Mated to the Ruthless Alpha

With my breath coming in short gasps, I stomp my bare feet against the branches and leaves that litter the forest floor and turn to face my dad, Nick, who is doing his best to keep up with me. We could see that he was perspiring profusely, but we were in too much of a hurry to give it any attention.

Despite the burning sensation in my gut, I chose to ignore it. Right now, we were in hot water, and we had to get the hell out of dodge. Hearing our pack behind us, searching for us with their chants. For the ill wishes of my mother.

I felt like my lungs were being crushed and I was suffocating within my chest. It felt like my ribs were covered in blood. Despite my body being flooded with adrenaline, I still felt as though I would collapse at any moment.

"Nora," my father yells, startling me, and he looks away to show me a safe cabin hidden behind some woods. "Let's go."

Walking with my feet in the direction of the small house, I watch as my dad sticks his elbow through a broken piece of glass; he doesn't back down and lets me in. The glass scrapes my legs as we crawl through the broken window, but that was the least of my concerns.

In an attempt to lighten my already labored breathing, my dad collapses behind me and we hide in the corner. We all stay silent, listening for the noises of the wolves scampering by and the leaves rustling in the wind.

It was dark and wet as we looked around the room for the closest way out in case we were discovered. Cobwebs and spiders hung from every corner, and the place smelled like dust and old furniture.

My father looks me over while sitting up on his knees. "Are you okay?" He begs fervently. I take a hard gulp and feel my skin getting hot. "Nora, you've gone incredibly pale."

My heavy gaze is fixed on him. "What's your opinion?" I snapped. "She's just done her fucking voodoo shit on me, God knows what's going to happen!"

In response to my abrupt outburst, he blinks back, but before he can say anything more, a wave of searing pain sweeps across my body. Every inch of my flesh felt like roots were spreading inside of me. My jaw drops wide in a scream, and I land on my back, shivering against the grimy ground.

"Nora," my father says, holding my face in his palms. "What's going on?"

I try to break free from this pain by flailing against his hands while my face gets hot and my ears grow clogged. I had sharp shooting pains up my spine, a thousand phrases racing through my mind, and the sensation of my fingernails being torn out of their beds.

Screaming repeatedly while gripping my hair through the roots and causing my body to jolt into awkward positions. I nearly snapped in the process, gasping for breath and pleading for help.

I scream, "I'm going to die."

"No, honey," my father says, squinting at me through hazy eyes. "You're fine, you're not. It's alright.

A piercing cry erupts from the depths of my belly, causing me to arch my back towards the ceiling and blur my vision. I'm losing all feeling in my body, and needles and pins are sticking me in all directions. I scream in desperation, "I-I can't see," as unending tears stream down my face. "Dad, I can't fucking see!" With my eyes wide open and nothing visible in front of me, I let out a terrified scream.

It's alright, Nora. I'm here, I am." My dad touches the back of my hair and tries to calm me.

My body jolts repeatedly, wearing me out until I collapse onto the ground with gritted teeth. My dad's cries for me to stay awake eventually register as I am unable to resist my consciousness any longer and allow it to take control of my body.

Oops...

"Why do you hate me so much?!" I let out a scream as I stared between my pack's venomous gazes, their bloodshot eyes and canines looking back at me.

Pandora, my mother, laughs wickedly. stood before me, her long, sharp nails piercing my skin, her pitch-black hair knotted in plaits, her dark cloak falling to the floor. Glaring at me from across the room, she clinks her fingernails and presses her hands together. With two fire pits on either side of her, they see her loudly cracking her neck, causing the sound to reverberate off the brick walls.

Her eyes widen and are poisonous, "You've taken everything away from me," she growls.

I lament, "I haven't done anything," as I lean against the chilly wall behind me.

observing closely as the members of my pack approach me, adopting a zombie-like stance and having white circles around their eyes.

With her powers, Pandora had taken possession of them and had total control over them. The best kind of manipulation, turning the individuals who know me the best against me. I cower from her devil's clutches, and her mouth twitches up into a smile.

