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The dungeons are cold, and I can feel the silence down through my bones. A drop of water keeps falling from a nearby pipe. It seems to be the only water source down here. "What's a pretty girl like you doing down here?" I hear a voice. The voice sounded like a snake, mysterious and cold. "W-Who are you?" I get up. "Oh no, darling, that won't matter, won't matter at all." A female voice says this time. "St-Stay away from me!" Then hands grab at my ankles and pull me down.

Whispering surrounds me and I feel as if I'm going crazy.

"Who's there?" I try to crawl, but hands keep me down. "Sh, child! They'll hear you!" Snake shushes. Who's he? What's going on? "L-Leave me alone!" I grab at where the voices come from. I end up touching a beard. A small scream falls flat from my mouth. "I thought we told you to hush child." A cold harsh hand hits my face.

More whispering and I actually feel crazy. "S-Stop talking!" I join in on the whispering involuntarily. I can see their eyes, wide and tired. "What's your name, child?" The female wonders. I don't know if I should give them my real name, my middle name, or a fake name. "L-Louise, if you may." My great manners came out. "Louise." Snake drags out the name. "Don't lie to us, child."

The talking stops. I can feel that the people who were whispering are gone. But safety comes just like sleep does. It doesn't.

There's a window. I can clearly see that the sun has risen. Alpha Hughes's instructions are for me to stay down here all night. And I have. This must mean my time's up!

"How has she been, Charles?" I hear my mate's voice. "She's been whispering to people all night." Charles answers. "Who?" I see Alpha Hughes's forest green eyes look at me. "I don't know, I didn't hear any other voices." Charles explains. What? Then who was I talking to? There are other people here! I could hear them! "Alright, well, I'll talk to her about it." Then he comes by the cell I'm in. He looks at me and shakes his head.

It seems when Alpha Hughes needs to think, he paces. Pacing means that you're anxious, so what's he anxious about? I can see that he's going over something in his head. His eyes tell it all. "What voices did you hear?" He asks. "A man and a woman." I inform. "Okay, okay, well, you were the only one in your cell. So they must have been-" I interrupt him. "They were in my cell. They grabbed my ankles."

Alpha Hughes mutters a few swear words. "Don't interrupt me, Samantha." He says with a warning tone. I nod and look down. "Have you heard voice before?" Alpha Hughes wonders. I nod. "It wasn't your wolf?" He questions. I don't answer him. My wolf doesn't communicate with me. The only time I've ever heard her voice was when I met Alpha Hughes. "Answer me!" He yells. "No, i-it wasn't." I mutter. "Dammit!" He whispers and walked out. I followed him.

I'm left alone again. I take some time to look at his room. The walls are ivory, his bed as a white comforter, light blue throw pillows, and white pillows. He has a gray sofa in the left corner of the room and in front of that sofa is a wooden coffee table. The coffee table has a mug on it alone with a few other books and a newspaper. Above his bed there is a ceiling fan with lights on it. The room is rather plain, but well decorated.

I stay in the room for the whole day. Alpha Hughes constantly checks up on me to make sure Emily hasn't taken me out yet. And each time he comes by, I forget to ask him where Emily is. Normally, she'd try to visit me. Emily hasn't been in my life for a long time, but I know her. And I know she would have attempted to make sure I am still intact.

Around noon, I hear a knock on the door. I quickly rush over to the door and pray that it's my lunch. "Jack, I know you're in there!" The familiar voice of Chelsea calls. But instead, I open the door. "What are you doing here?" She eyes me. "I l-live here." I summon all my nonexistent confidence. "Sure you do," Chelsea eyes me some more, "well if I were you, I'd get out of here before he finds out you're in his room, slut." Then she walks away.

The next knock on the door is in fact my lunch. The woman who brings me my meals tells me that it's a cheese quesadilla with a side of cilantro-lime rice. It looks so delicious. I quickly thank the person who brought me my lunch and I start to eat it.

By the coffee table there's a small television. He has N*****x so I decide to watch Legally Blonde.

"What are you doing?" I catch Alpha Hughes's scent. "I-I, um-" I can tell he's a very impatient person because yet again he interrupts me. "I never said you could watch N*****x." He crosses his arms. "I was j-just looking for some-something to do." I stutter. "Just don't do it again." He glares at me before leaving again. Why is it such a big deal if I watch N*****x or not?