Chapter 3 No Allies

CARMINE

My whole body was in excruciating pain, particularly in my hips and head. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was blackness. I took a big breath and tried to move but couldn't since l was feeling a hard thing snaked around of my hands.

I tried to move my hand again, but my lips parted when I realized it was chained. I moved my feet, which was not chained or tied, but it wouldn't help me if I didn't have the energy.

"Help! Somebody help me!" I tried to shout, but it felt like no one could hear me. I shifted my feet again and realized I was sitting on a rough floor; I wasn't sweating, and what I was feeling now was a mixture of anxiousness and cold, so my entire body was shivering. I feel like I am only wearing a thin shirt. Who changed my clothes?

"Marco! Melissa, are you there ?!"

This is how it feels... certainly not the bunker. Maybe I wasn't there, but I recall the fragrance of our house and the type of walls and floors we had. But everything was strange; even the smell was unfamiliar to me.

Did they manage to catch me? Are they punishing me? If that's the case, I hope my friends are here, even if I've been punished. Melissa and Marco should be by my side right now. I chewed the inside of my bottom lip and forced myself to relax.

"Papa! Papa, help me!" I hoped he would answer, and I hoped someone would heed my call, but my shoulder sank in frustration a few minutes later. No one can hear me.

I forced a hard swallow and moved my hand, but all I felt was anguish and ache, and since I kept moving, my clothing rose till they only touched half of my thigh.

I was about to cry, no matter how brave I pretended to be. I knew I was a coward when I was alone, and I knew I was afraid when I was alone.

"Can somebody assist me? Guys, please..." My voice is faint. I simply bowed till my eyes welled up with tears.

Now I just feel the bandage over my head and on my left foot; I recall what happened, but I feel like I just woke up from a long sleep. I was about to shout again when the clang of a steel door startled me.

Damn it! I now realized that it wasn't dark outside; I was just blindfolded and couldn't see anything.

"Who is that?!" I exclaimed, hoping to startle whoever entered, but he didn't appear alarmed.

I heard him close the door again, and he walked closer to me. I turned to see who was approaching, but there was nothing visible. What type of blindfold did he put on me?

Why am I even using the word 'he'?

I can just feel it, the person's smell, it just feel like a 'he'.

"Don't get any closer!" I yelled again, moving my feet in an attempt to reach the person in front of me. I kicked him but couldn't hit him.

I was certain he was staring at me when he abruptly knelt in front of me, and I gasped as I felt his finger brushed against my cold skin. I blinked as he pulled the blindfold from my eyes.

"Ah ..." I growled as I felt pain in my eyes because of the little light coming from the door.

I frowned my face, I applied the gaze to the darker place until my eyes moved and saw a man who was now kneeling in front of me. My focus went straight to his blue eyes.

No way.

"How you've been, Carmine."

I blinked twice. His voice grew deeper and hoarser than it had ever been! I surveyed his entire body; his biceps are perfectly positioned, I can see the veins in his forearms, and he has a massive addams apple that adds to his appeal.

His brows are thick and ink, his eyes are deep and puffy, and his lips are naturally red, as if he is always biting, or should I say, someone is always biting.

I couldn't speak, and all I could do was stare at him.

"What did you do to me? Where am I, and why am I here?" My voice trembled as I asked,

I examined my attire, which consisted of a white large t -shirt that did not fit my size and exposed my right shoulder. I've just discovered bruises and minor blisters on my feet.

He didn't respond to my query; all I noticed was how he looked at me. What now? Is he peering into my eyes because he sees our future for the first time again? Maybe he knows I'll never accept him as my partner in the future.

"You're now a rouge, huh." He said seriously with no reaction on his face.

My jaw trembled, I averted my gaze, hoping he sees how much I despise him on my face, hoping he sees that I will never return to our government. Because I was never, ever a part of being their wolf.

"Did you realize they had the ability to murder you?"

"Did you realize that if the rouges finds out you're holding me, they'll kill you as well?"

I looked at what he was wearing because he didn't say anything. He's still dressed in a black cloth with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a necktie, as if he just arrived home from work.

I shook my head, trying to remember where I put my clothes and possessions. Or trying to remember when I left it.

"Where are the bags? Where are my clothes? Did you touch everything?" I asked, trying to sound brave, but he didn't seem afraid at all.

Of course! He's an Alpha, one of the strongest Alphas in all the packs, he's not afraid of a woman like me. I can't even move, I can't even break this fucking chain like they can do.

"I hid it."

"Where?!"

"In a place where you can't find it."

"Bullshit! Just give those to me! You'd better let me go, if you don't want to mess up your world and your family. Just as simple as that."

He didn't say anything else, which irritated me; he's just staring at me, as if he's trying to figure out what sort of attitude I have by memorizing every inch of my face.

I haven't seen him in four years; his physique has grown, his presence has grown heavier and more forceful, and the way he looks at me has changed.

"Do you think I will just let you go this easily after seeking for you for four fucking years?"