They suddenly leap forward, grab me, and yank me away from the wall. As they open their mouths and foamy material forms around their lips, I scream out. I look over and see my pal Fran's nails piercing the side of my arm.

I yell, "Fran!" to her, but she never acknowledges me. "This isn't you, stop it!"

She snarls in my direction like a crazy, disoriented wolf. My mother sneers at me as they hold me down and prevent me from escaping, and my heart races as they hurl me to the ground in front of her.

When Fran makes me look up, my mother's watery, dark eyes meet mine. "It's not nice when things don't go your way do they?" She gives me a sardonic smile.

I grit my teeth and say, "Just let me go," while her puppet hands cling to me. "I'll leave you alone and get the hell away from here."

"Oh," she pouts, digging her thick nails into my flesh as she clutches my chin. "I'm not going to let you go that easily."

I watch her with my chest heaving as she removes her cloak and takes out a scalpel instrument. My blood spurted out as I dove into my finger, landing on the stone floor in front of us.

She squeaks the life out of my finger, releasing six or seven drips onto the ground, and I flinch from the brutal force. With the scalpel pulled back, Pandora plunges it into her hand, allowing her blood to spill out in front of us.

She raises her head, and her pack mates violently take me up off the ground, pressing my hands up on the fire pits in between her. My hands are already getting scorched by the heat, and my flesh is being burned by the flickering fire.

With a wave of her hands, Pandora violently swirls around us, altering the direction of the wind. The fire roars against my hands, and I open my eyes wide as the lights start to flicker on and off. I can't release my grip and am screaming as it starts to burn the layers of my skin.

She starts to whisper something quietly and again; it's unclear what she's saying, but it sounds forceful. Throughout my whole life, I have heard Mom cast spells and curses, so I am aware of which ones are truly good and which ones are truly wicked.

My heart feels like it's holding onto me fiercely as my hair starts to fly.

Her voice grows louder and louder until she is yelling at me directly, each syllable coming out of her mouth with passion and purpose. Her power is starting to paralyze me, leaving me trembling.

My fingertips became numb from the heat, and my skin became extremely cold.

The lights stabilize and the flames are extinguished with a single word. My head lowered to the ground, trying to catch my breath due to the might of her enchantment. Pandora holds my head tightly and makes me turn to face her. With a simple "it's done," she says.

"What did you do?" With clenched teeth, I let out a growl.

She gives me the impulse to smack her for it as her lips form a sly smile. "The curse will eventually kill you," she says nonchalantly, brushing a finger against my cheek and then snagging off the corner of my jaw. However, I've prevented you from meeting your soulmate. Any sense of a kinship essentially blinds your wolf."

Her comments made my wolf growl loudly inside of me, and my jaw shook with rage.

"You'll soon become lifeless and your heart will turn to stone. useless without a partner. Your wolf will quickly diminish, and before long, you will be nothing. You'll die alone because your wolf will reject you." She gives me a pout and moves her gaze from my lips to my nose and back again.

She pulls back my hair and says, "And don't even think of killing yourself," which makes me sigh. "because you will not be able to. This curse is unbreakable; nothing can lift it; only I can do so."

Her words make my lips tremble, and I already feel heavy in my body. She murmurs, "Maybe you shouldn't have crossed me, sweet girl," and leans in to give me a chilly kiss. "It might have turned out differently."

I growl, "You're a fucking bitch," and all I want to do is use my thumbs to tear out her eyes.

Her hand comes up and she gives me a hard slap, the sound resonating against the chilly walls. Despite the scorching sensation that is spreading from my cheek onto the rest of my face, I chuckle instead of acting hurt. My stomach lurches, and I laugh quietly to myself as I notice Pandora staring at me with revulsion.

"Don't worry," I told her firmly. "You will get what's coming to you."

She slaps me repeatedly till I'm writhing on the ground in fear. "Don't ever speak to me like that again you vile, nasty girl!" The floors start to tremble and the air gets chilly as she yells.

