Let me go!

Evelyn's POV

"Let go of me!" I screamed as the soldiers lifted me in both arms and carted me out of my home. "Let go this instant! Cyrus! Cyrus, you can't be serious!"

I looked over my shoulders as I was being dragged away from my home. A maid had a sad look on her face as she closed the front door.

The soldiers shoved me into a car and drove while I screamed. They arrived at the pack prison and left me down to the dungeon.

A place kept for hardened criminals and dangerous people.

It reeked of dirt and blood and sweat. I could hear the hollering of the prisoners as I got led through a small hallway down to a prison at the end.

I had stopped screaming. What was the point? No one could save me. I had been rejected by my family, treated as dirt, and used as a pawn over and over.

And then I yearned for the love of a cruel man who treated me like a prisoner.

Because of his lover.

"I'm sorry, Luna." One of the guards mumbled in apology as he opened the jail gate.

I walked in, blank-eyed, feeling empty. I had no tears left to cry.

I had cried enough. In three days, my life had changed for the worse. I had been cheated by my sister, beaten up by my pig of a brother, and lost my baby.

I dropped to my knees. Pain shot through my bones but I kept quiet, swallowing the pain.

Could the moon goddess see it all? Was this what she wanted? Or was this punishment for not dying when my mate did?

I closed my eyes tightly. Perhaps I should have died three years ago. There was nothing for me in this world. Nothing.

I had lost far too much and lived such a miserable life.

I had sinned. My eyes flashed open as I looked around the dirty cell I was in. This was my punishment.

My punishment for loving a bastard.

"How dare you?" I whispered, digging my nails into the dirt. Anger burned within.

Anger at Cyrus, for constantly choosing that bitch over me. I had just told him I had lost our baby. And what had he done? He had me thrown in jail for a false accusation.

Me.

His Luna.

His yells rang in my head and my fingers dug further into the dirt.

"How could you?" I bit out, anger and pain filling my voice with every word. "How could you do this to me? How dare you treat me like this, Cyrus?!"

My breathing became harsh and heavy. I grabbed a handful of sand and threw it against the prison bars.

"Let me out of here! I need to see Cyrus. Let me out this instant!" I ordered but got nothing in response. "I am your Luna. You will obey me!"

All I got in reply was silence. Nothing more. I glanced down at the dirt, dey-eyed and angry. He would come. Cyrus had to come. He would not leave me here.

*Why are you still pinning on him?! My wolf, Bree, snarled, awake after what seemed like forever. He doesn't get to treat us like this and get away with it.* She growled, prowling my head.

"I thought I had lost you," I whispered. When my mate died three years ago, she had gone silent and I had feared it would last forever.

He'll pay! She snarled.

He chose her, Raven. He had never hidden the fact that our marriage was like a rope to his neck. I didn't know what deal he had with my father.

But I knew my father.

And he was the worst kind of bastard ever to exist.

It was his fault. He had sold me off to Cyrus and look where that left me.

In prison.

Childless.

In pain.

*We lost our pup,* Bree hissed. *He doesn't care. Someone attacked us and yet he doesn't care.*

I gritted my teeth, taking another handful of sand and hauling it at the bars.

"I cannot forgive him. I cannot forgive this. I have suffered all my life, I cannot keep going like this!"

The tears hit then and I covered my face with my dirty palms, sobbing. My body shook and trembled as I cried.

Bree tried to comfort me while I lamented and after a long while, I eventually fell asleep, curled up on the ground.

The sound of someone hitting the bars woke me up. The prison hallway was dark. Not even a candle was lit.

I blinked rapidly to adjust to the darkness then narrowed my eyes. Standing before my cell was a hooded figure.

A man. He had the soldier's uniform on, but it had a hood that covered his face.

He remained still, but I could feel his gaze on me.

"Who... Who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter," The man replied. I frowned. He sounded familiar. "Who are you?"

"Is this some kind of joke?" I sniffed.

"No, it isn't," he replied. "Who are you? Are you Evelyn of New Moon? Daughter to a cruel Alpha and sister to the worst siblings on the planet? Are you Evelyn of Eclipse, Luna, but reduced to nothing because of your husband's mistress? Are you simply Evelyn, pathetic, sad, and miserable? Who are you?"

"I am not miserable!" I spat. How could a soldier address me this way? What was going on? And why was it so quiet?

"Shall I tell you what your husband is doing right now?"

My heart thumped wildly. "No-"

"He's with her. At her condo. They're going to share a bottle of wine and you can imagine how it goes from there."

"Shut up!" I spat, trying to block the images out of my head.

"Are you angry?"

"Of course, I'm angry!" I spat.

"Are you furious?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Do you want revenge?" I paused at his words and watched him whip out a flashlight. He took off his hood and I gasped.

Blue eyes.

It was the man who had helped me outside my Father's home. Bree stirred, suddenly getting agitated.

"I can help you get revenge." He said.

And in that instant, my wolf yipped.

"Mate!"