but I expect you to respect her someday.” I don’t answer him but allow him to lead me inside when he places his hand on the small of my back and pushes gently. This is more than just a room. It’s a house within a house. The entryway leads into a living room with furniture that likely costs more than my whole property, and on the far side I see a hall that leads to what looks like a bathroom, bedroom, and likely an office—there are three doors. Andrew slips off his jacket and pulls a set of keys from his pants, throwing them in a tray by the door.
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Tap, tap, tap. I hear the impatient drumming of fingers against wood as I groggily start to wake, pushing up off the hard marble floor. I’m not in the dungeon? Where am I? I have a splitting headache, and the hair on the back of my head feels moist. The skin itchy from recent regeneration. I open my eyes and try to look around. “Finally awake, little wolf,” a voice from a desk beside me breaks the silence. I scramble upright, realizing where I am. I’m on the floor of the Alpha’s office. He sits in a tall-backed office chair, leaning back with one leg resting on his knee, his cold eyes watching me. “You’ve made a habit of killing my Gammas it seems, and I’d only just found this one.” I steady myself, glaring back at him, but saying nothing, as he seems to mull his own comment over. “You tried to burn down my pack house, too.” He clicks his tongue. “What will I do with you now? With the girls who conspired with you?” I growl at the mention of them. “So fierce,” he says with a soft lau
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I stretch as the morning light hits my face, feeling well-rested for the first time in what feels like ages, and jump, nearly falling off the bed, when I see the Alpha sitting near my feet, intently watching me. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, nearly a smile.“Good morning,” he says, not moving. I shrink away from him, pulling the covers up to my chest as if their soft down filling will act as a shield from whatever he’s here for. He just continues to stare, and it’s too awkward to stay like this, so I stand up, grabbing a glass of juice he’s left on the side table beside a tray of fruit, eggs, and sausage. His eyes follow me.“Whose room is this?” I ask to break the silence. The faint smile on his face fades. “Your predecessor. You actually look quite like her asleep,” he says softly. There’s a longing in his tone. I want to get away from him, yet I also want to talk to him, know more about the girl whose ring I found, and maybe it’s just the good night’s sleep talking, bu
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We walk through the grounds, past the fencing, and along a path into a quaint little town. The buildings are all brick just like the packhouse. The streets are immaculate and lined with well-trimmed trees. If you stumbled on it in your travels, you’d likely think it picturesque, a simple country place with kind down-home folks—but I know better of the things that lurk here. My heart sinks as we approach the town center and the stage the Alpha had them build comes into view. A crowd surrounds it. The Alpha stands on the platform looking out over them, down on them. I don’t see the girls, but I’ve got a sick feeling in my gut that I will soon. A row of stockades sits to Darius’—I mean the Alpha’s— left side. A mummer falls over the crowd as they notice me. Some begin to boo and jeer. Others just whisper about the beast from cell six. It seems I’ve earned myself quite the reputation. William stops at the base of a makeshift set of stairs up to the stage and directs me to ascend. The Al
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By the time we ascend the stairs towards the Alpha’s quarters, it’s no longer shame I feel—it’s rage. So few things are sacred to our kind, and Darius tramples over them all with blatant indifference. Family, honor, unity, the purity of our wolf form—they mean nothing to him. He’s just another power-hungry asshole coasting on his birthright and inherited strength. He closes the door softly after we enter his home, suddenly kneeling beside me before even removing his coat. A feral growl slips from me, and I can’t help but snap at his hand as he reaches for the collar around my neck. He laughs. “Easy now, unless you want me to leave it on.” I’m surprised when he grabs hold of it undoing the clasp without gloves. His skin doesn’t burn. “Perks of being part vampire,” he comments, as if reading my mind. My anger is momentarily surpassed by the panic that he may actually be able to read my mind, invade what privacy I have left. “No, I can’t read your mind,” he again replies without me say
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