Locked Away Lycan

Chapter 5

CRYSTAL'S P.O.V.

It's been a very agonizing week since I discovered I have a second mate, my emotions have been all over the place any feeling you can think of I'm feeling it, the most prominent one being depression. Right after he left that day I bandaged myself up then crawled into bed where I haven't moved from except to use the bathroom, I haven't showered or even ate. Mike is very upset that I haven't eaten or drank anything, all I do is lay on my side facing the wall either crying my eyes out or staring at nothing as my lycan and I try to figure out what to do. At times it seems like my heart is being ripped to shreds from confusion and the sixty years of frenzied pain from losing Jared, while my lycan paces back and forth either growling in her normal craze or whimpering not knowing what to do. This has thrown my whole life into inner chaos. Why did the goddess give me a second mate and why did she wait this long for us to meet? If I had met him years ago then maybe I would've been able to handle this better, not become a mess that refuses to move or acknowledge anything.

The lycan leader is supposed to come back to speak with me about something and I sincerely hope he doesn't come, I don't know if I could handle seeing him again. Elijah is smart enough to know I'm not mentally stable and that it's best to stay away from me for awhile so if I'm lucky he'll wait a long time before he comes and will only talk to me about whatever it is then leave and not mention one word about us being mates. If I was to hear him say the word mate then I would try my best to make sure he would never be able to visit me here again and I could live out my life with less emotional turmoil than I have at the moment.

The metal door to my cell opens with a loud creak interrupting the silence of the room. Not caring I don't move at all as I continue staring at the blank black metal wall in front of me. A loud sigh soon comes from right behind me. "Come on, you have to get up. Someone is here to see you and it's very important, I believe it has to do with the werewolf king's visit." Mike says, still I don't move I'm too much of an emotional mess on the inside and outside to lift a finger.

With a string of curse words and grumbling Mike flips me over so I'm facing him. Pity and sorrow cover his features as he takes in my appearance, since I haven't changed or showered I'm still covered in dry blood, still wearing my torn clothes, super greasy hair, and I know there's dark bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep and more than likely my eyes aren't their icy blue instead they are probably darker and dead looking. He bends his knees getting eye level with me, looking into my eyes he sighs once again.

"I don't know what's been going on in that pretty little head of yours but right now you have to get up, if you don't and continue laying here keeping the visitor waiting you know the warden will severely punish you." I've never been punished by the warden before but I've heard it's cruel and will having you begging for death. Legally I can be harmed since I'm a prisoner by prison superiors such as the warden for not behaving and with how I am now there's no way I would be able to deal with harsh punishment that's more like brutal torture from what I've heard. If I was to be punished in anyway right now then I would completely break.

Silently I manage to sit up, with robotic movements I swing my legs off the bed, sticking my arms out in front of me Mike gently puts the cuffs all the up to my elbows like usual and shackles on my ankles. Luckily he skips the shot cause I'm too weak to try anything from lack of food, honestly it's shocking I haven't passed out from hunger or dehydration yet. Carefully he pulls me up onto my unsteady legs giving me a small encouraging smile. Realizing that I'm not in the orange jumpsuit he grabs it off the floor and helps me as I put my legs in it one at a time then he pulls it the rest of the way up just to my hips then ties the top part so it just looks like I'm wearing orange pants.

I let him lead me out of the cell and through the winding halls almost falling over every few minutes due to my failing strength and exhaustion. It's easy to tell that Mike wants to carry me to the visitation room but can't without getting some sort of repercussions from the higher ups, so he positions himself in a way I can lean my weight on him so he can help a little in keeping me standing up. Finally reaching the room I seriously don't want to enter he opens the door gently helping me in. I'm carefully sat down in the chair and Mike doesn't bother with chaining my cuffs to the table cause there's no way I could attack anyone right now and if I was able to have that much energy it would be really easy for anyone to hold me down.

Looking towards Elijah he sighs. "She has been in a pretty bad state the last week, she hasn't slept, eaten, drank, showered or changed, she's only laid on her bed staring at a wall. I don't know if you'll be able to get any answers from her." He informs the lycan leader before leaving the room.

I keep my head down not wanting to face Elijah afraid of what it could do to me and my lycan. Neither of us say anything for a good ten minutes but I feel his piercing gaze on me the entire time, I want to squirm from the feeling of his eyes on me but somehow I keep myself sitting still. Finally he sighs then clears his throat to speak. "I heard that the new werewolf king came to see you." I don't reply just remain silent. "Can you tell me what he wanted?" Not getting a reply he sighs once again. "If you don't talk to me then by law the prison can punish you if I tell them to." My head snaps up at this, I blankly stare at his haggard appearance that matches my own. His black hair is disheveled like a hand has been ran through it a hundred times, large black bags are under those grey eyes indicating he hasn't gotten much sleep himself since we met.

With a blank expression and voice void of emotion I finally say something. "He made an offer to me that will get me out of here." I only speak just in case the threat of punishment is real.

"I need more details than that." His tone is stern but there's a certain softness to his face as he looks at me.

"Live with him, I kill all rogues that trespass, stay guarded at all times, things like that." I shrug my shoulders, Elijah purses his lips in thought at my words.

