Begging for survival

Chapter 26 - f**k!

Max POV

That son of a b***h, that f*****g asshole brick, he blames Dylan when it’s his fault, he was supposed to keep her safe, he bragged over and over again that he didn’t need help, that the Luna of the freaking crimson river would always be protected.

Well, here we are now, he doesn’t have the faintest clue where she is, or who even took her.

I will bring her back, she will be okay. She is a tough girl, no, not a girl, a kickass woman. I’ll bring her back and I’m not leaving her side, whether she likes it or not.

I’m at the car where she was last seen, there are a lot of animal and shoe tracks here. It’s impossible to know which are the kidnapers and which are not.

I searched the car. There was nothing significant there, neither around it, nor the area nearby, and that in itself is suspicious. Alexandria wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“She knew her attacker, at least the one who drugged her” Derek’s voice comes from behind me.

What is he doing here?... I guess the same as me. If there is anything in common between us, it's that we both love her and would die to find her.

“I came to the same conclusion. There is not a single sign of resistance, she is not easy to get the drop on”, we need to work together on this,

“And she is smarter than to blindly run off in the middle of the night without telling anyone or at least be vigilant about it, unless she didn’t think the person is a threat”  Derek adds.

“You sound like you have a theory” I ask.

“I might, I just need to be sure first. Did you hear from your brother?”,

“Yes, Mason said he doesn’t think it’s Carter, they are keeping a close eye on him and he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, and if he has Alexandria he wouldn’t hesitate about making his move on Adam and you, and he didn’t do that”,

“Makes sense, and her brothers, did you get in touch with them?”,

“No, Still out of reach” I lie, I didn’t even call them because I have a theory of my own and if they were here they will f*****g kill her.

“Okay… we can’t go about this all force, it can’t get out that Alexandria is not in the pack and unprotected. That will send every enemy she and I have after her and they might reach her first. We need to be smart and discreet about this” Derek says,

“Agreed”.

“I told Dean to contact his informants in blood moon pack to see what’s going on with the alphas in Michael’s pack, and I’ll try to reach out to Alison, Alexandria’s sister to do the same with the king” Derek says and I nod in agreement.

“And Max” he says looking me dead in the eyes,

“If it was Leila who did it, I won’t hesitate before I rip her apart”, then he turns and leaves.

It seems like we have the same theory. f**k!

Alexandria POV

“Derek… Derek… DEREK” I try to mind link him but it’s not working. Honestly, I really don’t know how it really works. I’m a newbie.

I’m starting to get a headache and I groan in frustration. I can’t believe I was played like that.

I guess I still saw Leila as the bubbly, cheery teenager I knew years ago. I always considered her a little sister, was even closer to her than I was to Alison.

When she called me and said that she got into a fight with her boyfriend about Max and that he kicked her out and she doesn’t have any place else to go, I just jumped to her aid, didn’t think twice before I drove the car to where she said she would be.

Even when she pulled that damn tranquilizing gun, it took me a minute to register what was happening.

But I can’t really blame her, can i? She probably blames me for what happened to her brother and pack. I mean she kinda screamed it in my face when she saw me and Max.

I can’t blame her but I can be a little mad, right? Plus, I promised Luke, didn’t I.

She even looks like Luke, with her deep bronze skin, brown eyes and a forever painted smile on their faces.

Yeah, knowing me really f****d up their lives.

I’m brought out of my thoughts by the squeaking of the door opening and in comes another p***s head with a tray in his hands.

“Here you go” he says as he drops the tray of just bread and water next to me.

“How am I supposed to eat when my hands are tied?” I ask annoyed. I’m really hungry.

“I don’t give a s**t mutt” the i***t says, then kicks the tray further away.

“You are pissing me off, asshole” I warn him, I can feel my anger rise mixed with my frustration and I’m like a ticking boom.

“What are you gonna do about it, dog?” he says then kick the tray again, dropping everything on it on the floor.

That’s it, I’m kicking his ass and I’m kicking it right now. I master all my strength and try to break the silver chains that they are so stupidly tying me with.

With a groan, it breaks off easier than I thought. Am I becoming more powerful?

“How the f**k did you do that?” the fucker asks horrified.

I don’t care to answer as I whip the chain making it wrap around his wrist and before he gets out of the door, I yank it making his shoulder pop out of it’s socket.

He screams in pain like the little girl that he is and more of his friends join. Now it’s a party, so let’s have some fun.

Two drag their wailing friend out while another two enter, one with the sheer power of his muscles and the other with a god damn tranquilizing gun… again with that damn thing.

He shoots and I can see the f*****g dart coming straight for me and I grab it, I. f*****g . grab. it.

While everyone’s jaw drops, frozen from the surprise, I just threw it back right in his f*****g eye.

The other bulky one comes for me and I just kick him in the rips, breaking several. I can hear it.

“Who else fuckers? I can do that all day” I say wrapping the chains around my knuckles, and they practically drag themselves out while the other still standing, watching, not daring to come in, whimper in fear as they close the door shut, locking me inside before I kick more of their asses.

Mother fuckers don’t know who they are messing with.

I start to feel a little dizzy so I sit back on the semi destroyed chair i was tied to.

 I’m tired and hungry… and scared.

Where are you Derek?

I see the tray on the floor with the bread scattered around it as my stomach growls, f**k!

Derek POV

I’m standing infront of the door of our bedroom, just staring at it. I’ve been like this for a few minutes now, maybe more, holding the knob, not turning it to open the door, just holding it, I can’t go in when she is not there, even her scent has faded away, replaced with that imposter’s blood.

Why did I leave? I shouldn’t have left.

“We’ll have her back and never leave her side” Rex says.

I hope we do. There is no other option here.

For the first time in my life I feel truly weak, vulnerable, cracked.

I never felt like that, not even when my father beat the s**t out of me, or when he dragged me to ‘the special room’ in the dungeons when James was killed.

But not having her near me, not knowing if she is okay or not, that’s something more than torture.

“Derek, we have a visitor” Dean, mind links me.

“Who?”,

“Adam”, f**k!