Chapter 5

Scarlett

'No! ' The beast of a man sneered holding me by my neck, his claws digging into my skin. There was supposed to be pain on the punctured skin, but all I felt was electric tingles dancing across the parts his skin came into contact with mine. My wolf purred on the inside, enjoying his touch, but the bond couldn't fool me.

Normally, I would have been shivering from the cold, but I felt warm. My clothes had shredded during the shift, but Thierry had been kind enough to drape a jacket over me.

I felt half complete now that my wolf had finally surfaced. I felt like a totally different woman. Every single sense of mine was heightened, my vision was more clear, I could pick up sounds even as far as outside the chamber. Silas had insisted I didn't have a wolf, that I was weak, spineless and didn't deserve to have one but now, I knew I was normal.

'You, a rogue, my mate? ' He let go forcefully, standing up with his strong muscular arms flailing in the air. I recoiled further on the wall, trying to make myself invisible. I knew growing up that mates were goddess given gifts. I also knew that they brought happiness in one's life. They were the other half of werewolves, the male ones protected the female ones.

Looking at him pacing on the concrete floor with his back tense, muscles straining his shirt, I knew I wasn't the type of female he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The apparent realization that he didn't want me brought forth a heavy feeling in my heart. I could feel the organ beating faster than usual. My attempts to swallow the lump in my throat failed.

My head hang as I shivered, snaking my arms around myself. My mind went back to my mother's words and for once she was wrong. She had told me that finding my mate would bring the best feeling I have ever felt. She said it would be the freedom my wolf and I would enjoy each day. That our mate would love us unconditionally, he would die for us if need be.

I shook my head knowing very well that the alpha would do no such thing for me. Instead he would kill me and get rid of me like the useless rogue I was before his eyes. I bit my lip painfully, the metallic taste of blood coating my tongue.

'Alpha, the moon goddess doesn't make mistakes. ' I slowly lifted my head to look at Thierry, fearful for his utterance. A heavy silence followed after his words, it lasted for a few seconds before the alpha exploded.

'Get the fuck out! ' I closed my eyes as Thierry, Jasper and cane shuffled out of the room, locking the metallic door.

I am finished.

I whispered as the tense atmosphere became clogged with uncomfortable silence. 'Who send you? '

I snapped my head up at his calm question. His demeanour though was anything but calm, the man's face was contorted into a scowl. Mastering strength, I whispered.

'No one. ' He looked at me pointedly with a raised eyebrow. His eyes dipped to my thumb but everything was healed now that I had a wolf. I didn't feel any physical pain, every single wound and injury was long healed.

'Lies! You are a fucking liar!' I flinched at the ascent of his voice, it screamed pure terror and yet somehow I loved how manly it sounded.

'They send you to spy on me, to trick me into thinking that you are my mate.' He trailed off, staring at the spot on the wall behind me. I had no idea about who he was referring to.

'It's their plan so that they can use you as my weakness and strike. ' It was my turn to stare at him as if he were out of his mind.

'But I, ' He tapped on his chest with his head raised high as he finally turned his intense gaze to me.

'Alpha Jaxon will not fall into their trap. ' I gasped, shaking my head. The only thing I heard in his statement was his name.

'Alpha Jaxon. '

A feeling I couldn't comprehend took root on the inside. The same feeling I felt when my mother told me stories of the same alpha Jaxon, the monster among men. How had I not put two and two together? He was the one and the same, the monster who instilled fear among the werewolf community. A man who committed mass murders and bathed in the blood of his victims.

The same man that is said to have killed the alpha king with his bare hands. To top it all, he was my mate, alpha Jaxon was my other half, the same man who wanted to murder me.

He must have seen the emotions written all over my face because he stepped back.

I couldn't look at him, no, how could I look at the most deadliest alpha? It was a miracle I was still alive, rumours had it that trespassers were dealt with the very same day they were captured. It had been days, hours upon hours of suffering inside the cell. Only for me to transform the very same day of my scheduled torture and murder.

'You knew who I was and yet you allowed them to send you to your own demise. ' He was closer now, inches away from my body, looking down at me. If I had known I was trespassing into his pack, I wouldn't even have dared escape.

'Get up! ' There wasn't any room for arguments in his voice. I was up on my feet, swallowing a small gulp of saliva.

'I will ask you for the last time Scarlett . ' He whispered firmly on my left ear, his right hand grasping my hair painfully. I swallowed down a whimper as I opened my mouth hastily.

'Who- send-you? ' Each word was properly pronounced, slowly dragged through his teeth. I could feel the seriousness in his voice and yet I knew I didn't have the answer he wanted.

'I, e-scap-ed. ' I managed to stutter, directing my hand to where he held my hair. The side of my jacket slid over my shoulder, almost leaving me bare.

A dry chuckle left his mouth as he pushed me on the wall. He leaned down, and looked at me straight into my eyes. 'From where? '

A relief washed over me, he was willing to listen, his questions proved it. 'The Crane Power. '

He hummed, pressing into me pushing me on the wall. 'So Silas put you up for this...I am not surprised. '

He let go, only for his big hand to press around my neck. It wasn't enough to cut the oxygen but it was tight enough to bruise. In an attempt to pull him off, the jacket finally slid off my shoulders. I could feel the material pooling around my feet on the floor.

I didn't dare meet his eyes as he openly stared at my chest. His eyes dipped between us, as a cold breeze brushed on my skin, making my nipples harden instantly. I swear his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he openly stared, making a foreign warmth spread all over.

After a short while he stepped back, but not before his eyes briefly went between my legs. I was confused about what had just happened. The warmth that I had suddenly felt between my legs. What was wrong with me? He had almost tortured me to death and now I was allowing his presence to affect me?

'I have no desire for a mate, especially a mate like you. ' He disrupted my thoughts yet again. I bend over to pick the jacket and covered myself up quickly. I was no longer comfortable with him looking at me as if I was a snack.

Every word cut deep and I could only shut my eyes awaiting the looming rejection. I had a clue about how rejections worked and how deadly the consequences were.

'However this pack is in need of an heir and now that you are here...You will serve your purpose and after that we will revisit. ' I opened my eyes, trying to comprehend what he meant, was he reducing me to nothing but a breeding she wolf?

'I don't forgive and neither do I forget. Once you give me a son, I will make sure you suffer as promised. ' I couldn't believe his animosity towards me, his own mate.

'You must follow the same path other trespassers followed...Death in my own hands. '