War and Lust - The clash of Alphas

Chapter 13

I dose off on the way home without even realizing it. Only when the car comes to a sharp stop outside our pack house did I awaken.

I head straight to the alphas office and find him typing away on his computer. I knock on the open door to gain his attention and he waves me in. I take a seat in my usual spot and place the gem on his desk from my bag.

"Where's the other one?" he gives me an angry glare. "There was only one in the safe" i reply looking down at the shiny stone.

My father stands up abruptly and pushes the computer screen from the desk sending it crashing onto the floor "You're f*****g kidding me? there's two! They only work when they're together!"

He storms over to me and lifts me by my throat, my feet kick out trying to find something to place them on "I'm sorry Alpha there was only one!"

I choke out trying to pull his hand from my throat. he squeezes harder until i can no longer breathe. black spots start to appear in my eyes until darkness completely takes over.

My eyes flick open to a dark room i know all too well - the cell. i push myself up and wince at the stinging above my brow, i place my hand where the stinging is and bring it to my eyes - blood, i must have hit it when they threw me in here.

I rub at my bruised throat and look around while coughing. the stone walls are covered in scratch marks and dripping with some kind of fluid, there's an old bucket in the corner of the room that lets off a foul stench. one small window is on the wall opposite the barred door, its high up and unreachable but it lets in a few beams of light.

I stand up and brush the dirt off my clothes realising i'm still in Connies dress! "s**t she's gonna kill me" i then notice i've also lost a shoe along the way, i roll my eyes and take the other off dropping it onto the floor.

I walk over to the door and see if anyone is about but there's just silence. i wonder if Tank is getting the same treatment? i doubt it, he didn't seem to ever get punished they all seemed scared of him. i sigh and walk to the back wall taking a seat under the window.

Time passes in a daze as dehydration starts to set in, my stomach rumbles reminding me i haven't eaten apart from the snacks at the Gala yesterday? was it yesterday? how long was I unconscious?

I shrug as i rest my head back onto the stone and just stare at the door. Maybe they're just leaving me to see how long it'll take for me to die? i close my eyes and drift off.

I don't know how long it's been there's no concept of time here, i lay on the dirty floor staring out at nothing.

my lips are cracked and my throat is so dry it feels like razor blades when i swallow. yesterday i tried calling out desperate for a drink but no one came.

The silence is enough to drive someone mad, i keep seeing things move in the corner of my eye but i know it's just my brain playing tricks on me.

I feel myself getting weak i no longer want to move, i want to just slip away into nothingness i close my eyes to darkness once more.

Ice cold water hits me. i open my eyes but barely respond, trying to lick the moisture from my lips i cough as fluid finally hits my tongue i look up to see Jack kicking at my legs trying to get me to move "Get up" he orders. Leave me alone, I close my eyes and drift back off into nothing.

The beeping of a machine draws my attention, its steady but sounds loud.

I try to open my eyes but they feel too heavy, i keep trying and finally my eyes flick open and begin to sting with the brightness of the room. i try to focus and look around, it smells sterile as i bring my eyes to the noise i realise it's a heart monitor... my heart monitor.

I look down at my body to discover i'm in a bed wearing a hospital gown. i try to swallow and get the same raw feeling argh! the beeping drives me mad so i remove the clip on my hand and try to get up. the machine goes mad with alarms and brings a sudden rush into my room of doctors and nurses.

"Oppss my bad" i croak out while holding my throat. a nurse comes to my side and ushers me back into bed then hands me a glass of water.. heaven!!

Everyone else leaves apart from the Doctor, i recognise him - Its Connies dad Mr Smith!

He smiles at me warmly and checks my stats "you've been very lucky, we couldn't get any response from you when Jack brought you in" i half laugh "Yeah i feel real lucky" i manage to grunt out.

"We've given you fluids to help hydrate you, i want you to try and eat little and often until your stomach gets used to food again. i cant believe the Blackstone pack would starve you like that" he states shaking his head.

"The Blackstone pack?" i questioned. "Yeah Jack told us when he brought you in, it's been 9 days since anyone had seen you Connie has been worried sick" he sighed "Thank goddess for Jack finding you! everyone is angry and wants revenge for the way they treated you, starving you like some kind of wounded animal" he shakes his head again in disgust.

So that's how they're getting out of it? why didn't they just let me die in peace.

Mr smith wouldn't let me leave the hospital for a couple of days to make sure i was healthy and my body had recovered, Connie came to visit everyday and brought me some pj's and clothes to go home in.

I told her the truth about what happened, she wasn't surprised they had starved me, they really are capable of anything. i still feel weakened but should go after a few more days. when i return home i'm summoned straight into my fathers office, i knock on the familiar door and wait.

"Come" he demands, i take a deep breath and walk over to the shitty chair in this shitty room waiting for more shitty orders! Breathe Jamie - i tell myself.

I squeeze the arms of the chair while keeping my eyes low on the desk in front of me.

My father is sat studying my face in silence, finally he leans back and growls "Greggs' team has been captured, their being kept guarded at the scene before being transported to Silvermoon in the morning" he clenches his jaw "i need a team to go in and retrieve them before their moved, taking out any guards along the way."

You've got to be kidding me i internally scream! "Okay Alpha what do you want of me?" i force out with a straight face. "I want you to lead the rescue and bring them home safe and breathing! the rest of your team is already waiting by the trucks" I nod and stand "Yes sir i'll be back by morning."

I run to my room and change into my usual tank top and cargo trousers.

pulling on my boots i stand up and the room starts spinning, i reach out for my chair to steady myself while taking some deep breaths. how the f**k am i meant to do this?

I hurry into the bathroom and splash cold water on my face in an attempt to bring myself back to normality. my breathing levels out and the room stops spinning, i take a few more deep breaths before grabbing my jacket, hunting knife and machete then head out to the trucks.

There's 6 of us walking in blind, we have no idea how many guards they have nor what their armed with.

I grip the steering wheel with frustration as it creaks and groans under the pressure. There was 4 in Greggs group, if they're all still alive that's 10 of us against however many of them.

My mind races as we get closer to the abandoned motel they're being kept in. how do i get them all out safely? why has the Alpha now decided to put me in charge of a mission?

Especially as i'm still recovering, my head keeps going fuzzy and my vision goes blurry. Mr Smith insisted I go home to rest for another few days, I shook my head at the thought Ha! like that was ever going to happen but i didn't expect this.