The Hybrid's Broken Rogue Mate

I had to survive.

~Clay~

Cold water splashed onto my body and my teeth clenched at that. These a**holes, I opened my eyes to look at them once more. Imprinting their faces in my mind, knowing well they'd all pay.

Ooh, the things I was going to do for them. Fates help them.

I shook my hands once again and felt the shackles clinging against the wall and each other. They'd tie me up in the f*****g dungeon.

I'd given up trying to ask why. They were probably and always had been two-faced all the while. One thing I could never understand was what made them turn on their own alpha and Luna.

It had been a few months since the incident, and I'd come to terms with it. What I hadn't yet come to terms with was me locked up here like a f*****g criminal getting humiliated every second of the day. Tortured every moment, they felt like it.

My inner beast was seething. They were lucky they kept dousing me already, otherwise Doug would have already had their necks. They knew this, which was why they kept me doused all the time.

By now, I had a count on everyone who got inside my sell and who left. I had a count on who sold my parents out and who was working all along with the coup master. Their faces and names printed in my mind like a surviving mantra that kept going on and on.

I didn't mind, all the mantra did was fuel my need for vengeance and my purpose and will to survive this. One way or the other, I had to survive.

That was my only goal at the moment. And if I couldn't do that, then death would be the only other option. Survive to avenge.

A kick to the stomach jolted me out of my reverie.

I spat the blood running up my throat to my mouth and clenched my teeth at the pain that had revolted all over my body. My fist tightened in anger. This backstabbing wolves. I'd have their head even if it's the last thing I ever do in this lifetime. I had to.

Two years later.

Boiling water splashed all over my torso and I bit my lip to stop the curse that was about to unleash. But I couldn't give them that pleasure of seeing me in agony screaming all over. No way, that'd only add to their pleasure.

This time I didn't bother looking at them, I kept my eyes on the wall in front of me.

Dral grabbed my chin in his fingers and twisted my head to an angle that had me staring up into his eyes while he stared at mine. He squeezed my chin so hard that he displaced my jaw, but still I held back my wince. I couldn't falter before them, not even when it hurt like a b***h.

The daily routine went on as usual, having them come in occasionally to keep updating my torture.

It was almost three years since I got here and not once have I succeeded in my escape plan. I thought by now I'd be out and in as much as I didn't want them to break me, I have to confess the thoughts are there.

They keep getting hard to keep at bay.

Thoughts of how weak of an alpha I am, thoughts of how maybe the pack was right to overthrow me.

Maybe that was why I still didn't have a mate. Maybe the goddess knew I wasn't good as well.

But at the same time, I'm glad somehow they hadn't found her and because she would probably have died with my family. Or maybe Sam was right all along, and maybe I didn't have one.

I know at times my thoughts don't align, but in as much as they don't, they're all I have. All I have explored since I was locked in here. Why they won't just get rid of me I don't understand.

Dan, especially, who hasn't been around much. Probably popped in once or twice.

five months later

Pain shot through my back all the way to my toes. And I wished, just like any other day that death could once for all claim me. And just like every other day in the past, it didn’t.

And so I opted to just zone everything out, just as I always did when the beatings got severe. Why do they still keep me alive. When will this ever come to an end? It's been going on for ages. And will most likely end with my last breath. Which I hope will be soon. I have nothing else in my life that I wish to look to.

I try seeking comfort from my other half. He is still there but has also given up. They were going to kill my wolf and if that happened I was going to follow him. It didn’t matter what they did to stop it.

At this point, the only reason I’m still breathing would be Doug. My other half, my source of peace my wolf. I can feel him but barely. The wolf bane they kept feeding me, plus the silver whips slashing against my skin every morning have really weakened him. Tears had long dried up and only came once in a while.

And they were mostly shed on behalf of Doug. He wondered how his own pack could do this to him.

The people he was meant to protect turned on him, making him a subject of mockery. The same people he could have laid his life for.

Those were bitter memories, and they were more painful than the morning beatings he received every day ever since we got locked up in this dungeon. But more than the pain, a feeling of resentfulness filled us both.

After almost four years of trying to understand their betrayal, the resent filled in. None of them deserve any understanding, no matter which angle you view all this from.

The me from three years ago had vowed to make them all pay. Having vowed to rain fire on them didn’t matter that they were family, my pack even. No.

All that mattered was their betrayal, and they would all pay severely for their misconduct. The me right now just wished for one thing only my end.

But not even that did the goddess grant me. She sure was set to see me in misery. She had denied us our mate. At twenty-two, I was still mateless.

That was before the betrayal of my pack members happened, and I ended up in the dungeon being treated worse than a slave. Now, at almost twenty-six, the thought of a mate was the last thing on my mind. I had given up, it took Doug two years in the dungeon to give up as well.

The goddess had decided my life was no fun at all with me relatively happy in peace, and so she decided to reduce me from a born alpha male to whatever I was now.

Betrayed and shackled by my own pack and family. But I didn’t care anymore. Doug harbored enough hate for her for the both of us even though, technically, we were one person.

A shadow blocked my view from the wall. I was staring at tuning out their insults and the sounds of the whip eating at my own fresh. I didn’t mind looking at the owner. I knew what would follow up.

As soon as that thought closed my mind, a kick to my stomach sent me swinging to the other side. With my hands tied above my head, I just kept swinging without balance and my knees scraping the floor as I got passed around. I was past the point of self-loathing, looking at how pathetic I was.

Such thoughts only came once in a while, unlike before when it was all I could think of.

The next hit had me coughing up blood and I willed myself to let it choke me.

Maybe then I'll be rid of this nightmare. I did just that, holding my breath and clumping my mouth shut. Not long after, I could feel my trachea blocking up and could feel my lungs burning from both the kicks and the lack of air.

Black Haazy started claiming me and I welcomed it gladly.

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I came to the whimpers of my wolf. I didn't have time to digest the fact that it was a failed attempt once again or get angry. All I could think about was Doug. His whimpers were barely there, but I could hear them though at intervals.

And his voice...

{No Doug, you can't leave me.}

I whispered to him brokenly as I crouched next to him in my mind where he was lying motionless.

I could feel that he was going.

They had finally succeeded in killing me. His eyes opened halfway and a whispered whine left him as tears flew from his eyes. They fed us wolf's bane once I passed out and ... I broke down holding onto Doug

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{I can't go on without you.}

I whispered once again as I lay there holding on to him, looking at his face, but that just broke me further. He was struggling to keep his eyes open and soon gave up, and they closed and a pain like never before tore through my body and a cry so painful came from my throat.

He was gone. My other half , my best friend, my only family.

They took him away just like they did my mother. I couldn’t go on living without Doug. I didn’t want to. Didn’t have a reason to. I looked up from my kneeling position to the chains the guards had left on me. Which they rarely do, but I’m glad they did today. I tried with all my might to stand, failing so many attempts, but finally managed to hang on to the chains.

I managed to have the chain go round my neck which had my hands in a weird position if not broken. It was hard, and I wished my ancestors wouldn’t fail me and have the guards walk in.

With me on my tippy-toes and my neck tied up with the chains, I knew it would be tight enough to function the way I wished if I go on my knees, which I did gladly. Without Doug, I couldn’t go on. This was it. My end.

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