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Kristen's POV'Let me go.''Shut up!' Hit.'Get me out of here!''I said shut the fuck up!" Hit.'Please… just let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone.'More screams, more sobs, more slaps.I thought it was all a nightmare until my eyes lazily flutter open and my ears kick in more of these sounds.Aside from the fact that I am in chains and locked up in a short cage, I have come to actualize the fact that I am not the only female here. There's more of them, probably a hundred or so. I can't remember how I was brought in here, then the last thing I can recall was when that creepy guy…jack, sent his fist flying into my face and I passed out. My throat feels sore and itchy. I am thirsty but I doubt I will be able to drink water because swallowing my spittle hurts as well. And I wonder how long I have been out cold.This place doesn't seem like it's out in the open. It's like an underground prison because I can see several other women with torn dresses, birdnest of hair, bloodshot ey

Kristen's POV"Sarah's quick death is just the tip of the iceberg, Kristen," Jack hunks down his height to Sarah's dead body and pokes it."She's been here for four years and I got bored of her, so I thought it was high time I saved her from her misery," he strokes her cheek and smiles as if he admired her in death more than when she was alive. The urge to puke comes up again, but I harden my jaw this time because Jack hasn't forgiven me over what happened a few minutes ago. I puked on his face and that even resulted in poor Sarah's death."You want to see more? You want to see what I do to people who disobey me?" Jack looks at me again, with his anger returning. One moment he's hot and the next he's cold. The true nature of a psycho."Answer me, Kristen. You want to take a peek?" His voice is much louder and scary this time."No, please," I tremble out of fright from the menacing way Jack is staring at me."You don't get to decide here, Kristen. I am your husband, I do what I want."

Kristen's POVI can't tell if it's morning or not, all I know is that I've been locked in here for hours. Jack stopped with his rape attempt when I told him I was pregnant.He hit me repeatedly in the face and accused me of knowing he was out to get me, so I made Calhoun get me pregnant. As if that even makes any sense. When I didn't even know him until the day he kidnapped me. Jack is worse than a sadistic psycho, I wonder if he has a family somewhere or if he's always been a loner. His smell gives out that he's a rogue, which means he was kicked out of his pack and he refused to join any other pack. So his smell sells him out that he's different.My throat feels dry because I haven't had anything in my mouth for some time now. Not even water. Thankfully the soreness has subsided, that's why I feel even thirsty.How long have I been here? Two days or more?Is Calhoun looking for me?Is mom worried? Will they ever find me?Sarah, whom Jack murdered was locked in here for four year

Calhoun's POVI see several other dead bodies but I don't even fidget at the sight because I have a strong stomach. It took me less than five minutes to know Kristen isn't here. It feels so sickening to know that Jack keeps the dead bodies of the females he has killed, and lets them rot here. It's such a disgusting thing for a person to do. But then Jack isn't sane. That's why he's called the Rogue Psycho.Cursing deeply under my breath, I leave the room and carry on walking until I see another door. I don't want to see more dead bodies, but because I am out on the lookout for Kristen, I can't turn away from it. I have to go through every nook and cranny in this place to rescue my mate and the mother of my unborn child.The door is unlocked too, I can tell through the small opening of the door.And surprisingly there's no foul odor coming out from it. This one seems to not contain dead bodies.Did Jack deliberately leave it open? I am a bit skeptical about going in because this look

Calhoun's POV"Will she be okay?" Clarke, Alpha Gregory's son asks quietly as he glances at Kristen's unconscious body on the bed.Clearing my throat, I reply, "Yes." then tuck my hands in my pants as I clench my jaw hard because it's been six days and there's no sign of Kristen regaining consciousness.Even in Kristen's unconscious state, her lips are still full with this faint pink color. Although she's not wearing lip gloss, her lips are always like this. And right now my brain is making me remember the kisses I've shared with her. The feel of her soft lips on mine and how she had moaned into my mouth.The first time I kissed her, her moan was shaky, the second was inaudible and the third came out of abandon because I was giving her small butt gentle assaults.I curse myself inwardly because I'm not supposed to allow such thoughts to form up in my mind when she hasn't woken up.I don't even know what is wrong with me at this point. Maybe because I come here often and stare at her o