Going Rogue

FOUR

I can't tell exactly how many days have passed they had the meeting deciding my fate. After it was decided that my kidnap would somehow help their plans, and i would not call it a kidnap since I walked in here on my own. They transferred me to a cell. I had thought when the time for transferring me came, I would have the strength to fight back. But the silver must have seeped into my blood, for every part of me felt heavy and weak. So I even leaned on the men that were tasked with the transfer.

Nobody has come to check up on me. Not even the kind cat Lady, and not even my mate. Yes, I am shamelessly on the look out for her. And every time when my meal is slid under the door, I expect her scent to be lingering around it. But it's almost like she was purposely avoiding wherever the food was made.

And it would kill me to admit It out loud, but I missed her. I missed her too much for someone who hates me and killed my mother. I can't turn it off unfortunately we were made to love one person our entire lives, and live for said person.

This time my meal consisted of bread and water, I enjoy it like I was eating meals in the palace. The first times I would rebel and not eat, until the hunger drove me to dive into the food I had been ignoring, thankfully it had not gone bad. Plus I need my strength for my escape.

“Ben. What do you think? Are we strong enough to burst out of here?” I ask out loud. I have started having conversation with Ben out loud as it gets too quiet in here.

Ben grunts. He is mostly hurt because our mate is involved. And the walls are lined with silver here. It is obvious they have done this before. I hope whoever was here before me had slimmer chances of escape so the security isn't so tight. I know, I feel terrible for wishing that, but I need to escape and tell my father everything I have learnt.

“Can you really tell your father that your mate is involved?” Ben asked grumpily.

I don't answer because I don't know what I will do. She might be my mate but she is part of the group that took my mother's life.

My teeth clenched, I'm too angry to take another sip of the water before me. The bread long gone. I sigh, if I had known I would be kidn*pped I would have appreciated food better. And freedom as well.

“You're not much different from how you used to live at the palace you know.”

My eyes bulged as I watched her enter the room, I walk to the cell gate that separated her from me. My senses were so dulled that I didn’t pick her scent whilst she was coming. But now that she is in front if me, her intoxicating scent assaults me again.

“What?” I only have lame words and sentences when she was involved.

“You were literally always in your tower. This is most likely your first time outside your palace walls.” She tells me like she has been studying me all my life.

“Let's say this is true.. How do you know this?” It is true. Since my mother died I stopped leaving the tower.

She shrugged, leaning against the door. She is less hostile today for some reason.

“Every one in the Quarter moon pack knows this Eddie.”

I liked the way my name rolls off her tongue. I want to hear her say it again.

“Eddie.”

I blink. She shrugs.

“You keep thinking out loud.”

A blush creeps up neck and I will it to stay there, if my cheeks reddened in front of her I'm not sure I could take it.

“Well everyone in Quarter moon pack should mind their business.” I say after clearing my throat.

“You're future alpha of Quarter moon pack Eddie, your business is their business.” She throws my words back at me.

And I am immediately subdued. I have nothing to say, for the first time.

“How is it that you keep talking about how you are next in line for the alpha position yet you know next to nothing about your people?”

I am shocked by how soft her voice is, like she is genuinely interested in the answer.

My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. I have nothing to say. I don't know my people because I know my father is doing a good job.

“I am scared of that responsibility.” I am shocked by my own honesty.

“Now that it is still my father's burden, I wanted to live in oblivion. After all, my father is doing a good job already.”

“I suggest you know your people. See them without your daddy glasses, before you throw words around.” She advises.

“You hate my father don't you?”

She kicks off the wall and tucks her hands into the hoodie dress she was wearing. It is still black. Her golden hair fans around her again. She was absolutely breath-taking.

“I thought I hid my feelings carefully.”

“Well I am your mate, I can read your feelings to the T.” I respond in the same sarcastic tone.

“Do you hate me too?” I ask quickly. I cross my fingers behind my back. Truth be told, I don't know how I was going to handle whatever she said in response.

She ties her hair in a bun on top her head and reveals her face to me. Her face is as tiny as I knew it was, her ears were like cute little cup handles. A small burn scar ran the side of her face, from the top of her right ear to just above her chin.

“Eddie, do you know what your people call you?” She asks ignoring my question.

“You are so beautiful.” I whisper out loud.

Her brows jump in surprise and she does not have hair to hide behind today. So I can see her thrown out of her game.

“Thanks.”

I shrug. I hadn't meant to compliment my mother's killer but it was out there already.

“You are welcome. I have no idea what my people call me though.”

She smiles a toothed smile, knocking me off my feet. If I thought she was gorgeous before, I can't describe her beauty accurately now.

She looks pleased to tell me exactly what my people called me.

“The foolish heir.”

I felt my brows touch. I think I heard it from the brothers in that room. But it didn't register.

“Huh? Why?” I felt betrayed.

She laughed and this time it was full of humour. The sound was so beautiful and exotic that I feel proud of myself for making her laugh even if she was laughing at my expense.

“Because you don't care about them. You take what ever you're offered by your father and don’t ask for more. But I’d say you're just naive.”

Okay. I'd take naive over foolish any day. But I would not call myself naive.

She produced a key from her pockets and walked towards the gate.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like Naive heir? I am bursting you out.”