All Chapters of His Mate. His Brat.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

>“You can’t be serious?” I stare at my father like he’s speaking some forgotten language. I came into his stuffy office expecting a verbal beatdown but instead he’s sitting calmly behind his desk with his aged fingers steepled under his fat chin and he’s holding my gaze with those deep green eyes that I share with him. I’m used to him yelling, I’m used to him going so red in the face it looks like he’s about to explode and I’m even used to the odd ornament being thrown in my direction but this calm facade he has going on is a little unnerving. I’m usually full of confidence but I’m struggling to keep my head up while he stares at me with those cold eyes; instead, I’m letting my fiery red hair fall in front of my face as if it can shield me from whatever is coming my way. “You broke my rules again." My father's voice is cold and calculated as he weighs every word carefully. “I warned you that if you did not pull yourself together, I would send you away to learn from a harsher

>“Don’t touch me.” I snarl at the enforcer; he rolls his eyes as he uncaps the syringe and steps close to me.“Don’t fight them, Morana.” Cole appears beside the tattooed enforcer, panic in his eyes as he looks from me to the syringe; he knows what's inside of it just as well as I do and he knows that once it's in my system, I won’t be able to run. “I said don’t touch me!” I buck backwards into the enforcer holding onto me as the tattooed one steps closer to me. “What the hell is that?” I play dumb as he presses the needle of the syringe into my neck; I barely feel the prick of the needle but I do feel the fire loaded into the syringe entering my body. It feels like lava being pumped right into my body. One second I’m on fire with rage and the next I’m being burnt from the inside out and my vision is going blurry. I fight it as much as I can but I know unconsciousness is coming for me and there is nothing I can do to stop it. “You don’t need to do this.” Cole pleads with th

>I can feel my wolf straining through the wolfsaben as sweat breaks out over my entire body, my bare knees are scraping against something hard and the scent of my blood finally triggers my wolf. I let the fear of my wolf fill me; I let her get angry because angry wolves tend to act recklessly, and right now I need her to be reckless enough to forget about the wolfsbane. “It's Franklin, you arsehole.” The nasally male extends the end of his name like it makes any change in how the enforcer sees him; I snort a laugh just as one of my fingers shifts into a claw. I can’t see it thanks to how I’ve been tied up but I know my nail has changed into my wolf claw because I can feel the string of the wolfsbane-soaked rope against the single digit. Gritting my teeth, I try to balance myself on my stomach so I can slowly tear through the rope binding my wrists, once I cut one rope, the entire system falls apart and I’ll be free. I’m not foolish enough to think I can run, escape and surviv

>“So what am I looking at here?” I growl from between clenched teeth; I can’t open my mouth fully thanks to the grip Alpha James has on my chin. No one has said anything for a long time; we’re just storming past massive paintings of people long since dead and windows high enough for me to see the barbed wire fences and the ropes hanging from the tall trees. I don’t need to smell them to know the ropes are soaked in wolfsbane; the grass is dry but the rope is dripping steadily. ‘Fight them; you're stronger than them.’ My wolf hisses as Alpha James lets out a heavy sigh and takes a left at the end of a wide corridor. I shove her back because now is not the time to fight; I have no idea how to put down an Alpha, let alone take on several enforcers at the same time. I need to wait until the time is right and I’ve learned just enough to actually survive. “I mean, a whipping, starvation or just the classic isolation until I’m on the edge of losing my mind?” I try to sound unbother

>I can deal with the isolation, although it's a little hard with no light at all because it's hard to tell when one day ends and another begins. If it wasn’t for the sandwich and half-eaten apple that get tossed down the stairs everyday, I would swear I was still on day one. I know Alpha James is expecting to find me broken and shaking in the corner of the dark room but I refuse to be that weak. I’ve spent the days taking small bites of food to make it last, I’ve sipped water in an attempt to make the small bottles stretch further and when the nights came and it got too cold, I shifted. I’ve done this before but never for this long. My father would leave me alone in the basement for a few days at most; a week is a little cruel but it's giving me the time I need to make my plan. I have one clear objective: escape and survive.‘It feels a little mean tricking one of them like that.’ I whisper to my wolf as she curls into a ball in the opposite corner to the one I’ve been using a