Lance's POV. The sweat drips down my back as I head back to the room, I needed to clear my head and figure out exactly what is going on around me, and what better way to do it than to pour all my rage on the punching bag, which now lays in pieces on the gym floor by the way. Now that I have had some time to think about my actions and cool off, I find that I actually have done some things wrong, first and foremost my approach. That slap was well deserved because when Allyssa had talked about her aunt, no, Elaine, I had laughed in her face, with Elaine's dead body a few meters from me and her blood on my hands. That had been a completely unacceptable approach to the issue, in my defense, I didn't want to laugh, it just bubbled out of me without control, but it was still wrong. And I also get the reason she would have to doubt me, she witnessed me crouching over Elaine's body, her blood on my hands, face and clothes, telling her immediately that I was not wrong would have been like
Allyssa's POV. I open my eyes, my head hurts, and I sway to the side, my head lolling, I'm tied up, that's the first thing I notice, and I'm alone in a very nondescript room. I turn my head around, my head feels heavy on my shoulder and I feel like it is going to fall off and roll down but my hands are tied and there is nothing I can do. I look around the room, there is a single light bulb that produces smoky illumination which hurts my eyes, the chair I'm chained to is made of iron, there is an iron table with all sorts of torture items sprawled on top of it. The room is bleak, and my heart jumps in my throat as I realize that this may be the end for me. I am going to die without even seeing Lance, I am going to die with the image of my aunt's dead body crawling through my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping this is just an hallucination, a dream, but when I open my eyes, the rope is still fighting into my wrist, the table with the torture instruments still looks as menacing a
Lance's POV. I'm on a searching spree, my wolf is beyond angry at this point, there is no word in the vocabulary that can describe the intense feeling of fury and rage that I am feeling at this point, it's red hot and blinding, searing me from the inside out. I'm still waiting for Dylan and pacing the clearing, clutching her hair to my chest and trying to use the mate bond to lead her to me, I call out to her using the mate bond, but it's either the mate bond has been weakened or the distance between she and I, is too far for the mating pull to reach. I still feel like it's all my fault that all these happened, I am the one that got angry and left while she was still in her feelings, had I behaved like a sensible person and tried to calm her down, we would not be in this position, she would be in my arms now and not missing. Had I taken the time to explain everything to her then maybe things would be different right now, but I had let my emotions cloud my judgment, I had acted base
Allyssa's POV. Belinda leaves my jaw, examining her nails to see if any damage was done to the new manicure, then she orders Adrian to untie my hands, and he does so, keeping his hands on my shoulders to keep my from escaping, I almost roll my eyes, there's no way in hell that I'd be able to escape, I don't even know there the hell I am. I am so angry and also, so scared at the same time. Belinda, this bitch, came in and started gloating about my predicament, and considering the fact that she is the one that put me in it, I think my murderous thoughts are justified. "How does it feel huh, answer me" She screams at my face and I look up at her, then spit on her feet. "How dare you?" She shrieks, "hold her" she commands Adrian and he does just that.He yanks my head back so that my throat is bare, Allyssa's sharp pointed nails trail in my neck, and I hold my breath. If she sinks her nails in my flesh, she might hit a vein or major artery and I may die from blood loss. Pak. The sla
Allyssa's Pov. I wake up in my bed, the bed I and the Alpha share, I don't even remember dozing off, I just remember the Beta dropping me off here and me going inside, worried sick about my mate. Who is currently leaning over the bed, looking at me, his breath fanning my face and a smile grazing his lips."You are beautiful" He murmurs and nuzzles my neck. I smile and then when my eyes trail to his arms my breath catches in my throat." And you're hurt" I whisper, alarmed, he straightens and I jump up, getting the first aid box." You're adorable, it's okay though, I don't need that, I'm going to heal on my own anyway" He mutters and I glare at him. Applying some antiseptic cream to my thumb and forefinger, then opening my palms, I mutter, " Bring it here" He looks at me and sighs, " It's really okay"" Those cuts are so fucking deep, please let me treat your wounds, please " my voice cracks at the end, buy I try very hard to keep my composure, and fail miserably. There scratch
Alyssa's POV."Run." That's all I heard from my mom's lips before taking off. I could hear the commotion in the pack, yet I ran as fast as I could, my heart thumping furiously. It felt like the blood was rushing through my ears at super speed, and even though it was just wind against my face, my chest felt tight with worry that someone would spot me. I didn't know who or what I was running from, all I knew was that rogues attacked the pack, and everyone was running for their lives. My feet barely touched the ground as I kept running, with no actual direction. The wind blowing my hair against my face, the sounds grew louder, as if a huge crowd had surrounded us. I pushed myself to run faster, my lungs screaming, my legs burning. Adrenaline coursed through my body, and it burned, but I couldn't stop. It would only be seconds until I hit something. Maybe the fence, maybe a tree... but I needed to keep going, I heard stories about rogues, and I didn't plan on falling victim to any r
Alyssa's POV."Mate." I whispered as I inhaled his scent, a faint hint of woodsy and leather clinging to him. His eyes narrowed at me, taking in my appearance slowly, his nostrils flared ever so slightly with each breath, his gaze lingering on the length of my body before focusing on my face. "Mate." He finally said the words, yet it felt like it was forced out of his mouth. My chest felt tight as if my heart wanted to break, my wolf began whining slowly. "Beta!!" He yelled, making me shake with nervousness. "Yes Alpha." A man came running through the passage I could sight from where I stood. "Take this rogue and add among the rogue slaves we've found." He spat. My heart clenched painfully immediately I heard him, "I'm not a rogue, I was..." I didn't finish my explanation when I felt myself dragged roughly by the hand into an enclosed room. "You're hurting me!" I yelped, trying hard not to make any noise. He growled, the noise was low, deep but not menacing. "You better move
Alyssa's POV.I woke up with a start, my heart racing and sweat running down my face, making the pillow sticky beneath me. I took a breath to try and steady myself before pulling the covers off of my body. The cool air hitting my hot skin made me shiver slightly as it brushed across the sensitive areas below my ribs. The pounding on the door had me running to it immediately, my whole body ached, the injuries from yesterday still evident in various places, but not quite as bad as they had been. I didn’t have time to think about my physical state as I flung open the door and looked at my visitor. My eyes widened immediately, and I wasn't ready for the slap that hit me immediately. I tried greeting the head slave. The slap sent me tumbling backwards into my room's wall, landing hard enough to leave a mark. Tears welled up as the pain spread through my entire body. It felt like someone was hammering their fist through the wall, and it hurt. Badly. "You need a lesson on waking up lat