Caught By Ronan
1124 Words
Liana's POV:
“I told you to stay back!” he snapped, his eyes blazing with fury.
“No,” I said defiantly, my chest heaving. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”
A low growl rumbled from his throat, but there was no anger in it—only frustration. He glanced over his shoulder, where Cassia had vanished, and then back at me, his expression torn.
“Fine,” he said at last, his voice barely over a whisper. “But don’t get in my way. She’s mine.”
I had no chance.
I thought I could catch up to Alaric, but he was so much faster than me. His wolf—bigger and more powerful than anything I'd ever seen—sprinted ahead with a grace that made my own speed look pathetic.
I wanted to stop, to regain control, but Athena kept pushing me, urging me onward, even as he disappeared deeper into the woods.
Then, out of nowhere, they came—Ronan and his men—cutting through the trees like shadows. They’d been following me, watching, waiting for the perfect moment.
I snarled, feeling the surge of Athena’s power as she tried to push them back, but there were too many. Ronan’s furious roar split the air, and I knew that my worst fears were about to come true.
“Liana!” His voice was both a command and a threat, and in that second of hesitation, I lost my advantage.
I fought.
Harder than I ever thought I could. I twisted and snapped, teeth bared, but Ronan’s warriors were too well trained, and they’d come prepared. A massive hand wrapped around my neck, and I kicked and clawed, tasting blood in my mouth, but it wasn’t enough.
One of them struck me from behind and everything went black.
When I woke up, my head was throbbing, and everything was blurred. I was in a small, windowless room—bare walls, a heavy wooden door, and nothing but a bed with iron chains attaching my wrists to the headboard.
My throat was dry, and my limbs ached. I tried to shift, but the moment I attempted it, my legs felt heavy. The chains on my legs—they were silver-coated, preventing any use of my Wolf.
I yanked at them anyway, desperate, but the iron bit into my skin, and I could feel Athena’s anger echoing through me. I was trapped.
“Let me out!” I yelled, my voice hoarse and desperate. I thrashed against the chains, feeling the cold bite against my wrists. My eyes darted to the door, and I screamed again, louder this time. “I said, LET ME OUT!”
No answer.
“Do you hear me? Ronan!” I shouted his name like a curse, hatred bubbling up inside me. I yelled until I was out of breath, my muscles burning and my wrists bleeding.
Finally, footsteps echoed from the other side of the door, and I heard the heavy clank of the bolt being drawn back. The door opened, revealing a guard I vaguely recognized—one of Ronan’s loyal lapdogs.
He was a thickset man, his face twisted into a mixture of pity and annoyance.
“Stop that racket, or you’ll bring more trouble on yourself.” He barked, his voice rough.
“Let me out!” I demanded, tugging against the chains again. “Where is Ronan? I need to speak to him!”
He folded his arms, unimpressed. “Alpha’s orders. You stay here until he decides what to do with you.”
“You can’t just leave me chained like this!” I hissed, but he only shrugged.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop fighting.” He turned, ready to leave, but then paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you hungry?”
The question caught me off guard, and my stomach twisted. “I don’t want anything from you.” I snapped, but he didn’t seem to care about my answer.
“Fine.” He muttered. “I’ll get someone to bring food. Keep your mouth shut, or you’ll regret it.” He slammed the door shut, and I heard the lock click back into place.
I sank back against the bed, chest heaving. I didn’t care about food. I needed to get out of here, but the room was solid, the chains unbreakable.
Fear clawed at my throat, but I forced it down. Think, Liana, think. I wouldn’t give up.
I just couldn’t.
Minutes passed, turning into an eternity. I didn’t know how much time had passed before I heard the lock turning again. The door opened, and Vera stepped inside, holding a tray of food.
My heart sank seeing her.
“Liana.” She said softly, her eyes filled pain which made my chest tighten. She closed the door behind her, and I watched as she set the tray on a small, rickety table by the bed.
“I’m not eating.” I said flatly, glaring at her.
“Liana, please.” She whispered, her voice trembling. “You need to keep up your strength.”
“I don’t need anything from you, or from him.” I turned my head away, staring at the cold, empty wall. “Just go, Vera. I don’t want to see your face.”
She sighed, and I could hear the scrape of a chair as she sat down next to the bed. “You don’t understand. Ronan… he’s just worried. He’s doing this to protect you.”
Worried?
Since when did Vera care about Ronan?
She has always depised him more than I could ever. ‘That bastard must have threatened her.’
“Protect me?” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “He’s afraid. Afraid because he knows I’m Alaric’s mate.”
Her face paled, and she lowered her gaze. “It’s not like that, Liana.”
“Then what is it like?” I challenged. “Because I don’t see any other reason why I’d be chained like some criminal, treated like a traitor in my own Pack.”
She didn’t answer, just picked up the bowl of soup from the tray and moved closer. “You should eat. You’re still bleeding, and it’ll help you heal faster.”
“I said I’m not hungry!” I snapped, knocking the bowl from her hands. It shattered on the floor, spilling broth and fragments of porcelain everywhere.
Vera jumped back, shock and sadness mingling in her eyes. “Liana… please. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
“Why… why is this hard on you? What did he make you do?” I asked, staring deeply at her.
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