Revenge

Darren's POV.

I was in a cell, with figures around me, making fun of me as they tortured me, my family was dead, and as their new alpha I needed to head the pack, but I couldn't do that while being stuck in here.

I wished I knew who attacked my pack, who plotted it, who made my parents die, who killed my pack members, I wished I knew, but I didn't know, they captured for months, almost going to half a year.

I was tortured everyday, in different forms and different ways of torture, there were times when I wanted to die, there were days when I didn't care.

The pain was never constant, but I could feel it growing as time passed by.

All I remember is waking up in an empty room after my pack got attacked, my wrists were tied behind me with rope and I fell down on a dirty wooden floor.

They took turns at hurting me, whoever they were, I couldn't see them as they often tied my eyes, and when they didn't, they wore masks.

It took a few weeks until my wounds healed enough for me to be able to use my legs again. But I still had to carry myself through the halls of the prison I was staying in.

But they would inflict wounds on me again once it got healed, it felt like they were looking for something in me, a way to break me, but they couldn't do it.

The more they hit me, the more I swore that I will be strong, the more I got stronger, I had nothing left to lose.

I didn't deserve to be here, I didn't deserve the pain as I did nothing wrong, yet they kept making my hate exist.

I promised myself to hunt down whoever planned this, who led this when I escaped, I would make sure every one of them pay for it.

When I'm free, I'll get revenge on everyone, each one of them.

I will bring justice to those who hurt me and make sure they regret it, they won't know or see what's coming, all I needed was a chance to escape, and I didn't have that yet.

They kept injecting me with silver, hitting me with silver chains, making sure I hurt whenever I started healing.

They thought it made me weak, but it only made me stronger. My stay there made me more determined and tough.

I learned that if you're not afraid of pain, then nothing hurts.

It made me more bitter, more twisted, it unlocked something in me.

I finally heard footsteps, I heard the guards talking about someone getting away, and I was hopeful, but I also hated hope because it meant things could go wrong.

My wolf told me to keep my head low, to avoid attention from anyone, or else they'd be able to hear what we say or even guess that I had a plan.

My wolf had been helping me out with everything, I wouldn't be here today without him.

He was always so understanding, he understood why we stayed hidden and why I hated hope and anything good it brought.

Because when hope shatters, what remains is destruction, hope leaves you. It becomes a lie that brings destruction and death with it, but I couldn't live without hope, my heart couldn't handle the feeling of losing it.

So, I followed my wolf's advice and hid my true nature well, hid the fact that I was planning my escape and I would get it soon.

I don't want to risk anything happening, I just need a bit more time until I can make an escape.

One week later, after another day of torment, the pain I felt wasn't physical anymore, no, it was mental.

It became more emotional than physical, more painful than physically painful.

When they injected me with different things, my wolf slipped away, but it came back immediately, it never left me or became weak.

But that also makes me better able to think and plan and plan.

And my wolf said that maybe I was thinking too much, perhaps a chance was there already, and I hadn't noticed.

I finally had the chance to escape, it happened in a twinkle of an eye.

I didn't know how I sped past them all, how I made it to the bush running for my life, but I did it.

I ran all the way until nightfall, then I stopped, I needed to find a safe place to stop until morning, it took hours before I found one.

I decided against walking, since I was tired and hungry, I settled down under some large tree and went to sleep.

I woke up and transformed, happy to see my wolf and me in good form, we were strong, and it felt like we weren't tortured.

I found my way back to my pack, but I made a promise to myself to find them all and make them pay for it.

Ater I started my duties as an alpha and made my pack enormous, and well secured, I made it my duty and objective to find them.

I discovered that a certain Mr. Storm was part and planned it. I was disappointed when I found him dead at the time I got to find out, but I wasn't ready for what the moon goddess had planned for me.

I was surprised to see my mate, I felt like I won't have one, my wolf was the happiest when we saw our mate.

I was so upset to see her bruised, I was about telling Alpha Rick to let her go.

The words died at the tip of my tongue when Alpha Rick told me she was Storm's daughter.

I couldn't believe my mate was Storm's daughter, every happiness I felt for having a mate disappeared, it was replaced with bitterness and pure hatred for her.

I bought her to make her go through what I did when I was kidnapped.

I tortured her for days, though my wolf didn't agree, it didn't want me hurting our mate, but I was too blinded by the rage I felt.

Even though I wanted to hug her, comfort her after seeing her all broken when I tortured her, I couldn't.

I couldn't get over what happened to me, even if I felt myself becoming deeply attracted to her.

I couldn't reject her because I know it'll hurt me and my wolf a lot, I couldn't let her escape like she tried doing now.