Was what I heard incorrect? What exactly did he say? He spent four years seeking for me? I offered him a mischievous grin. Did I believe he was interested in me? I assumed he'd be able to see where I was even if I was far away? Alpha, isn't it? So, why is he speaking in this manner?

"Who told you to look for me? Don't you remember that I ran away because I don't belong to you and I don't want you."

"You can't say no to me."

"Well, Mr. Granger, I just did. Four years ago," I said sarcastically, making a weak and mild vow.

I can sense his irritation and see the stiffness in his jaw already. I'll admit that when I hit him a punch or kick. I won't feel much better. He's still a wolf, an alpha, and no matter how much I hate him, he can just bite me easily, rip me apart, and scratch my body until only blood is the only visible.

"You'll never get away from me."

"I can."

"Try it."

I swallowed, knowing that I was too weak to even kick him because I knew you couldn't do anything. I couldn't take my hand off the chain, even if it could be removed, and I knew he was keeping the key somewhere.

"Once papa finds out that you are holding me, surely not only you will die, but also my whole family."

I promised as if I was cursing him, his eyebrow moved slightly and almost joined, I could see the questioning in his eyes. His mouth opened.

"What have you gone through."

What have I gone through?

I recently ran away from our government and became a rogue and a rebel. I chose to remain silent to escape ridicule, and I chose to remain silent to avoid hearing my father and brother preach. I am tired of them, my own family, my bullies, and my own brain saying that I do not belong.

I went away to escape chest discomfort, and I can't believe it's been almost four years since I met papa and their group. They accepted me wholeheartedly, like if I were a member of their family.

"You have no ally here, Carmine; you have nothing against me; you are now imprisoned; your hands are tied; you have no strength to flee; no one will assist you."

I bit my lower lip, my breathing quickened, my chest and my shoulders also went up and down. His presence was so strong that it seemed to give me weakness.

I averted my eyes.

"How many hours am I unconscious?"

"Two days."

What the hell. Two days? That's why I feel like this, that's why I feel so thirsty and hungry, my body also hurts a lot.

"What do you plan to do to me?"

He stopped, Blake's head tilted.

"Anything," I was nervous about what he said. My eyes widened as he suddenly looked at my chest, his gaze dropped until I could see he was focused on my thighs, his addams apple rippled.

"Fuck off." I cursed. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me, he took a deep breath and suddenly stood up. Wait! "Where are you going? You can't just leave me here!"

"You'll stay here, until you become a good girl." I shook at him.

"I've never been a good girl."

"Then you'll stay here forever."

"Damn you!" He suddenly smirked at me. "Let me go, now! Remove this chain, if you do not make me run away, I will make sure the karma will return to you."

"Do you think they can handle me? Do you think your so called allies and papa can beat me?"

"Don't underestimate him!"

Papa was like a father to us for four years, and we all called him papa. He is our boss; he emerges from the bunker on occasion, but only when the moon is full, and he simply observes us.

They say papa will only shift into wolf form when he becomes too upset or if someone spoils our group and bunker, but I've never seen him shift or become wolf form.

I adore him, even more than my biological father.

He knelt in front of me once more, brought his right hand to my chin, and elevated my face so that our eyes were aligned. As I observed him, I simply kept my mouth shut.

"You have no ally, they cannot find you, and no one will help you. So don't even hope that you can run away from me."

"How can you be so sure of that?"

"I've made a way so they won't know where you are. And they cannot enter this place, because their face and your face are glued to the wall in all the town."

I knew we were wanted, that the authorities were looking for us, and that we had never stepped foot in any of the towns here for at least four years.

We live at the very top of the mountain, where there are normal residences, but we are always stationed in the bunker in case of an emergency. There are rouges who will guard the the border of our residence.

"Now tell me, do you believe they can still save you? And you know the moon goddess is usually there when that happens," he said, pointing aloft.

I couldn't say anything. He was staring at my eyes before, but now he's staring at my lips. What makes him stare at my lips? He averted his look from my lips as I deflected my stare.

"You're now twenty, and I'm ready to claim you."

"Shut up, you have no right to do that."

"And you have no right to reject me. Fuck, you're the very first woman I've ever met to be able to reject a male mate."

"I'm built different."

"No, you're not. You're just driven by emotions: sadness, rage, and, eventually, retribution."

I'm unable to speak, and I'm unsure whether what he stated is accurate. But I only had one thing I wanted to say to him. Without my wolf, I can fight. Without shifting, I learnt to fight.

But, because he was ahead of me in this position, I couldn't present it to him. And doing that stuff still hurts my body. My brow moved slightly and blinked.

"Maybe, but I hope you won't regret for imprisoning me, Alpha Blake."

"I won't. I really won't, Carmine. Even if you can't shift, even if you are wolfless. I am still accepting you as my mate."

He looked at me again, and now I'm looking up at him, and he looks at me as if I'm of lower social standing than him. I will never, vow or kneel for him. I don't care if he's an alpha.

"Please let me go, you don't need to chain my hand."

I'm unable to communicate. He rose up and moved away from me, as if he still wanted to say something, but he didn't. He stopped walking after my mouth opened and he spoke.

"No. Not until you become a good girl to me."