Katya
I wake to find my hands tied behind my back, my ankles tied together, and a blade against my throat.
“Try anything, and I will let my men have their fun with you,” chuckles a voice I thought I would never hear again. I glance up and find I am across the lap of Darian and two men I am not familiar with. Darian smirks down at me. “Miss me?” he asks, and I growl at him when he grips my hair, pushing my head back down in his lap. The blade digs into my throat and slices my skin.
“I will enjoy watching you be ripped to pieces,” I spit at him. His grip tightens in my hair as I stare at his face, he looks so much like his father it sickens me, his green eyes are menacing as he watches my face.
“I see you still have your mother’s sharp tongue, not that it helped you before, but I will enjoy seeing what you can do with it,” he moans, bumping his hips into the back of my head, and I feel the bulge under my head, the sick fuck.
Wiggling, I try to move my head away from his crotch. I reach for my mates using the mindlink when I feel a prick in my thigh, making my eyes snap back to focus on Darian, who is holding up a needle.
“Nighty, night Kat” He purrs, and my vision blurs, his face becomes distorted. I fight against the urge to succumb to it when I hear the screeching of tires.
“I thought you said he was dead?” Darian yells above me. I try to turn my head to see what he is talking about, but can only see the back of the front seats in the car.
“Don’t stop, run him down,” Darian orders before the car speeds up. Seconds later we hit something, pain radiates through me, making me scream. The car stops.
“Fucking grab them!” I hear before hearing gunshots, and I am shoved into the floorboard as they get out of the car just before my vision goes completely black.
I
wake to the sound of the continuous dripping of water hitting concrete. My head rolls heavily to the side, and I try to move. My hands are pulled painfully behind my back. I could hear someone breathing heavily, the sound ragged and wheezing. I force my eyes open to see the concrete wall in front of me. My vision is still blurring, and the contacts aren’t helping with my impaired vision. I could smell blood, and lots of it.
I tried to scan my surroundings, yet my neck can barely hold my head up, everything hurts. My hips and my ribs are killing me, and my leg felt like it was broken. But the pain isn’t mine.
I blink, trying to force my vision to clear when I pick up Ezra’s scent and adrenaline hits me, my heart races when I realize it’s his blood I can smell, his pain I could feel. My head whips to the side, and I see they have him in a bathtub, chained down. The stench of burning flesh as he is placed in a tub of wolfsbane. The purple flowering plants float in the water, his head is just above the water resting on the side of the claw foot tub, while his arms are chained above his head to the wall, the only thing stopping him from slipping under the water.
“Ezra,” I croak out just as a heavy door groans open.
“Ooh, there is my feisty Luna,” greets Darian’s sneering voice. “Hey, baby, did you miss me?” he asks, stopping in front of me, he crouches down his hands on my knees, and I struggle to break free.
My legs are tied to the chair legs as he runs his hands up my thighs, a gun in his hand, before the barrel presses against my stomach. His hand stops at the apex of my legs. I just need him closer, close enough to sink my teeth into him. I was livid, and I couldn’t erase the image of Ezra’s body covered in burns from the wolfsbane.
“Your mate and that stupid Alpha from the Forest Howlers pack thought they could take on three of my cars” He clicks his tongue before laughing. “You must have one hell of a pussy. Not many would throw themselves in front of a moving vehicle,” he sneers, and I growl at him.
“You are disgusting,” I hiss.
“No, my father was disgusting, a pathetic Alpha, and a fucking coward. You were mine, Kat. Your mother promised you to me. And now you have to go and get yourself knocked up by this asshole? Never mind, I will take care of that soon enough. But first, I need you to do something for me,” he mutters, but I am still stuck on his words.
He said I was knocked up. Knocked up as in pregnant? And how the fuck could he possibly know that?
“Before you say no, I have your mate and the forest Alpha. You will do as I ask, Kat. I have no problem putting a bullet in their head otherwise,” he grins, tapping my face with the gun.
“Where is your father?” I demand. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, his dark hair falling in his eyes before he sighs.
“Dead. He didn’t like it too much when I told him to cut a deal with Andrei to kill your mother. Apparently, he had a thing for her for years. I only care about one thing, and I don’t give a fuck who I have to kill, even my father and damn that bitch wouldn’t stop crying. The wailing, ah, I couldn’t stand the wailing, so I killed her too just to shut him up,” he says with a shrug.
That meant this sick fuck was now Alpha. The thought sickened me. I didn’t think he would have the guts to take on his own father. Clearly, I underestimated him. “You killed your own dad?” I ask, shocked, he was only a few months older than me. I grew up with him, and he was always so eager to please his father, so eager to grab his attention.
“Yes, the bastard tried to stop me from taking my rightful title. If she wasn’t my sister I would have killed her, turns out I actually like her out of my entire family. I love my sister, so when she told me that dear old dad was handing the pack to her instead of me, well that was enough to get under my skin,” he growls, his eyes darkening. “A girl. He was going to strip me of my title and give it to my baby sister,” he chuckles, shaking his head.
My mind races. There has to be a way out of this, something I can do or say to turn the tables. Ezra wouldn’t last long, and I would be damned before I let him die in front of me because of this asshole.