CHAPTER 5

MITCH

"THE DUNGEONS?" DRACO asked Mitch. "Really?"

Mitch scoffed and walked away. "This is all a ploy. Do not be bought by her sweet act. It is all pretense, you of all people should know that."

Draco was Mitch's Beta, even though Mitch always claimed not to need one. Being a Lycan, things were different for him. He did not need that societal presence that werewolves lived by.

"You don't know that she is pretending," Draco said, following Mitch. "She might be just as she seemed... Hurt and lost."

Mitch laughed and walked to the bar. He poured himself a drink of whiskey and drained it. "You are welcome to sit this one out, okay? But I am going to make her talk until she says the truth."

He walked out of the room. 

Mitch Chester brewed a hatred for every high-ranked wolf from many packs. Especially those that had played an active role in hunting his ancestors like dogs, making them retreat into the harsh mountains. Over the centuries, they had adapted and made the mountain pack a refuge for many misunderstood or lost wolves who wanted to join them. The mountains were now home, not just a pile of rocks and hills. 

4 generations ago, from Mitch's great-grandfather, the other packs had come to the realization that they could not fight against the Mountain wolves anymore, so they had started a rumor saying that the mountain wolves were savages that fed on raw flesh and were led by an abomination from the moon goddess - a lycan. The rumor had spread like wildfire and was passed from generation to generation till date. 

Mitch's father had been a peaceful man. He did not bear the violent streak that other lycans of his generation possessed. He had often wanted to propose peace to the rest of the werewolf council. But it was rejected numerous times.

Mitch had the violent streak in double fold. He wanted nothing more than to burn every pack to the ground. And now, the daughter of his arch-enemy is in his grip. He smiled and rubbed his hands together. He was going to have so much fun, watching her squeal and beg for her life. 

He walked down the tunnel that led to the dungeons inside one of the mountains. The hall was lit by flaming fire torches. 

The guards outside the cell bowed and stepped aside to let him pass. He walked into the small cell. The room was small and cold with hard floors. She was on the floor. Her hair was splayed over her face, shielding her eyes and expression.

Mitch smirked. "What are you doing here on my pack?" He asked again. When Anna did not respond, he snapped his fingers and one of the guards came in with a long leather whip.

He smacked the air, and the sound of the whip resonated in the air. "I will not ask you that question again," He snarled. His eyes flashed red like blood.

Anna coughed up a sob in despair. "I was lost. I didn't know I was coming to your pack," She cried.

Mitch laughed. "I am not falling for your antics. Your family is heartless and ruthless. You will remain down here until you are ready to tell me the truth!"

"But I am telling the truth," she cried.

Mitch scoffed. "I will be the judge of that" He wanted to whip her, just for the fun of it, but he could not bring his hand up to lash the whip. Angry with himself for his weakness, he used his foot to push Anna aside. She fell to the floor, weakened by days of not eating anything and emaciated, but she was still pretty.

"So the rumors are true," She gasped. "That all of you here are just a bunch of savages."

"If you don't stop speaking, I will make you eat your words!" He growled. "The real savage is your father and everyone who followed him in his campaign, including you."

Anna slowly scrambled to her feet and stood a few inches from Mitch. His eyes were cold and distant as he regarded her with disgust written on his face. Then he suddenly turned and walked away.

"Why did you save me then?" She called.

He stopped without talking and said, "I do not like the idea of rogues running about my lands. And you are a rogue so your fate is concluded already."

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice breaking slightly.

"When I am done with you, you will be no different than the men I saved you from," he said in a low tone. "Dead!"

He stalked out of the cell and slammed the door behind him. He turned to the guards and said, "None of you are to speak a word to her. Do not touch her. Whenever her meals are brought to her, place it outside the cell and kick it in." He looked the two men in the eye. "Do you understand me?" 

They nodded in unison. "Yes, Alpha."

"Good," 

As he walked up the tunnel, he wondered why he had hesitated to whip the bitch. He planned on taking pleasure in her pains, so why had he stopped? 

He walked to the pack house. Over the centuries that they had lived here, his ancestors had built and modernized the mountains around them. It was like a kingdom now with a stone castle located on the foot of the tallest mountain in the area. 

They had relations with the human community in the city, but none with any other werewolf pack.

He walked into his castle and shrugged off his heavy overcoat.

"I don't see the whip dripping with blood," Draco said. He had been resting against a wall, waiting for Mitch to arrive. "What happened?" He pushed from the wall. "You believed her?"

Mitch scoffed. "Not a chance."

"But you didn't whip her..." Draco said. "What did you do? Pulled out her fingernails? Kick her to a pulp?" He lowered his voice and added, "Had sex with her?"

Mitch spat out the drink in his mouth. "I did nothing of such."

"Why?" Draco asked. "You were pretty bent on inflicting pain on her."

Mitch ignored Draco and walked up the stairs to his suite. He took off his shirt and got into the bathroom to shower. While he was in the shower, he heard someone come into the room. 

He walked out with only a towel wrapped around his waist. On his bed was a sexy-looking tall blonde lady. She turned and smiled at him, biting her lip softly. "Bad time?" She asked in a husky tone that sent Mitch's blood racing.

"Never a bad time for you, Ophelia," he growled as she crawled towards him. His cock was already hard before she got to him and loosened his towel.

He reached into a drawer and retrieved a long black whip, Ophelia giggled as she took Mitch's cock into her mouth. The whip came down repeatedly against her back as she took him to ecstasy, making him temporarily forget the black hair and stubborn, hazel eyes that had burned into his soul from the woman locked in the dungeons.