Elyssa's Point of View
The Alpha didn't drop me.
Despite my screams, or the way I thrashed on his back, he didn't budge. I might as well have been a feather draped over his shoulder cus he was so not affected by me. His shoulder was hard as steel, and each step he took was so steady, so purposeful and I couldn't help but fear what he has in store for me.
I could feel my tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt. My fingers kept gripping the back of it, scared he was going to drop me to my death. I couldn't the the soldier that had took the girl that was with me in the cell and I just hope he's taking her to the infirmary.
And then… we stopped.
He adjusted his hold and pushed open a heavy metal door with his foot. A low, mechanical hum followed the creaking hinges. The room was dark for a moment and then he flicked on the light.
I wished he hadn't.
The fluorescent bulbs overhead buzzed, casting a sterile, unforgiving glow across the room—and I saw it all.
A single, rusted drain sat in the center of the concrete floor, its edges stained brown and red. Chains dangled from the ceiling, some still glistening wet. Tools—if you could even call them that—lined one side of the room. Hooks, wires, knives of varying sizes. A rusted crowbar. A saw. Pliers stained in old blood. A whip that looked handmade, with barbs twisted into its ends.
A table of syringes.
A tray of burning coals.
And on the far wall, crude scratch marks—like someone had tried to claw their way out.
My blood ran cold and I instantly forgot how to breathe. He brought me here to torture me. HE BROUGHT ME HERE TO TORTURE ME!!!
"Let me go," I screamed, pannick blocking my air pipe and I blindly tried to get out of his grip but he didn't even budge
He strode to the center of the room and forced me down into a cold metal chair that had restraints bolted into the arms and legs.
"No—please—!" I twisted, panicked, trying to stop him, but he shoved me down with effortless force. My wrists were quickly strapped in with a tightness that numbed my hands instantly. The belt across my chest was the worst, holding me in place like I was already dead weight.
My pulse thundered in my ears.
He stepped back then, dragging a chair across from mine, the scrape of it against the concrete loud enough to make me flinch.
Then he sat. Slowly. Like a man with all the time in the world. Like a man who enjoyed the fear coiling off of me in waves.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, head tilted just slightly—studying me like I was a strange thing to exist.
Those grey eyes drilled holes into me
"Who are you," he asked at last, voice smooth and cold, "to Alpha Bastian?"
I stared at him, mouth dry, heart hammering against the restraint that pinned my chest.
"What?" I whispered hoarsely.
His eyes narrowed just a fraction. "You were found in the pack house. With the Alpha scent on you...".
I didn't answer.
My mind scrambled fror awhile but I wonder why he was curious about the Alpha. Didn't they capture him too?
What kind of information does he need that make him bring me here. I know nothing...
I saw him lean closer, elbows now on his thighs, voice dropping lower.
"Speak, or I'll make you wish you had."
The look in his eyes had me scrambling my thoughts out
"I am nothing to him...I work as a maid in the pack house," "T-the only reason I had his scent on me was probably..." when he hit me but I didn't wanna say that so instead I said " When I went to serve him tea in his office".
He watched me carefully. As if trying to detect a lie in my words.
Then, slowly, he rose from his seat.
He circled behind me.
I tensed, gasping when his hand brushed the side of my neck, erupting an unfamiliar feeling from me. I was distinctively away of how close he was too me, even through the fear that cloud my mind
"I've tortured spies before. I've killed many," he murmured by my ear. " I'd kill you if not for the fact my Gamma saved you. I believe she has a reason to "
I blinked—stunned.
His Gamma saved me?
For a moment, the words didn't register.
Saved me?
From what?
I tried to turn my head, but the strap across my chest wouldn't let me move much. My breath stuttered out as my gaze flicked toward him, still standing behind me. The heat of his presence seared into my back, a constant reminder that I was prey in a cage—his cage.
His Gamma saved me?
The confusion must have been clear on my face because he walked back into my view, slow and predatory, like a wolf circling a trembling fawn.
His expression was unreadable again. But those silver eyes—they watched me like they wanted to consume every shift in my expression.
"I don't understand," I breathed. "Why would she…?"
My voice trailed off.
And then I remembered.
The pack house had shocked violently before I blank out . There is no doubt that the building had collapsed. I was saved by someone...I would have been dead if...
"I'll give my Gamma what she asked for," he said, putting a temporal stop to my running thought. "A delay."
His fingers paused on the handle of the door
"But if I find out you're lying to me…"
He didn't need to say the words...my thoughts already filled it in for me.