Caught by the Triplet Alphas

Chapter Thirteen

SORIN

Sorin looked up as Cyrus entered the room

“How'd it go?” He asked peevishly. Cyrus knew how he felt about this scheme. It wasn't going to work. And in the meantime they were making this poor girl go through lashings on their behalf? It was despicable.

“Strange. It went strangely,” his brother replied. Whatever that meant.

“What do you want, Cy?” Sorin sighed. He wasn't in the mood for his brother's machinations. He was busy packing up to leave this horrible place.

“I need you to take care of something for me,” Cyrus said. Sorin didn't like the sound of that.

“And what would that be?” He asked.

“I need you to go to the dungeons and bandage the girl,” he replied. The girl. That's all Cyrus called her. Not her name but the girl. Sorin realized belatedly that he didn't actually know her name. The thought gave him an unpleasant twist in his stomach.

“Why can't you?” He asked and went back to packing.

“I tried and she did this,” Cyrus turned his cheek and Sorin saw three delicate scratch marks. He huffed a laugh. “Serves you right.”

“Yeah. I know. So will you go? It won't do us any good if she dies from infection before we can get her to the palace.”

Sorin pretended to think for a moment but really he already knew he would. He wasn't going to leave her to suffer just to piss off his brother.

“Yeah okay. I'll go now” he finally said, getting up. Cyrus grinned and gave his shoulder a pat.

“Thank you. I'm going to go pack up. Watch out for her claws,” he winked and then he was gone.

Sorin sighed again.

The dungeon was more of a dirt basement with bars than anything else. Lucas and Cyrus had gone to speak with the girl in the dungeon the night before but he had elected not to come. Now that he was here he realized that it wasn't actually as awful as he'd been expecting. There were no racks, no chains and hooks to hang prisoners from. No torture chamber. Nothing like The King's dungeon.

The girl was sitting in the corner of her cell. She looked so small and vulnerable. Sorin let himself into her cell and she looked up. For just a split second he saw that Same vulnerability reflected in her amber eyes. Just a second before She masterfully masked it with a frown and a glare.

“What do you want?” The way she said that made him feel about ten inches tall. It was amazing that she managed to look down her nose at him from her vantage point on the floor with a ripped shirt and bloodied back.

He held up the bandage supplies. “I need to wrap you up. Unless you'd like to die of infection?” He said mildly. She actually took a moment like she considered it. He pushed further. “Yknow, if you weren't Wolfless you could heal yourself by shifting…”. It was a test. He didn't belive that she was really wolfless. He'd met wolfless omegas before and they didn't move like she did. They didn't smell like she did either. Like a high mountain lake, wild and untouched.

She growled at him. “It's rude to tell a wolfless to shift when you know they can't.”

Then again, if she was truly lying surely she would heal herself to forgo the pain the lashing had caused. He shrugged.

“Guess you need the bandages then,” he said. She continued to glare at him but finally nodded. “Fine.” She said and turned away from him. It was the first glimpse he got of her back and his breath stuttered. It was much worse than he expected.

“I thought you were only getting four lashes?” He asked softly. Her shoulders stiffened before she forced them back down. “Yeah well, the alphas' son has always had it out for me. Guess he couldn't resist.”

Sorin felt awful that their plan had led to this but he stayed quiet as he knelt down next to her. Under the blood and sweat and dirt she smelled amazing. Like everything he could ever want in a female. He quickly put a stop to that line of thinking and instead took out the clean rag he'd brought and began cleaning her back in rough strokes. Gentle wasn't in his wheelhouse. He was a warrior used to patching up other warriors. By the time he realized he was probably being too rough he was nearly finished cleaning her off. She hadn't made a peep. No complaints at all.

He had a feeling she was much tougher than any of them suspected.