"Get her out!" She lets out a high-pitched cry. "Get her out and off our land before I rip her head from her stupid body!"

They are violently manipulating me while pulling my arms up and out of the room and clenching my fists. tossing me out into the open space outside, where I land on my back and stare at them while they knock my dad to the ground alongside me.

Gliding to the door, Pandora places herself in between her puppets. "If they catch you, I'll give you five minutes to flee. I would expect the worst." Her lips are peeling and crackling as she opens her mouth to a deathly smile.

My father snatches my arm and throws me to the floor. He pulls me into the trees and yells, "Let's go," into my ear as he struggles to hold me up.

The curse is starting to spread throughout my body, infecting every blood cell. All I can recall is attempting to flee, gathering the strength to attempt combat, and hearing the wolves howling behind us. Their paws hammered the ground and howled into the night. The volume is far louder than anything I've ever experienced, and my senses are sharply enhanced.

"Nora, come on," my father says as he pulls me through the undergrowth.

My feet crunched beneath me as they stamped down on the branches, sinking into them.

"Nora," he repeats. "Nora, wake up!"

Oops...

With a gasp for air, I lift myself off the ground and my head spins quickly. My dad was staring at me with utter worry and confusion, and I could feel the cold perspiration running down my spine.

Every bone in my body seemed hard and painful to move as if I had been in a coma for years. Inside of me, my heart felt constricted, icy cold, and empty. I breathe heavily, letting out a groan of irritation and internal hatred as my dad stares down at my chest. Observing how my throat tightened, I wanted to cry out and shout until I felt better, but a part of me informed me that wouldn't happen. From here, it could only get worse.

It was taking over every square inch of my body as it crept up inside of me. I can feel the wolf raging inside of me, begging to be let out and demanding change. However, this could not be altered; it was final.

"Nora?" He's trying to get my interest.

I bite out, "The curse," making my dad wince a little. "It's started to infect me."

Every day was worse than the last, exhausting and draining. I physically didn't know how much longer I could take; I knew my dad was concerned for me but there wasn't much we could do about this situation.

My anger and frustration would get the better of me some days, I couldn't control how I spoke or the way I snapped. It was planned out for me, to act like this. It was made to destroy anyone around me and any relationships I had built, leaving me isolated and alone for the rest of my life.

Pandora knew what she was doing when she cursed me, she thought out every little detail down to the nub. Turning me completely cold to other walks of life, forcing me to lash out at those I love no matter how hard I try to fight it. It was impossible.

The more I fought, the more painful it became. It was easier for it to just take hold of me but I knew once I did that, Pandora would have won.

By the fourteenth day, we had traveled far from our old pack house. Every day adding a tonne of bricks onto my back, pure hatred spread through my veins. Desperate for revenge, desperate for her to feel my pain, how she had completely ruined my life without an inch of empathy.

We continued to walk through the forest, hopping between different places so we could sleep somewhere sheltered and protected. My dad had created a fire to keep us warm now the nights had turned a million times colder, he had hunted a rabbit and then skinned it, cooked it, and served it for dinner.

My eyes stay trained on the orange flames that burn in front of me, the wood popping every so often, and the smell of smoke wafting up into my nose. "I've decided," I say suddenly as I throw my finished bone down onto the fire. "I want revenge," I state simply.

My dad's eyes look up to mine with a blank expression. "Revenge?" He repeats.

I nod and stand from the log we were perched on. "Yep, I'm going to go back," I growl out, grabbing onto a backpack full of supplies.

"Nora," my dad shakes his head and stands to stop me. "You'll end up killed, you'll end up being tortured until you're begging for them to stop."

My eyes burn up in fury. "Are you with me or against me?!" I shout out to him suddenly. His eyes blink back at me, his mouth opening to speak but I cut him off. "Because to me, it sounds like you're a coward and taking her fucking side."

"Nora," he says instantly. "I'm trying to help you."

