Chapter 25: Chapter 25

KYA

Have you ever heard of music or sound being used as psychological warfare?

I swear that’s what’s been happening to me. Alpha Roberts and Sarah have had sex both morning and night since I’ve been here. Most times, they go at it more than once.

I remain on my cot and try to stay as sane as possible, but it’s not easy to tune out. I cover my ears and sing every George Strait song I can think of.

Sarah seems to be here constantly, but she doesn’t talk to me. Alpha Roberts tends to leave as soon as he’s done screwing Sarah. I’m left alone the rest of the time. I feel as if I’m going to go crazy.

The only comfort I’ve had is when I pretend to hear Dec whisper. The first time, I imagined he said: ~I’m going to find you, baby. Don’t give up~. That was yesterday afternoon.

Then again last night, just after my captors had their dirty fun time, I imagined him whisper: ~Baby, I’ll find you. I promise.~ It helped calm me and keep me from going nuts. It gave me hope, even if it was only in my mind.

I don’t dare shift into my wolf; these people are crazy, and it would make no difference. I am still alone. ~Oh, Dec. Please hurry. I love you so much~.

Sarah and Alpha Roberts just finished for the morning. Any minute now, Sarah will bring me a bottle of water and a convenience store sandwich. It’s the same every time.

And can I just say for the record, tuna is disgusting. Sarah probably knows that I hate it. She should. I’ve spent enough time with her growing up. I can’t believe she’s in on this crazy scheme.

~I’m coming, baby. I’m going to find you,~ I imagine Dec say. I wipe away a stray tear, wishing that Dec could really hear me.

A sandwich and a water bottle are tossed in the cell. “Oh, boo-hoo. Poor thing. You have no one. I doubt Dec is even looking for you. He probably just found another willing twat to fuck,” Sarah says from the other side.

“You’re not special. I really do feel bad for you, Ky. Your mate fucked so many women, he probably doesn’t even know how many. I wonder if he knocked any of them up.”

I stand from my cot and approach the bars of the cell door. “You’re just mad because your twat wasn’t good enough for him. You had to lie and pretend that you slept with him.

“When you got kicked out of the pack for being a stupid whore, you found out your real mate wanted nothing to do with you either.

“It must burn you up knowing that two alphas chose me over you. You had to mate an old, disgusting, has-been alpha that doesn’t give a shit about you. He just wants your dirty twat.”

She growls and rushes to the bars. I reach out and grab her hair. I slam her face into the bar with all my might. She falls to the ground unconscious. Out of curiosity, I reach out to her. I close my eyes and feel her energy.

Damn it, she is pregnant. I really wanted to kick her ass. She does have a fracture on her cheekbone, though, right on her zygomatic arch. Bitch, you deserved that. Too bad you’ll heal by the time you wake up.

I sit back in my cot and think of Dec. Sarah’s words did hurt, I’m not going to lie, but I know him better. He didn’t care about the rest. I’m the only one that matters to him.

I know he is looking for me and would never try to find someone else. He promised me. After everything that we’ve been through, I trust him. Also, werewolves can only get their mate pregnant, which is probably why Alpha Roberts mated her.

Thinking about Sarah’s situation, I wonder if she’s really at fault in all of this. Yeah, she had a thing for my mate, but her real mate rejected her because he’s obsessed with me. I almost feel sympathy for her.

Sarah begins to stir after a long while. I step up to the bars just as she gets to her feet. “You met Owen at the club. Why didn’t you guys get together?”

Sarah has a bitter face. “We never looked at each other. I was looking at Dec and Owen was looking at you. I didn’t know until after Dec kicked me out of the pack.

“I wasn’t about to stay a rogue. I planned on making a deal with Alpha Roberts, but then Owen showed up. He rejected me without a second thought. Harold took pity on me and made me a better deal.”

I raise my brow and cross my arms. “What deal? I mean other than sleeping with a man old enough to be your dad.” I shiver at the thought.

“I found rogues and he sent them to give Dec a hard time.”

I growl, knowing she sent rogues to hurt the people she’s known all her life, people she grew up with.

“I wonder how you got a bunch of rogues to listen to you…unless you used another skill. I bet you had to sleep with a bunch of nasty men. You do have a dirty twat, don’t you.” I stretch out on the cot and give her a ~fuck-you~ smirk.

She glares at me and stomps off away from the cell. I let out a breath, then lie back with my eyes closed.

There’s literally nothing to do when you’re locked in a cell. I spend my time looking out the window at the beautiful woods that surround the dungeon. When I get tired of that, I stretch and do aerobics, or work out my body.

