Captive Luna

Decisions, decisions.

    The two men brought her into the prison, under their packhouse. She peered around at her surroundings. There was only one prisoner that she saw. The cells were clean, at least. Each cell had its own powder room with a bucket and a cot. The mattress on the cot looked a lot thicker than the ones at her old pack. The floors were concrete, but it felt warm. They must be nicer than her old pack. The jail was a bit dated but it was large.

What a waste of space, she thought. If they barely have prisoners, why don’t they chop it in half and make use of it somehow?

They continued further until there was a hallway. They went to the end and opened a door.

    “You’ll stay here until we come back,” Short Boy told her as he set her down on the cot. “We’ll be by later with food.”

Tall Boy grabbed her backpack. She held onto it, unwilling to let it go. He yanked it and then opened it. He shook it upside down, dumping its contents on the bed. Her underwear was the first thing that tumbled out. Her face reddened as she snatched it away and stuffed it under her. How embarrassing. He checked all the pockets.

    “We needed to make sure you don’t have any weapons or anything,” Tall Boy said stuffing the contents backs into her backpack. “Since you have some food and water, we’ll be back in the morning with breakfast.”

    “You can eat everything you have and we’ll be feeding you for now,” Short Boy said thoughtfully. “There’s a basin in the washroom and a washcloth. You can clean yourself, clean your clothes. There’s a bar of soap there too.”

    “Thanks,” she mumbled. She rotated her ankle but couldn’t without a sharp pain darting through it. She hissed.

    “That was some drop,” Tall Boy laughed. She growled at him, giving him the stare down. He immediately stopped. They turned and walked out, Short Boy taking a last glance at her.

    She sighed. She picked up the pillow and sniffed it. It smelled musty, but she could find the trances of detergent in it still. She pulled out her phone and realized she never locked it. She saw the barrage of missed calls and texts. Ah, service. One of the messages stood out.

HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME?!?! I WILL FIND YOU MATE IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!!!!! YOU’RE MINE!

    She shut her eyes. She checked that her location in her settings was not being shared, not that there was a point. She was pretty sure she could be tracked by him. She wouldn’t put it past him to put some creepy tracking app to run in the background. She wasn’t tech-savvy, so even if he did, she wouldn’t know how to get rid of it.

     Her battery was nearly dead. She looked around, searching for an outlet. There was one on the wall at the end of the hallway on the right side of her cell she recalled. Unfortunately, she was in solitary confinement. No access. She hobbled to the door and stood on her tiptoe to see if there might be a plug across from her cell. Nothing. She sighed and placed her phone and charger on the ground.

    She hobbled to the washroom and tried to check her body in the mirror. She was far too short to see anything besides her shoulders and head. She wanted to see if she had a bump. She knew that her pregnancy was 5 months thereabouts. But sometimes it could be shorter, it all depended on a lot of factors. Whether the pup was full-blooded Alpha, a mix of higher rankings, a mix of anything really, a were pregnancy could be anything from 4-5 months.

    She dragged her cot toward the washroom which took a considerable amount of time given her ankle. She stood on it and became hip level to the lowest part of the small mirror. She saw a faint bump. She gazed down to her belly and stroked it.

Hi baby, Claude smiled.

I wonder if it’s a boy or girl? She thought.

I hope it’s a boy. Boys are cute, and you can raise him not to be his sperm donor, Claude mused.

    She smiled faintly. She hobble-dragged the cot back to its original spot in the room and plopped down. At least this was far comfier than sleeping in a tree. Soon, she drifted off, with her pup in her mind.

    She awoke sometime later, the sun still blazing. She didn’t sleep for all that long. She sat up and grabbed her backpack. She was famished. She fixed herself another sandwich. She was so hungry she stuffed her granola bar in the sandwich as well. Must be pregnancy cravings already. She munched on her sandwich, wishing she had brought something to read.

This is going to be really fun, Claude said dryly.

I didn’t think we’d need any, she told her wolf defensively. I assumed we’d make it to a human town of sorts.

I know, I did too, Claude sighed.

              She chugged the rest of her water bottle. She sighed and decided to clean herself up. She hobbled to the washroom to fill the basin with water. It was lukewarm at most. She hobbled back and grabbed her soap and then slowly made it back to the washroom. She stripped slowly, placing her clothes in the sink. She wet the cloth and then wet herself. She grabbed the soap and built up a good lather on the cloth and then began scrubbing herself. This was far better than the creek! She poured the rest of the water in the basin on herself, slowly rinsing her body and refilled as needed. With no towel available, she stood naked to air dry and started to fill the basin with water again and put a few drops of her body wash. She dunked her clothes and began to scrub. The water was beyond black. She dumped it and repeated until it rinsed clean. She wrang her clothes out as best as she could, and hung them on the doorknobs, her intimates along the edge of the sink.

              She hobbled back to her backpack and fished out clean clothes. After that, she lay down. Bored to death, she fell asleep again, sun blazing in the sky.

