Alpha killer

Chapter 6

Tania's POV

When I came to, I was on a concrete floor and I was cold and n***d.

Opening my eyes, I didn't see much. There was a stairway, and a little light coming from under the door. My wolf vision was just enough to make out a few details; it was a basement, poured concrete floor and block walls. Boxes and utilities could be seen in the back, but the area around me was open. There was a support column a few feet away, with a thick chain padlocked around it.

The other end was padlocked to a leather and metal collar fixed around my neck. I moved it, but it was not coming off. At least it wasn't silver, that would burn badly.

I grabbed the chain and pulled, it wasn't coming loose. All it did was make noise as it rattled around the thick metal post.

I took a deep sniff; the smells of the unfamiliar Pack wolves were stale. I couldn't hear any sounds in the house. I tried sending to my Pack but got nothing; I was probably too far away, since this house wasn't on our land. I yelled for help, but no one responded.

Looking around, there was a drain in the floor a few feet away, and a small plastic bucket filled part-way with kitty litter. A hose ran over from a laundry sink, at the end was a spray nozzle. I pointed it at the drain and squeezed, it was pressurized. I let it run for a little, rinsing off my arms and my body before it got too cold. I was thirsty, so I drank deeply. Whoever left me here was treating me like a cat, litter box and all.

I got to know the limits of my new home as time lost its meaning. The collar was brutally effective at keeping me from anything, and my stomach was rumbling with hunger. There were noe

windows, and the light through the door didn't vary.I heard a noise, someone was upstairs. I could hear heavy footsteps across the floor, then the sound of a deadbolt. The door opened, and I covered my eyes, standing and moving as far away as the chain would allow me. "LET ME GO," I said.

He just laughed and raised his hand. Pain shot through me as the collar sent a shock through my neck, locking up my muscles so I couldn't even scream. I fell to the ground, twitching until it was over. "You don't look at me, you don't talk to me, you have no status anymore. You will do as you are told, immediately, or you will be punished severely."

All I could do was cry as he walked up and yanked on the chain, pulling me until I lay gasping at his feet.

Tania's POV

He went to the refrigerator in the corner of the basement and opened the door. He removed a small vial; opening a drawer, he pulled out a syringe and filled it before putting it back in the refrigerator. I sat leaning back against the post, frozen with fear. "Your arm," he said. Trembling, I held it out, and he injected me with whatever that was. It was cold, and I waited for the sedative, but nothing changed.

He tossed the syringe into a bin, then went back to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of orange juice and tossed it to me, then left without a word. As hungry as I was, I practically inhaled the juice. He went back upstairs, and I could hear him in the kitchen. Some time later, the door opened and my mouth started to drool with the scent. He was carrying a paper plate; on it was a large steak, corn and a baked potato. "Eat, you'll need your strength," he said. He left it just inside the range I could reach, and I moved for it when he started going up the stairs again.

I'd never had to suffer, I'd never been denied anything in my life, and I'd never appreciated a meal as much as I did this one. I tore into the steak, ripping pieces away with my teeth and swallowing them. "Slow down or you'll throw it back up, and you'll still have to eat it," he warned from the doorway. I swallowed, then paused to eat some corn before going back to the steak. I still ate faster than I normally would, since there were no friends to talk to and I didn't know when he would be back.

He came back later, bringing more food, and my life fell into a routine over the next week. He'd give me a shot, followed by a big meal, then another later on. The wolfsbane worked its way out of my system, and I was able to shift again. I was disappointed when the collar remained tight, preventing me from getting free, but at least I was able to sleep and be warm in wolf form. The first time he came down the stairs and I was in my fur, he hit me with a shock. "You are to be in human form at all times when I am in this room," he said. "Don't do it again."

I shifted quickly, twitching as the electric shock dissipated. He gave me the shot, then went back upstairs. I was waiting for the food to come down when I started to feel hot. I moved my hands over my arms, it was like my skin was on fire. I started to sweat, and I felt myself become aroused.

Very aroused.

He opened the door again, looking down at me as I touched myself, trying to ease the need I was feeling.

"You're in heat, right on time," he said. He had a small mattress in his hands and tossed it into the circle. He pulled me over with the chain, pointing down at the mattress I quickly laid down on my stomach. I groaned as he put a knee into the middle of my back, and I fought back the urge to fight him. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put it over one wrist, then pulled my hands up and locked them on the other side of the pole.

I lay there helpless as he went to the refrigerator and drew another shot. This one went into my thigh, and it burned. Wolfsbane. "I can't have you shifting and hurting yourself now, can I?"

I shook my head no.

"The shot will help a little with your heat, I understand it is your first one. Do you know what happens in a heat?" I nodded, my parents had talked to my sister and I about it. Heat lasted a day or two and was designed to attract a male and bring forth pups. It didn't happen until after you were marked, but I hadn't been marked, I was still a virgin. My eyes got wide and I shook my head no.

"You're not marked, because I will not mark another while my Luna lives. However, the drugs simulate the marking enough to kick off your cycle, and that is all I need." He moved behind me, pulling me up to my knees and kneeling between my legs, forcing them aside. I kept shaking my head, my eyes begging him not to do it while my body begged him to go ahead.

When the heat finally broke, he uncuffed me and left me with the mattress and a thin blanket. "You won't be able to shift for a few more days, and I have to make sure my heir is healthy."

Two weeks later, a test confirmed I was pregnant. He made sure I had plenty of food and allowed me to have books as an enticement to behave.

He never touched me that way again, and in the spring, I bore him a son. He was immediately taken away. I never got a chance to touch him, and I broke down as he carried him up the stairs.

A week later, another man came into the basement, and my life took a drastic turn for the worse.