In His Cage Novels & Stories

His smile dimmed but didn't die. Later that evening, before he could warm my milk, I took the initiative and prepared a glass for him, laced with extra ingredients. Unsuspecting, he drank it with a sweet smile. Even when he was unconscious, his arms vised around me in sleep and his legs tangled with mine like possessive vines. Deep into the night, his regular breathing filled the air beside me. I crept downstairs, my heart thumping in my chest. My flashlight beam shook as it landed on the cage.

He even remembered that figure in the taxi that looked so much like her. She had been planning to leave for a long time. He'd had plenty of chances to realize it, but he had ignored them all! Ken's head spun with this realization. His mind went blank, and sweat quickly covered his forehead. His ears rang with a buzzing sound. He staggered, placing his hands against the wall to steady himself. After a moment of stunned silence, Ken took in a few deep breaths. There was a frustrated look in his eyes. He was close to losing it.

I knew he would be prepared for our attack but to cage us in and shoot us full of poison was something I didn't expect. What the hell? Deveriud is really out of his mind. I need to find a way to get out of this place. After getting my bearings for a bit, I stumbled up to the cage's door, shaking it with as much power as I could muster but I wouldn't bulge. Damn. What is this cage made of? Looking through the bars, I could see the cage opposite ours where the rest of the men lay. I turned back to my pack members. I didn't know why they were still out but I guessed it's because I'm a Beta and recovered faster than them.

I asked as we approached the pack borders, staring at the guards standing at the borders. “You can call me Cage,” these words escaped his lips as he was panting furiously. “Why would your parents decide to call you Cage?” “Cause I’ve caught many people that tried to take the Alpha’s life and made sure they were killed in my cage and that cage is like an underground room in my house” he divulged wearing a smile on his face as I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Who’s she?” “Alpha’s orders” He divulged, as the Alpha and his other men approached the borders.

I shrugged his hand off and answered flatly, "Luke, could you dial down the ego? The world doesn't revolve around you. Who I choose to be with is my business." His face darkened into fury. "Do you really think someone like Jonathan would take you seriously? He's just playing you. Don't forget you served five years in prison." What did he mean? That because I'd spent five years behind bars, I was inferior and unworthy of anyone's regard? Laughter and anger tangled inside me. A raw ache opened in my heart. Tears pricked my eyes. I slapped him hard. "Who cares that I served five years? You do, Luke. But tell me, for whom did I spend those five years behind bars? Don't you know?"

NIGHT SIX: The Cage and the Marathon Victor didn’t even let her wake up fully from her sleep. He grabbed her by the throat, marched her naked across the penthouse, and shoved her into a steel cage built dead center under the brightest lights. The cage was small like four feet square, the bars were thick and the floor padded in black leather already stained from the previous nights. A single steel pole rose from the middle with cuffs at different heights. A ring gag waited on a hook.

His palms went to his temple, but even when he rubbed it gently, it made him wince. He looked around at this point, trying to be aware of his surroundings. He realised he was in a cage — a big one that seemed to stretch its heights above. He sat up to study his surroundings. The cage had long metal bars that looked cold and unforgiving. It looked like a place that housed hardened criminals and traitors. It was dark, but he could still make out every detail of the place he was in.

All I could do was breathe—slow and quiet—as I tried to hold myself together. He stood up again, smoothing his shirt over the bandage like it didn’t hurt. Like none of this hurt him. “I’ll give you a few minutes to eat,” he said. “We’ll talk more when you’re feeling better.” He walked to the door and paused. “Don’t try anything stupid, darling,” he added without turning around. “Not today. You’ve had enough excitement.” Well… he really shouldn’t have been surprised. How could he kidnap me, cage me like some prize pet, and expect me to just sit there and smile like it was normal?

Torches flickered in their sconces, casting dancing shadows across the carnage. And in the center of it all, Kaelen Blackthorn stood like a god of war. He was covered in blood—black and red and everything in between. His eyes glowed like dying stars. His sword dripped. His chest heaved. Around him, a ring of Shadowfang wolves lay dead or dying. He was magnificent. And he was trapped. Derrick stood on the platform above, surrounded by his elite guard. In his hand, he held a knife to the throat of a hostage—a young Nightshade wolf, barely eighteen, her eyes wide with terror.

Inside the cage sat Cian. He had traded his ruined naval uniform for a crisp, clean orange jumpsuit. Someone had given him a fresh shave and a comb. He looked weirdly naked without his smug expression, like a snake that had been defanged. But as I approached, his head lifted. His eyes weren't broken. They were calculating. "Marigold," he said, his voice smooth, carrying across the silent room. "You look tired. The burden of playing dress-up must be exhausting." "I get by," I said, stopping in front of the cage. "How's the view from down there? I hear the accommodations are a little cramped."