Sometimes, I get so bored that I practice country line dancing. Once Dec rescues me, I’m definitely taking him to line dance. His ass would look amazing in a pair of wranglers.

Goddess, I’m so bored. Even Sarah’s squawking would be entertaining, as long as they’re not screwing, which I know they’ll get around to later.

I don’t know how many hours have passed before I hear dense footsteps falling on the steps. They’re too heavy to be Sarah and it’s just now getting dark outside. It’s too early to be Alpha Roberts.

I stand up and walk to the bars. I’m not shocked when Owen lands at the bottom of the steps and walks toward me. I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Hello Kya,” he says with a smile across his face.

I cock my brow with a sneer. “Owen.”

He steps close to the bars. “I’m here to get you. Are you ready?”

Now both of my brows raise. “What’s the catch?”

He shakes his head. “No catch. We can be together now. You and I, as mates, the way it should be.”

I scoff at the absurdity. “Owen, you and I will never be mates. You’re psychotic. I’ll just wait right here in this cell until my mate comes for me.”

His smile never leaves his face. “Your mate is right here in front of you. I’ll take care of you, Kya. I love you. I’ll protect you from assholes like Alpha Redd. Now that your bond is broken, we can be together, just like we’ve wanted.”

I gasp, exasperated by his craziness. “Owen, I don’t want anything to do with you. I will never be your mate. I don’t know why you think I want to be with you.”

He takes a step closer to the bars. “Kya, you know I was the one that took care of you when your bond was broken. I’m the one that got you out of your heartbreak.”

“We agreed to see where our relationship would go. Our love has led us here.”

I shake my head. I’m absolutely bewildered. “Owen, the only thing that led us here was me crashing Dec’s truck and getting kidnapped by your psycho dad. We never had a relationship other than friends.

“I’ve tried to tell you over and over again. I don’t want to be with you. I don’t love you.” I take a deep breath and throw out one more sentence, hopefully he’ll get the hint. “Owen Roberts, I reject you.”

At my last words, his eyes widen and a scowl crosses his face. He unlocks the bars and slams open the cell. He grabs my arm and throws me on the ground.

“No! Kya, you’re mine. I want you and I will have you.” His weight falls on top of me as he forces a kiss to my mouth. I clamp my lips as tight as possible, but he shoves his tongue in my mouth.

I bite down as hard as I can. Blood rushes into my mouth and he pulls back. I spit his blood at him and receive a backhand across the face. I’m stunned for a second. I close my eyes, adjusting to the sting.

Owen’s hand grips my throat. I know he wants to say something, but his tongue isn’t quite working at the moment. He squeezes my throat tighter.

I can imagine Dec directing me as if we were in the training room. I remember practicing this very situation against Chaz.

I shove my arm up, over, and around Owen’s arm, breaking his connection with my neck. I use the heel of my hand and hit his nose as hard as I can. I follow it up with a knee strike to his not-so-manhood.

I scramble to my feet and sprint up the stairs, only to slam nose first into the chest of Alpha Roberts. He grips my hands behind my back, crushing the bones in one of my wrists.

He shoves me down the stairs and back into the cell, making sure not to cross over the runes. Owen has managed to stagger to his feet. Alpha Roberts grips Owen’s shoulders as he looks over the bloody mess. He humphs.

“Get control of her. You’ll need to force her if you want her as your mate.” I swallow down the terror gripping my chest at the idea of being forced to mate. Mating isn’t just the bite, it’s the entire process of consummation.

Alpha Roberts pulls Sarah in front of him and grips her throat. “You have to put her in her place.” Sarah gets to her knees. “Let her know that you’re the one in control. Isn’t that right, my sweet?”

Sarah licks her lips and starts unbuttoning his pants. “Yes, my king.”

But Alpha Roberts forces Sarah in front of Owen, and she begins unbuttoning his pants as well. I know what’s about to happen, and I don’t want to be anywhere near them. Alpha Roberts is a sick bastard.

I sit on my cot, cover my ears, and try to drown out the sound of Sarah’s oral acrobatics. She takes her time, and they both enjoy themselves. Silence finally fills the air, and this time I’m not complaining about it.

***

A loud thud wakes me up. I walk to the bars to see what’s happening. Owen stumbles down the stairs as if he’s drunk, which would take a lot of strong alcohol.

“Kya, I want you now.” He opens the cell door and yanks me out by my injured arm.

I cry out as my already healing arm breaks again, and my body is shoved against a stone wall, pinning my good arm between me and the wall. His body is shoved against my back.

He pulls my hair to the side and plants unwanted kisses up and down my neck. His hand grips my waist while the other hand crams into my pants.

“Owen, please don’t do this.” I’m shaking and scared. Tears leak from my eyes. Against my will, my body reacts to being touched in my most sensitive area.