"No!" I shout, my anger rising through my throat. "No, you're not trying to help me! You don't want to help me because you can't stand up to your fucking wife." I spit out towards him, fury fuelling my words.

"I've never seen you like this before Nora," he says in disbelief, taking a step away from me like he was scared. "I have no idea who you've become."

"That's because she has turned my emotions inside out, the curse is trying to turn everyone against me!" I yell loudly, my teeth gritting harshly. "She's done this on purpose to hurt us!"

"Then be better," he tries to reach out for me. "You're better than this."

My arm pushes his away with such force that I don't even remember having that much strength, he cries out in shock and turns to me. "I can't be better," my body shakes, clenching my hands to try and stop my body from lashing out. "You have no fucking idea what it's like."

"Nora please," he tries again, stepping closer to me to grab my shoulders.

"No!" I shout as I shove him backward unintentionally, watching as he stumbles into the tree behind him. Smacking his head loudly against the bark, his eyes looking dazed and his mouth hanging open.

Both of us were in shock but I physically couldn't show it.

My throat swallows and I look up at the midnight sky, screaming until my lungs feel like they are about to burst. Then when I look down at my father he scutters for his belongings, his stance trembling. "I don't want to take part in your revenge," he tells me as he slowly backs away from me. "Your emotions are too powerful, they're terrifying. You can get the revenge you're so clearly seeking but I will not be a part of it."

"Fuck you," I sneer at him fiercely. "You're meant to be my father, stick by me."

"You would have hated who you have become Nora," he shakes his head at me in disappointment.

My canines flex at him as I lung forward, watching as he stumbles back and begins to dart through the trees. Not once looking back. My teeth grit at his actions as I resist the urge to start running after him. Having to remind myself that he was my father and no matter how much I hated what he said, he was still blood. Even if the need inside me to kill him was at the forefront of my mind.

Falling onto the log beneath me, letting my shoulders sink and exhaling a breath that I was tightly holding. Needing to get hold of my inner instincts before I start using violence as a defense mechanism to battle this curse.

Things could turn sour quickly and it would all be because of me.

. . .

"Oh my God," I laugh out loud as I turn to my father. "Why would you lie to me? Look what I've done now."

My dad looks over at the art piece in front of me, telling me to mix orange and green to create purple. "You've just not got the artistic taste I do," he shrugs at me, the brown smudge now across my white canvas.

"Shut up, you had one art lesson from Penny and now you're telling me that you're bloody Picasso," I roll my eyes towards him.

He laughs and lowers his hands to my shoulders, kissing the top of my head gently. "I thought you would have some kind of artistic hand but I guess I was wrong."

My mother's throat clears in the doorway to the art studio, her long black dress gown touching the floor as she leans onto the door hinge. Her eyes flicked between us. "Are you coming to bed, Nick?" She asks. "It's almost midnight and you're up, painting?"

"Sorry my love," he shakes his head to her. "Nora couldn't sleep so I suggested that we could paint together."

Noticing how my mother's eyes turn dark at my father's words, her fists tightening as they fold against her chest. "Really?" She tilts her head in clear annoyance. "At this time?"

My dad moves away from me. "You know Nora has bad insomnia," he says in a hushed tone but I could still hear him. "I don't want her to get upset."

"You spend every day with her and now you want it to eat into the time that we are meant to spend our alone time?" Her voice snaps harshly causing my dad to turn and look at me suddenly.

I turned my eyes to the canvas in front of me but continued to listen. "Are you kidding Pandora?" He asks in disbelief. "She is our daughter, you should care about her wellbeing."

"And what about mine?!"

My heart rate increases as my dad pulls back from her, ushering them out of the room and closing the door behind them. Even though he thought that I couldn't hear them, my mother's crackly and dominant voice was evident through the walls.

"She's always taking up our time. I'm starting to think that you prefer her over me." My mother grumbles out like a spoilt child.

I push out the stool from underneath me and quietly walk closer to the door, desperate to hear my dad's response. "What is going on with you Pandora?" He says gently.

