Chapter One

Authors note:

Hello everyone! I just wanted to quickly say that this book will be exploring kidnapping, trauma and abuse (both sexual and not) for a bit in the beginning. If you're young or don't like that kind of thing. Here is your warning.

Also, this is a GAY book. If you didn't see it in the title now's the warning for that as well. Go read a different book if that makes you uncomfortable.

If you're still here, I hope you enjoy!

-Shae

Allysia's POV:

I was woken up by the sound of loud clacking on the stone floor, with my heart thumping in my ears and eyes stinging I slowly sat up. it was cold and damp. when the smell of death and mold assaulted my nose I finally saw my captor, he leant down against the silver bars of my cell, inspecting my appearance no doubt.   He smelt like cigarette and blood, I desperately wanted to shield my face from his, as it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.

"They did get a pretty one, what's your name sweetie?" His voice was horse and cracking, and he had yellow teeth that made me want to vomit.

"F-Fuck off.." I croaked out.  That seemed to anger him as he stood and opened the cell, he effortlessly picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I had no strength to fight back so I only managed a nasty glare that he couldn't even see, as we walked through the corridor I realized there wasn't anyone else here, Other than a closed silver door beside my cell I couldn't see any potential ways out.

I heard a lock click as he opened a door and light flooded my eyes, he kept walking. Once I was able to see I noticed we appeared to be in a very old building, the walls were peeling and moldy, the floors were scratched and stained in many places with water damage around every corner. Finally we made it to an open room and I could hear many heartbeats around, he dropped me and I fell into a heap on the cold floor, My ribs ached, and skin itched from the dirty environment.

"Look what we have here." I glanced up and saw a man seated in an old stone chair, he looked old, around 50 and wore rag like clothes.

"My men found this one near Old Tree, she's young and would no doubt make a good maid. Maybe even a good wife if you train her up." I gagged at that ignoring the angry glare from a scrappy woman behind the old man.

"Put her in cell house 9, make sure the doll is still there." I wanted to slap the pleased look right off his face, but settled for a cold glare when my arms protested any movement. "Yes Master." With that I was hoisted up and back over the dirty mans shoulder.

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What felt like an eternity passed before I was finally given a glass of water, my throat burned with every breath, and I decided to take my chances with the dirty glass to get a bit of relief. The new cell actually had a window, but other than that it was the same as the first one- I thought for a brief second before thunder invaded my thoughts.  Throughout the storm I imagined being in my cousins room, sat in front of his fireplace playing card games and laughing away my fear of thunder as rain poured from the skies. His pine and floral scent always made me feel safe.

When I was 9 sometimes I'd sneak into his room during storms and snuggle him, mum was never happy and said I 'needed to grow up and get over my fears' that's why I'll always be grateful to my cousin. He was there for me when my parents weren't; sometimes I like to think of him as my dad, his deep voice read me to sleep many nights and his stories fueled my imagination. That's why when mum and dad died it didn't hit me as hard as it probably should've. When I think of home I see his face and strong arms to hold me, I hear his voice and cheerful laugh to comfort me, I just smell his scent and everything's suddenly okay.  That's why I'm not freaking out right now, I'm confident he'll find me. When I finally get to see those dirty bastards begging for his mercy down on their knees, I can laugh in their faces and watch all hope leave their eyes as they realize they kidnapped the wrong girl. Messing with an Alpha's cousin is never a good idea, especially when he basically raised her himself. and with that I say; good luck bastards, you'll need it.

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I woke up to a loud door opening, muffled voices fled through the room until it was shut again, and the clacking of steel toed boots echoed in the hall. I saw a tall woman pass my cell with a small glass of water in her hand, she stopped outside the silver door and banged loudly.

"Here's your water you rat." She spat angrily sitting it down and pushing it through a small hatch at the bottom. I'm sure half spilled onto the stone floor as the glass slid through the narrow opening, she then started banging again.

"Hey you better not be dead yet! Master will be here in an hour get ready!" With that she stormed back out of the room.

Once she was gone I listened closely for a heartbeat to my left, it was only when I pressed my ear against the side of my cell that I finally heard the faint thumping of something alive through the wall. Judging from the inconsistent rhythm and unhealthy time in between each beat, I could only guess what kind of horrible condition that being was in. Around 5 minutes passed before I heard the scraping of chains slowly move towards the door, something hard clanked against the glass cup as it was lifted from the ground. What unnerved me the most was the distinct lack of breathing. my eyes traced the wall in front of me until I found a hole, I heard water splatter against the stone floor and the clink of a cup being sat down.

"Hello..?" I was met with a cold silence, the still and musky air made it hard to breathe as what seemed like forever passed. I thought nothing would come of my raspy question until I heard the chains moving again. They seemed to stop right in front of me on the opposite side of the wall, my heart raced as I waited for a response. When none was given I plucked up the courage to try again.

"H-Hello..?" My throat hurt and I was assaulted with a coughing fit after inhaling dust, I dry heaved when the strongest smell of blood and injury invaded my nose. After finally composing myself the silence began, by now I was more then a little tired with the lack of response, but reasoning that maybe this being was afraid I elected to try again.

"A-Are you okay? Is it a l-little chilly for you too..?"  Again, silence.

I almost peed myself when a pale, boney hand snaked into my cell from the little hole in the wall, it looked to be the hand of a young teen, or even a child considering the size.  It was trembling and looked a little blue and purple at the fingertips, what made my heart hurt was how bruised it was, forgetting my fear I gently wrapped one of my hands around it, a shiver went through my body at how frigid it was. If I didn't see it moving you could easily convince me that it wasn't a live hand I was holding.

"Hi.. I-I know this isn't the best first impression, but I'm glad I know you're there.."

The pale thumb shakily rubbed over the top of my hand, I felt like that was their way of saying 'I'm glad you're there too' my heartbeat sped up considerably when a sharp stinging pain burned into my pointer finger, after quickly retracting my hand I inspected the injury. The metallic sheen to the burn made me realize that I must've touched silver, I turned my attention back to the hole that was now handless.

"C-Can you give me your hand again..?" I coughed before settling my burning lungs, after a few seconds the shaky hand appeared from the small hole, I grabbed it and gently inspected it before I found what looked like a silver ear ring hoop that pierced right through the underside of their boney wrist. I took notice of a wire that wrapped around the hoop and went back up the arm, after taking a deep breath I decided to just keep hold of their hand, maternal instincts and my wolf telling me I need to warm it up. They didn't resist my warmth so I stayed pressed against the wall trying my best to Mind Link my cousin.

Before I knew it though, the loud door opened again and a stench that made my eyes water flooded the room. The hand pulled away from me as the door beside my cell was opened, the following minutes felt like years as I listened to what is easily the most infuriating, terrifying, and disgusting things being done to that person. I felt like a horrible person thinking this, but if I could hear the voice that belonged to the small hand as they were tortured and assaulted, I think I would've just about died.

I had been sick multiple times, by the time the old man left. I tried talking to the person in the other cell but there was no response, I tried sticking my hand though the hole but it wouldn't fit, I even got down on my stomach in an attempt to look into the other cell- but it was so dark.

The only thing I could make out was the puddle of Blood seeping through the hole and slowly into my cell..