He hums behind me. “You’re so soft and ready for me.” He yanks my pants down my thighs. I have only a second to react. I pull my good trapped arm loose.

Owen stands back up with his hands on my hips. I take the opportunity to throw my elbow into his face, connecting with his nose. I feel a crunch before he stumbles back two steps, holding his bleeding nose.

I rush into my cell and slam the door shut. Ironically, my cell is the safest place for me. I slide along the wall out of sight and pull my jeans back up.

I rest my hands on my knees and gasp for air as silent sobs choke my throat. Tears stream down my face, and I slide down to the ground cradling my arm to my chest. ~Dec!~

***

My cell door crashes open, waking me from my restless sleep. A rogue steps into my cell. I cry out when he grabs my broken arm and shoves me against the far wall. I crash into the wall and fall to the ground.

He throws cuffs around my wrists and ankles. He grips my throat with a growl. His foul breath pierces my nose.

Alpha Roberts steps into view just outside of the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He watches me as the rogue drops me and leaves the cell, slamming the door behind him.

I shake as I sit back against the wall. I can’t look at my captor. Sarah walks up behind Alpha Roberts, running her hands all over his body.

He slams her against the cell door as he screws her. His eyes watch me with a sick smirk on his face. He’s enjoying this.

DEC

Kya’s voice screams out my name in my mind. I just know she’s scared and probably hurting. ~Baby, I know you’re scared. We’re coming.~

My heart breaks in my chest not knowing what they’re doing to her. I have no idea if she’s being tortured, or worse. I only know that she’s alive… Well, I don’t even know for sure, but I feel she is.

Damon points to the map. I look up at him. “Are you sure?”

He nods. “Absolutely. Bianca and I used to go camping there. There was once a pup that went down into the dungeon when she was four. She lost the connection to her parents and the pack.

“Alpha Roberts had to perform the induction to bring her back in. The bastard only did it because of the luna. He tried to blame the family, saying they didn’t have control over her.”

I nod. “I’m glad the pup was okay after that. It gives us hope to bring Kya back.” I look at everyone crowded into the room. Father and Bruno have volunteered, as did Freya.

Damon, Finn, Chase, and—Chris or Kyle…fuck it—Dr. Mason, are also raring to go. I stand from my desk when mother walks through the door holding a pickaxe. “Mother?”

She holds the tool out to me. “You’re going to need this. You have to break the stone that the runes are on.”

I kiss my mother on the forehead, “Thank you, Mother.” I look around the room. “Let’s get our Kya back.”

Everyone loads into the two trucks: Father’s and Chase’s. Finn, Damon, and I are riding in Chase’s truck. Damon tells us the way to the witch’s dungeon.

***

We’ve been driving for over three hours. Tension in the truck is as tight as a rubber band pulled to its breaking point; any second, something is going to snap.

No one is saying a thing, we’re focused on our goal. Get Kya first, then kill the motherfuckers that hurt and kidnapped her.

Damon cracks his knuckles, getting ready for whatever lies ahead. “Chase, there’s a turn off on the right, then about a mile of dirt road. After that, we’ll need to shift,” he says.

Chase pulls over on the side of the road with Father right behind him. Everyone steps down from the trucks, ready for anything.

“We’re going in our wolves. Damon will lead the way until we get close to the dungeon,” I say. We all strip and shift then take off.

I stay right on Damon’s heels with great difficulty as we pad through the timbers. I’m not used to being behind another wolf. Damon begins to slow, and we all cautiously inspect our surroundings. I sniff the air.

“~Rogues. Be on your guard.~” I step in front of Damon and he takes his place toward the back of the pack. I hear a twig snap ahead of us, so I slink to a lower position, letting the shrubbery provide cover.

I inch forward to a group of eight rogues. “~One on one.~ ~Spread out,~” I command my pack.

I step into the clearing with a deep pissed-off growl. The rogues are startled and we charge. The rogues may be big, but they’re sloppy. We each take out our opponents with ease; even Damon had no trouble.

Damon points his head toward the right. I look in the direction and stalk forward. Another set of rogues are there to greet us; this group is larger.

Father, Chase, Bruno, and I take on two rogues each. Freya takes care of her opponent easily and helps Doc. I tear the throat of one rogue while the other jumps on my back. I move aside in time and he takes a chunk from my shoulder instead of my neck.

I spin on him and catch his head in my jaws. I snap down and drop him to the ground.

Doc shifts and makes his way around to heal even the smallest injuries. Finn’s arm is broken, Bruno has a scratch down his face, and Chase has a gash on his haunch. Doc heals me first, then works on everyone else in turn.