"What's going on is my daughter is taking my husband away from me!"

My eyes blink back at her outburst, I knew she hated me but I didn't know she despised me this much. Thinking that I was trying to take my dad away from her like he was my personal belongings. We could easily enjoy each other's company as a family but my mother was selfish, she only wanted my dad. Never once cared for me.

Sometimes I think if I didn't have my dad, my mother would have fed me to the rogues. Watched as they ripped me limb from limb until I bled to death on the floor, using my blood for some deathly spell that would bring me back to life. Enough to torture me for eternity.

He is my only lifeline, without him I would be nothing. He has taught me every walk of life, he helped me grow up to be the best person I can be. But my mother can't deal with her jealousy, convinced that she put a spell on my father so that he would never leave her.

As my mother is half witch, half wolf, her abilities are limitless. She's always been a scary woman, even though I know my parents are mates. There is no way anyone would actively want to be with my mother. She has some wicked ways and even though I know she loves my father, I wouldn't put it past her to snap his neck if he didn't obey her orders.

Eventually the studio door cracks open and I scurry back to the stool, picking up a random paintbrush and holding it to the canvas.

My dad peeks his head around the door, catching my attention. "Hey," he says quietly. "I'm going to bed with your mother now, I'll see you in the morning."

I nod back to him and force a smile, this always happened. She always got her way, not being able to stand the fact that he spent time with me. Even if they just were going to sleep.

"Love you," he smiles.

"Love you. Night Mum." I shout after her but the door slams loudly, hearing them walk away and up the stairs. Betting on the fact she is cursing about me to my father, giving him an earful of why he's being a bad husband to her.

That I've come between them and ruined their marriage. I've heard them talk before about me, my dad always sticks up for me but then ten minutes later he's following my mother. I blame her powers, there's no way my dad would so easily change his mind.

Letting out a harsh sigh as I turned back to my painting, knowing that I wouldn't be able to sleep now. My brain was full of a million different thoughts, I would be up all night playing a bunch of random scenarios in my head for no reason.

Torturing myself slowly as I let my mother get into my head, understanding that she was trying to isolate me from my father. Pull us apart until he no longer wants to spend time with me, imagining that she makes up ludicrous lies to him to make me seem troubled.

I knew all of the tricks in her book, she was always abusing her power and it was only a matter of time before she did something that would ruin all of our lives.

The past two months had been deadly, spending this much time alone only drove me insane. Maybe I was already insane, the curse was manipulating my mind and forcing me to do things I didn't want to do. Crossing other packs territories, I wasn't proud of what I had done but I was adamant to get back to my mother and ripping her throat out.

Having trained myself every day to become faster and stronger, I needed to up my skills if I had a chance of trying to destroy her and taking her down once and for all.

My body was full of vengeance and anger, I had lost count of how many rogues I had killed on my journey but nothing was going to stop me from getting my revenge. Absolutely nothing.

Blood was smeared across my face, body, and hands. Dirt covered every inch of my skin, having found old clothes from abandoned houses and crafted weapons from wood and metals. My jaw continuously rattled, cautious of anyone attacking me from behind but I was ready.

Ready to kill and destroy anything in my way, nothing was going to stop me now and I already was expecting a bloodbath.

The sun had set and I found myself a rabbit to eat, roasting its body on a fire but I was eager to move on. Mostly traveling during the night, easier to blend into the trees and less likely to be caught as I cross territories.

Clipping my bag across my body and swiping my matted hair from my face, glancing over at my dirty hands. Stamping out the fire and taking off towards the North, carrying myself quickly and holding a handmade knife between my fingers.

Darting through the trees as I could hear leaves rustling from behind me, my eyes narrowing at the sound and gritting my teeth harshly.

I packed myself into a tree as I looked into the darkness, keeping myself silent before I was caught by something.

Paws pounding against the floor alerted me but my instinct kicked in, so I ran. Faster than I've ever run before, whizzing through the wind and dodging trees and rocks as I tried to get away.

