Chapter 6 Getting Tortured

Don't you have any relatives that would be worried about you? Maybe we could go see them together so we could tell them you now work in the Firestorm pack house." Derrick asked

Together. The word echoed in my mind. I could have used this opportunity to find Michael, but with Derrick by my side, that wasn't possible. My motives can't be revealed at least not yet "Oh no, I don't," I lied smoothly. "Since my parents died, I've been surviving on my own."

He nodded his eyes filled with sympathy. "Oh, okay. No problem then. You can just become our pack member." His smile was broad, as if he were genuinely excited about the idea.

I smiled back in return "yes, it's better here" I lied again this was my worst nightmare leaving in my enemies pack.

When we entered the room, there was this unknown joy in me. It felt so good to have one of my enemies down. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Olivia, go open the door," Derrick instructed.

I complied afterall am the maid, and a maid walked in. "The Alpha demands to meet with everyone in the pack house," she announced.

"Including me?" I asked, trying to know if I was included .

"Yes," she confirmed.

"Okay," Derrick said, and the maid left.

"Do you always have pack meetings?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"No, it has to be an emergency. Let's go," he replied, leading the way.

I walked close to him at first but then remembered my role as a maid. I shifted backward and walked behind him, which made Derrick chuckle.

"You are so funny you know" he said, still trying to help his gasp while chuckling.

"I don't want to create the wrong impression and I am not ready to die also" I teased back at him and we both burst out laughing.

I can't deny that I liked Derrick, his calm composure. He was the only person I smiled freely with. I hardly even do that with Micheal.

As we descended, I spotted Andrea's body almost immediately, but I maintained my composure. I was sure no one would find out I was the one who killed him.

Jethro sat on his throne, his presence commanding and terrifying. Everyone in the pack house was standing on their feet, their eyes fixed on him. Next to him sat an old man with a bald head and a stern look. I assumed he was Alpha Jethro's Beta, given his proximity to Jethro.

Alpha Jethro's voice cut through the silence, harsh and cold. "A body has been found within our grounds. This is a betrayal of the highest order and you all know the consequences"

Just then the old man's gaze landed on me. "None of our pack members could do any of this. Does it have to be a stranger like this rogue here?" he said pointing at me.

Derrick stepped forward immediately. "She had nothing to do with this, don't try to drag her into this Fredrick."

"Bring her forward." Jethro's cold voice came, leaving no room for argument.

My pulse quickened as two guards approached me. Derrick tried to intervene. "Dad, she's innocent, take me instead."

Jethro's eyes flashed with impatience. "Don't be afraid to get yourself into my business, you are as good as useless as staying out of this." Jethro's cold voice said to Derrick I could see the hurt in his eyes and somehow that hurts. I wish he could just stop defending me because I was guilty.

The guards dragged me to the center of the room. "I didn't do anything," I insisted, in a firm tone.

Fredrick stepped closer, his eyes boring into mine. "We'll see about that. Take her to the interrogation room. She will be tortured until she confesses."

I didn't fringe a bit we need to be strong Mia and remember we are still hiding our identity we can't lose control I warned Mia we can pass through the interrogation I could hear her groan in response she wasn't saying a word that means she wasn't promising but I had to do my best to have her in check it wasn't my first time being tortured.

They chained me to a chair, and the Beta stood before me, his expression void of any sympathy. "Confess now, and we might go easy on you," he said, his voice a sinister whisper.

"I didn't do anything!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls.

He nodded to the guards, and they began their cruel work. Pain exploded through my body with each lash,I clenched my teeth, refusing to cry out.

The Beta's voice cut through the pain. "Confess!"

"I didn't do it!" I screamed back, my voice hoarse.

Hours passed with me in agony. After much torture and me not saying a word They threw me into a cell, leaving me to nurse my wounds. My body ached, but I was more than determined ever one thing was everyone involved in this act of torture with all die by my claws it was a promise.

I stayed there all night waiting for what tomorrow might hold I couldn't sleep all night Mia kept threatening to come out bringing ideas of us breaking out but there were guards everywhere there was no way we could escape as the morning sun rised

Fredrick came towards the cell door. Are you going to confess now you Rogue? He called his tone filled with some bitterness.

"I'm innocent of your accusations" I replied firmly.

"Take her to the Interrogation room," Fredrick said to the guards.

They dragged me out again taking me to the interrogation room the torture continued The Beta leaned close, his eyes dark with intent. "Tell us the truth, and this will end," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

"I've told you the truth," I replied, my voice steady.

He sighed, as if disappointed. "Very well. Begin."

The torture resumed, and I braced myself When they finally stopped, I was thrown back into my cell, bruised and battered. The Beta's parting words echoed in my mind: "We'll continue this tomorrow."

I lay there, my body aching, my mind a storm of emotions. Just then the cell door opened. I had thought it was one of the guards but to my greatest shock it was Derrick. He looked so weak and pale. He had been crying before speaking up.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned him.

"To see you" he said as he stared at my weak bruised body.

He brought out a tray of food and a first aid box to treat my wound "what if your Father catches you here? you would be in trouble, please leave. I said my mind was determined.

"Can you eat while I treat you? I can feel your pain, I feel it when they stroke with that whip, I can't sleep, my heart aches please." He said

I couldn't find a meaning to what he was saying. He was just saying that so he could treat me as if the only set of wolves that could feel each other's pain were fated mates so that didn't even make sense hearing that from him. "ok,you can treat them" I said my voice barely above a whisper.

He sat very close to me attending to the wounds very calmly with kind attention. While I devoured the food I was so hungry. wasn't he not going to ask me anything if I was really the murderer? Does he trust me that much? I thought inwardly as I watched him treat the wound.