In the dungeon

Natalia's POV

I stepped out of the pack house, wanting to leave for a while, but I bumped into Kenneth when I got to the exit.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?" He asked, glowering at me, but I chose to ignore him. He then grabbed my right arm, pressing tightly on it and making me wince. "Answer me now, or you will regret it."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The man in front of me was not the man that I knew to be my protector. The man in front of me was a liar and a betrayer. I had to remind myself that, before I crumble and begin to beg him, hoping that he would be moved by my tears.

"What can you do to me, Kenneth? You and Aaron already took my father from me. Get the fuck out of my way!" I lashed at him, trying to twist my arm out of his hold.

"You want to see what I can do?" He then began the drag me away. I struggled against him, but I was no match for his strength. He was a warrior after all.

"Kenneth!" I then heard Luca's voice. He was also one of the warriors, and I guessed that he was on Aaron's side now. "Let her be. The Alpha has freed her by himself. You have no right to punish her."

"She deserves everything that comes her way." Kenneth insisted bitterly, and I wondered what I did to him.

"Alpha Aaron didn't ask you to help him hate her. He is well capable of that. You need to let her go before you provoke him. He has not been in a very good mood recently, and you know that he does not take behaviours like yours lightly.

Kenneth glared at him. "Leave here now!"

Luca shook his head at him and left. I stared at Luca in surprise. He seemed to have a lot of sympathy for me. I didn't know exactly what for, but I felt that he could come in handy.

Kenneth dragged me to the dungeons, and roughly threw me on the floor, causing me to sustain some injuries on my knees. They began to bleed, but that wasn't my concern at that moment. I needed to get out of the fucking dungeon.

"Let me out of here." I screamed, hitting the ironbars as he locked me in. "Let me out you fucking bastard."

I wondered why he took it upon himself to punish me. Aaron even let me have my room back, but this jerk refused to let me be. I was tired of being locked up every time.

"By the time you stay here for two weeks without food and water, you will have to know your place in this pack." He said to me, before leaving.

I paced around restlessly, waiting for someone to get me out of there. It was cold and dark, with insects and rodents biting me. The dress I wore was not long enough to cover all my body, and the smell there wasn't too pleasing, especially with my werewolf sense.

I banged the door again, but no one came. I was sure that they did not even hear me, as the dungeon was not exactly very close to the pack house, coupled with the fact that it was built under the ground and sound proofed.

I gave up and rested my back on the rough walls, before I slowly let myself slump on the ground. I didn't bother to try covering my body again, as I knew that it was useless. I just rested by head on my laps, and it didn't take long before I slept off.

I didn't know how many hours had past when I woke up, but when I did, I was still locked up, and the darkness made me afraid. I wanted to go away. I placed my hand on my stomach. I was starving as hell. Unlike the last time I was locked up, I was not given food.

Tears formed in my eyes again, and I didn't bother to stop them, and I cried myself to sleep again. It went on and on like this for a very long while, and I was sure that a few days would had passed.

At first, I thought Aaron would let me out, since he said he was going to let me free, but now I knew better. The bastard was going to let me die.

I suddenly jolted when I heard footsteps approaching. I shifted back and wrapped my hands around myself protectively. I wanted to fight them all, but I didn't have the strength. I felt bad at how pathetic I was.

The footstep came closer, and stopped right in front of my cell.

"Natalia."

It was Aaron. Did he change his mind and decided to free me? Or did he come to punish and kill me? I couldn't tell, but my heart raced erratically, and fear coursed through my whole body.

I heard the clicking of keys, and I knew that he was going to open the cell. I tried to stand, placing my hands on the wall to support myself.

The bars opened, and Aaron stepped in. He put on the flashlight of his phone, and I slowly walked out. I felt weak all over from lack of food, and my legs were wobbly. It was even hard for me to walk, but I knew that I needed to endure.

"How long have you been down here?" Aaron finally asked me, but I didn't answer him. He probably didn't bother to keep count of the days, so why should I waste my energy on him. Not like I have much energy anyway.

I suddenly hit my right foot against a wall and fell. I tried to get up again, but my whole body ached so badly, especially my starving stomach.

To my surprise, Aaron suddenly crouched, before carrying me.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"You clearly can't walk." Aaron said, and I rolled my eyes. Since when did he start caring again?

He then took me out without saying any other word to me.