The sound of a stampede races up from behind me, turning to witness six large wolves hot on my tail. I move my weapons from my bag quickly and watch as one snarls at me, releasing my hand and swinging my knife directly at them, puncturing their leg and watching them stumbling onto the ground harshly. Blood poured out of their wound like a waterfall.

Two wolves pound in front of me and trap me in a circle, growling loudly and protectively. Stopping suddenly between the dirt and frantically looking around at the wolves as they inch closer to me.

"Don't fucking come near me!" I shout out angrily, my hands holding my weapons in front of me. "I'll fucking kill all of you."

A grey wolf leans forward and snaps its jaw in my face, my hand automatically lunges forward with my knife but I miss their flesh. Closing in their circle tighter and tighter, until I'm frantically looking between their deathly glares.

"I'm fucking warning you," I spit, my head beginning to shake.

An older man approaches from the trees, standing between the wolves. His eyes instantly find mine and I raise my knife but I'm tackled to the floor before I get a chance to throw it.

"Let go of me!" I growl as their strong paws pin me down to the floor, the knives dropping from my hands.

The man approaches me and kneels to my level. "What on Earth are you doing on our territory?" He asks, my eyes looking between the wrinkles on his face.

My eyes turn hard and I growl. "Get off me!" I shout again.

He touches my face with the back of his hand, feeling my burning skin and then opening one of my eyes, looking at my pupils. "We best get the Alpha to check this out," he grumbles and the wolves nod. "He's not going to be happy that you've trespassed."

"He can suck my fucking cock," I seethe out, as my body turns rigid. "I'm going to kill all of you, every single fucking one of you if you don't let me go!"

The man smiles towards me, a sympathetic smile. "Oh my dear, you aren't going anywhere."

My teeth grit so harshly that I was convinced they were about to smash. "Get her up." He instructs with the click of his fingers, my wrists are yanked up with their sharp teeth, grazing my skin harshly as they try to pull me along.

Thrashing against them until one wolf clamps his teeth down onto my wrist, blood instantly dripping down my hand and off the ends of my fingers. "Fuck!" I cry out as he finally releases my hand.

"Don't be stupid," the man shakes his head at me. "Because this won't end well for you."

My eyes level with his and I imagined swiping his head off his body and wearing it as a souvenir, my time would come to get back at these assholes for ruining my plan.

The wolf on my left keeps his canines in my wound, keeping me in place as I am dragged toward their pack house. My eyes looked up at the large gloomy house before me, feeling a pit of frustration in my stomach, I needed to get out of there.

A cellar door is opened and I am thrown to the edge, without getting a chance to take the first step, I'm pushed. My heart flashes for a moment of panic as I fall ten feet down to the basement floor, my body hitting the concrete floor with a loud thud. I groan out and rub my ribs with my bloodied hand.

Before I get the chance to push myself up from the dusty floor my body is grabbed and thrown into a cell at the end of the room, forced into a chair, and tied up with laces of silver. My skin sizzled against the metal and tears raised in my eyes from the harsh pain but I ignored it, realistically it was nothing compared to what I felt inside every day for the last three months.

Withering away in the chair as I am faced with thick black metal bars, the room smelt like rotting sewage, and the sound of a constant leaky roof dripped behind me. The man from the woods slams the door shut and locks it, holding the key in his hands like a prized possession.

"The Alpha will be down soon, he'll decide what to do with you." He smiles towards me before turning the corner and listening to his footsteps up the stairs.

I growl out again, my canines beginning to flex as my skin presses further into the silver. Screaming until my lungs felt like they were about to burst, rattling in the chair but unable to the knots behind my back.

A few minutes passed until I could hear footsteps, the shadows of two people emerged from behind the stairs and approached the cell.

One was taller than the other, bigger and more defined. His dark eyes looked sinful and the look on his face was stern, he wasn't playing around today. He rests one arm up against the bars and looks at me directly through the metal. A slight graze of stubble across his chin and jaw, his dark hair short and neatly cut on top of his head.