Bringing his gaze to my dull eyes he questions me again. "Did he say an exact reason for wanting you out and staying at his territory?" I just shake my head no. A small growl leaves him as his eyes flicker gold. "I'm not sure but I think he may want you so he can have more power." Tilting my head I closely listen to him speak. "You're the only lycan he would ever have a chance of getting close to him because you're locked up for murder with no real chance of ever getting out without someone powerful backing you, so he wants to offer a small taste of freedom hoping you'll accept and join him. I believe he'll either want you as a weapon to destroy anyone that gets in his way or try to claim you so he can have powerful lycan heirs." This makes me want to throw up, it makes complete sense, if he was to claim me he would have more control over me and he would be able to have children with me that would be strong lycans, they would have the power of a king and have the blood of a pure blood lycan parent running through their veins.

Elijah clenches his hands into fists on the table hard enough that it draws blood as his elongating claws pierce the skin and a few hairs sprout on his arms. His lycan is fighting to come out, the thought of another claiming me and wanting to have children with me is unbearable for both him and his lycan. Not all lycans are gifted mates so when we get one our protective and jealous instincts are much stronger, Elijah is burning with rage on the inside probably already plotting all the ways he could rip the werewolf king's head off. My lycan darkly chuckles imagining all the ways she can slowly torture the werewolf king to death I particularly like the idea of gouging out his eyes that she's so graciously showing me. "You can't stay here." His voice is strained showing just how hard he's fighting to keep in control. My eyes widen, what the hell does he mean I can't stay here? This is the only place for me. "We are leaving right now." He growls out.

I open my mouth to say something but he swiftly jumps up out of his chair quickly rushing to me and easily picking me up bridal style in his arms. The warmth he's sending through my body by only touching me makes me cringe, it's a feeling I used to love but now I want to forget about something I last felt sixty years ago when my beloved Jared drew his last breath. Growling he protectively pulls me tight to his chest and kicks the door open with so much force it flies off the hinges smashing into the wall on the other side of the short hallway. Mike jumps in pure shock at what's happening, taking in the sight of the fuming lycan leader he cowers back unsure of what to do. Someone in Elijah's position has more power than anyone else in this prison including those who own and run it. Elijah viciously bares his canines and snarls at Mike making the poor guard so scared he runs like the devil was after him. Stomping down the hallway Elijah kicks a barred security door right off the hinges showing just how much strength he has, he does this to every single barred door we come to which is quite a few, all the guards are too scared and stunned to even say anything to the lycan leader or try to stop him as he destroys door after door til we make it to the door leading to my freedom. For the first time since I've been here my lycan is happy that she's so close to the outside that we can see the bright sun shining in through the window on the door.

"Mr. Elijah we can't let you just take a deadly prisoner out of here." One brave yet stupid soul sternly says as he steps in front of us. "The council had her sent here and she can't leave until they say so."

Elijah snarls making the man shrink back in fear but he tries to hide it by keeping his face looking calm but his beady little black eyes betray him giving us a glimpse at how afraid he is on the inside. "Who do you think controls the council?! Now f*****g move before I right your god damn head off!" The lycan screams in the guards face.

The guard doesn't even have a chance to move before Elijah kicks him so hard he hits the concrete wall going all the through it leaving him groaning in pain. With a loud growl the large lycan kicks at a part of the broken wall making it come crumbling down, easily he steps through the large opening making sure my body doesn't hit any part of the wall that's still standing, Elijah sprints past the unconscious guard who's sprawled out on the grass. It's not long til the shouts of many guards sounds out around us from all directions, they are all running towards us but obviously keeping a safe distance away in fear of the lycan's wrath. Us lycans are more primal than any other supernatural so we have shorter tempers and tend to be much crueler than everyone else when we are angered so it's not a good idea to come near a mad one. Peeking my head around Elijah's torso I crazily laugh at the sight of the chasing guards, it's obvious they haven't trained or worked out one day since they started working here. Already they are red faced and panting hard as they push themselves to keep running, lazy slobs.

Elijah peers down at me to see what is so funny, following my gaze he snorts then shakes his head in disbelief. These are the guards of the most secure prison in the entire world and the fuckers can barely run, makes you wonder how they are able to keep any of the prisoners in line cause they sure wouldn't be able to take any of them down. Wonder what would happen if there was a prison riot? Damn why didn't I ever try to start a riot in the very short time they actually let me near people before being permanently being locked up in isolation.

In no time we are through all the barbed wire security gates and into the visitor parking lot where a single black s.u.v. is parked. A wicked grin spreads, I'm finally out of here and will soon be able to continue on with wiping out the rogue population and anyone who tries to stand in my way will die a excruciating death. Getting closer to the vehicle a man jumps out of the driver's seat completely confused and panicked as to what is going on, looking back and forth from us to the ensuing slow group of guards he finally gets into action by opening up the door to the backseat then rushes to the passenger side door opening it as well I watch as he quickly gets back into the driver's seat starting up the vehicle. As soon as we reach the black s.u.v. Elijah carefully places me on the soft leather back seat slamming the door shut then goes full speed to the passenger side, the driver slams his foot down on the accelerator as soon as Elijah closes his door.

"What is going on?!" The driver raises his voice in a panic and his eyes go from Elijah to the road then back to Elijah.

Elijah impatiently growls. "Just f*****g drive!"

The two lycans yell and bicker but I'm unable to tell what they are saying, the weakness of my body has finally gotten to me, not able to hold myself up any longer my body falls down so I'm now laying down on the comfortable seat. Black spots start to cloud my vision, I try to fight it off but it's useless in a matter of seconds my eyes are closing as I'm dragged into deep unwelcome sleep.