SHORT BOY

              It had been nearly six hours since they brought the rogue in. She was pregnant. He didn’t feel very good about killing a woman and her child, just for trespassing accidentally. He genuinely believed her.  He thought about her and wondered what her story was. Everyone had a story. Hers seemed intriguing. She seemed feisty and probably was a handful. He wondered if she ran away, or if her feistiness got her into trouble.

              “Earth to Bailey,” Tall Boy snickered.

              Bailey blinked and shook his head. “What?”

              Daniel burst out laughing. They were in the kitchen in the packhouse grabbing food. The omegas had left the buffet out, and they were busy stuffing their faces.

              “I asked if you wanted to head to the bar just outside the territory,” Dan said, the residual laughter still evident in his voice.

              “Ummmmmmmm,”

              “It’s that rogue she-wolf, isn’t it?” Dan said slyly.

              Bailey shook his head, laughing. “No. Not at all!”

              “Thou doth protest too much,” Dan teased.

              “I still haven’t found my mate dude. I’m going to find her.” He said wistfully. He was 24 and still had not found his mate. Most wolves find their mates by 19, 20 at the latest. He was long overdue. As was Dan. He was beginning to think he would never find her, though there was something drawing him to the rogue she-wolf in the prison. She was beautiful. His thoughts began to wander. He wondered what her hair felt like, she smelled like berries. It was hard to tell what her hair felt like given she was on the run and it looked like a bird’s nest when they picked her up. He thought of her perfect little face on her perfect little body. She was tiny, he noticed. Perfect for throwing her around on his bed, though not actually throwing her, but easily manhandled to bend to his every whim. He pictured what she tasted like, what he’d do those perky breasts of hers. He felt his jeans start to strain against the length of his c**k. He imagined taking her perfectly erect n****e in his mouth…

              “What should we do about the she-wolf?” Dan asked, snapping Bailey out of his sexy thoughts. “We can’t let her go but we can’t execute her for trespassing because of the pup in her belly.”

              “Okay. Okay…” Bailey trailed off, clearing his throat and his mind. “How about since we barely keep prisoners, we keep her down there until she has the pup and then we decide at that point what to do? We could execute her then and put the pup in the orphanage.”

              Bailey didn’t want to do that. She was too beautiful to execute. She seemed harmless enough and didn’t think that warranted an execution. He felt this pull toward her, but from what he heard about mates, it was as though time stops once you see them. Everything continues to happen around you, but it’s as though you and your mate are frozen in time. He didn’t feel like that happened when he saw her, but more like an intense pull toward her. Maybe it was imprinting? Maybe that’s how it really was? His mated friends and family said they felt a jolt of electricity when they touched their mates. He didn’t feel that either. Why was he feeling this way about her?

              “Okay but that’s going to be ways from now though,” Dan replied, doubtful. “Can we really get away with it?”  Eric had the eyes of a hawk and he was the head guard in the prison. He usually worked days but his days off varied. He was off for the next two days, so they could get away with it for now.

              “I don’t know but we can try. If we get caught and Alpha finds out, we can explain that we meant to execute her, but she is with pup,” Bailey responded. “You know how the Alpha feels about killing pups.”

              Their Alpha despised violence against children and exposing children to those types of things. Most children in the pack up to the age of 15 were not allowed to witness any sort of violence in real life. Any time there was an attack – whether by a rival pack or by rogues, anyone 15 and under, those who cannot fight very well, new mothers, and the elderly were sent to the bunker to wait it out. They normally would be retrieved after the attack is finished and they are victorious. If a pack member was 16, they’d have to fight only if they were needed. Most trainings began at age 5. Calls to fight only depended on the severity. It was only during large-scale attacks, such as when the Blue Moon pack attacked them 27 years ago, where the teens would be enlisted. The adults aged 19 and above would automatically be forced to fight, though forced was a stretch. Most did because it was the right thing to do, especially with how fair their Alpha was. Some did it because of pride.

              “True enough,” Dan sighed. They were damned if they did, damned if they didn’t. The only thing they could do was hope to Goddess that Alpha Xander would understand the situation. The hard part was getting him to hear them out. Alpha Xander listens to his team, but Daniel and Bailey were only Elites. They were under the Head Warrior but higher than the regular Warriors.

              Bailey began to pack some food into Tupperware. He needed to feed the rogue; he was sure just peanut butter sandwiches would not sustain her. A wolf needed protein in the form of meat, to sustain good health. He loaded two steaks, mashed potatoes, added gravy, and a boatload of asparagus. He then fixed a salad and added it to another container. He grabbed some juice, a carton of milk, some cheesecake and began to head to the prison. Dan watched him as he left. Bailey might as well have packed all the leftovers.

Don’t stay down there too long, he warned him.

I don’t plan on staying. Just want to check her ankle and drop the food, Bailey responded.

We have a bar to get to, Dan teased. Maybe you’ll meet your mate!

Fuck off, Bailey huffed.

              Bailey stopped by the powder room on his way. He grabbed the first aid kit and rummaged in search of a tensor bandage. He made his way outside to the entrance of the prison. He could smell her. He sighed as he stepped into the darkness.