Witch's Brew | book II | 18+

Chapter 7 | Romulus

Was what Leila said true, I wondered as I ran my fingers through my hair.  Was it possible for her to not enjoy herself while being my mate?  Did I need her permission every time?

This way crazy!  Where was she going to draw the line?!

Why hadn't she brought it up until now if it had been such a big deal I thought with a huff.  She certainly seemed to enjoy herself at the time.

Although maybe I should have waited to bite her, at least until I had her permission, I admitted to myself ruefully.  And perhaps I could have tried to hold out until we were at the apartment, rather than a bathroom.

"Romulus dear," Suadela trilled, interrupting my fuzzy, half-formed thoughts.

"What," I snarled as I continued to gnash at my shredded lips worriedly.

She jerked back as if I had physically assaulted her before her eyes narrowed dangerously.

I needed to be careful, I was pretending I was still drugged I suddenly remembered.

I let some of the blood from my split lip dribble down, as if I was reacting poorly to the medicine, then quickly collapsed to the ground.  Thank Goddess I was a werewolf.

"Goddess, not again," she muttered.  "I'm starting to wonder if it's even worth it...once we're together," she trailed off, as if she was repeated a mantra before she interrupted herself with a grunt as I felt myself haltingly being lifted.

"Ugh, Alphas," she panted.  "Why must they always be so massive and...and all muscly.  Can't ever be normal," she gasped, nose scrunched.

I felt her begin to stumble forward.

I pictured her like a pale version of a humanoid, red-headed ant at this point, and it was all I could do to not laugh.

We went on like this for five more minutes or so before she abruptly halted.

"Ugh, I don't have time for this," she hissed as I felt her suddenly carelessly drop me against the hard pink granite floor.  How did I know it was pink granite?  This whole floor was.  If I wasn't sure what I was dropped against, my side would definitely let me know it was some sort of hard stone, decadence aside.

"Dean," she crooned undoubtedly to a passing servant.  "Take this to its room and deal with it.  I don't have time for this."

"Yes Luna.  And might I say, you look even more stunning than usual.  Like the---"

"Yes, yes," she snapped distractedly.  "Just deal with that Sean, will you.

There was a slight, hardly noticeable pause.

Then, "Yes, of course my Luna.  I apologize.  I just---"

"Wonderful," Suadela interrupted once more.  let me know when he wakes up, will you Duncan?"

"Erm..yes.  Of course..."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, or perhaps he was.  At any rate, there was an all encompassing silence and I wasn't moving.  I didn't dare move myself either.

"Thank you Sean," she said hastily.  "I had better go.  I have some company to attend to, and the pack doctor has a progress report on my...the...I mean to say, the, um, the rogue, that is," she finished awkwardly. "Well then."

And with that, she was off.

The sound of her heels soon faded as they met with nearby Persian rugs before I heard a door slam a minute later.

"Thanks Barry," he squealed in an excellent imitation of Suadela.  "my name is Andrew," he grunted as he threw me over his shoulder.  

That man needed a raise after Suadela.  

Even if my injured side was the one he was favoring.

He carelessly threw me over his shoulder, grunting on occasion as he took me back into the 'room' I had been kept in.

She must have been careful to avoid the other pack members the whole time.

Since my brothers were currently in America, they weren't here to stop her.  The Beta, our younger brother, and his mate had gone with them.

I was supposed to stay behind with Leila to watch over our pack.

We had been doing exactly that until Suadela decided it was time to enact her crazy plan, though I was still unsure of what exactly the plan was.  All I knew was that she needed Leila and I for it to work.

I felt myself thrown onto the bed I was forced to share with Suadela before the wolf marched from the room, not bothering to look back.

He must have been from another pack, most likely our rival, Yaksha's Moon.  He smelled like them at any rate; of exotic spices, desert sand and Cyprus trees.

He couldn't have been a rogue at any rate; they always reeked of rotten flesh and blood.

I heard the door slam, then the locks slid into place.

I waited a few minutes before I dared to crack my eyes open.

The room was silent, save for my steady breathing as I took in the room.

I lay on a large, king sized bed, the silken sheets a blood red that were a perfect match for the room's décor. Everything in the room came in black, silver, and shades of red.

We were far underground in the prisons that had rarely been used in the last two centuries.  This was one of the safe rooms designed for the Alphas and Luna in case of an emergency thousands of years ago, back when humans were the sole known rulers of the Earth.

And now, ironically enough, I was being kept prisoner, drugged and forcibly kept separated from my mate in a room my ancestors had built to protect their descendants.

No, the irony certainly wasn't lost on me.

Luckily, I knew the exact layout of everything, hidden passages and all.

And I was determined to free Leila and myself even if it killed me.

A/N:  What do you think Romulus' plan is?

Why do you think he hasn't tried contacting his brothers?

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