Beside him was another man, the expression on his face looked slightly apprehensive as he looked between us both. Even though he was shorter he was still big, shoulders packed out and arms thick.

"Why are you trespassing on my land?" The taller one asks, his deep voice echoing off the brick walls behind me.

My eyes narrow towards him, turning my nose up at his question. "I've been on your 'so-called land' for three days and you've only just realized. Some shitty pack you must have." I shoot back slyly. "Some Alpha you are."

His eye twitches as my response and turns to the other guy. "Give me that fucking key," he snaps towards him.

"Demian..." he trails off.

"I said give me that fucking key!"

The guy blinks back at him and digs out the key from his pocket, handing it over to his Alpha. I watch as he jams the keys into the lock and pulls the door open with such force that it almost flies off the hinges, his huge biceps flexing in the process.

Demian stalks over and looks down at me in the chair. "Don't you dare disrespect me and my pack like that," he shouts as crosses his arms over his chest.

"Your pack ain't shit," I laugh at him, irking him completely.

His jaw shakes as he tries to calm himself. "I asked you a question and I expect a fucking answer. Why were you on my territory?!" He roared at me and I could tell that he had some kind of anger issues, anyone could spot it from a mile away.

So instead of replying I gather my saliva in my mouth and spit it down beside his shoe. In a blink of an eye, his hands were around my throat and he smashed the chair into the wall behind us. His hand doesn't ease as he tightens his fingers around my windpipe, his eyes leveling with mine, a cold glazed look between us.

"Listen here you little shit," he grumbles, his face burning up in flames. "You either tell me what the fuck you were doing or I will break every bone in your little body."

My eyes flick between his in a rage of competition and I didn't doubt for a second he wouldn't do it, of course he would. He's a control freak and needs everything to be in order.

"I'm trying to find my mother," I whimper out as he continues to choke me, almost unable to take a breath.

Demian's eyes narrowed towards me, the clocks ticking over in his mind but I could tell he wasn't going to believe me. "You're a liar," he mumbles out, his hand beginning to shake from his wrist tightening.

"Demian," the guy from behind warns him.

"Shut up Mace!" He growls out. "Tell me what you were doing!"

My face felt like it was turning blue from the lack of oxygen going to my brain. "I'm trying, to get back to her," I mumble out, my words barely audible.

"You're going to kill her," Mace shouts from behind.

My eyes were about to bulge out of my head until he released me, taking the biggest breath that I have ever taken in my life. Dropping my chin to my neck as I attempted to survive.

Demian's hand taps the side of my face as he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.

"You injured one of my wolves for no reason and threatened to kill us all," his nose flares as he speaks. "You expect me to believe that you were here to get to your mother?!"

His eyes flick between mine, glancing over my pale and broken skin, and my cracked lips.

"I am," I cough out as my heart races inside my chest, my eyes falling heavy.

Eventually Demian steps away and turns to Mace. "Let's just fucking kill her," he shakes his head dismissively. "Tomorrow we can do the execution because I'm tired of this fucking shit."

I don't miss the way Mace's eyes shoot wide towards his Alpha. "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" He asks as he scratches the edge of his head. "We have no idea where she has come from and who is after her. It might put us in danger as a pack."

Demian shakes his head like he doesn't want to hear anymore. "What I say goes," he mumbles as he slams the keys into Mace's shoulder, causing him to stumble back slightly. "I don't want that fucking possessed bitch anywhere near my family, my pack. She's worthless and we'll be doing the werewolf world a favor."

The Alpha disappears out of the cell and back up the stairs as Mace rushes to lock the door again, giving me one last glance. The look in his eye strangely touched me, like he wanted to spare me but it wasn't his choice.

Leaving me alone in the cell, the dripping from behind me was about to put me into an endless coma. Rattling in the chair again but feeling too weak to fight against the silver, still trying to expand my lungs from almost being choked to death.

Closing my eyes, no longer being able to fight my tiredness, awaiting my fate tomorrow.