An Alphas return:
I had been in my cell for weeks now. I knew for a fact that if I was left too much longer that my broken bones would set into the wrong place.
My lips had become dry and cracked; every time I moved my lips the cuts would re-open and cause blood to trickle down my chin and throat.
The once white cotton sheet on my bed was now a brown colour, covered in dryer's blood. There were also small drops of fresh red blood scattered on the bed and floor.
I had not heard more from the men yet about my fate, though I know it is bleak. I knew once the Alpha returned I would be executed immediately, no mercy would be shown.
A few days ago I had managed to break my left wrist, falling at a funny angle of the bed onto the concrete floor. I had made no noise though, only hissing in a breath through my teeth.
The small bulb hanging from the ceiling had been turned on a few weeks ago. It flickered occasionally, and was very dull, not many watts.
I had noticed a few more cells around me, though they had no occupants, leaving me alone under what I assumed to be the pack house.
I have not been fed in around two months now from what I can gather. My bones now stick out at sharp angles, showing the true extent of my starvation.
I was shook from my thoughts by the sound of an opening bolt. Heavy footsteps follow soon after, and I know someone is competing for me.
A large man enters my view, around six foot three, and around twenty something years old.
He quickly approaches my cell, a look of sympathy on his face. "Hello, my name is Max" the man tells me, making me back up into the far corner of my cell.
Seeing my reaction the man quickly continues in a soothing manner. "I'm not here to hurt you, I just wanted to give you this." He tells me, holding out some sort of breakfast bar.
Cautiously, I reach my hand out as far as I can, and he leans in until I can get a hold on the bar.
"Thank you" I whisper shyly, taking a small bite of the bar. I smile gratefully at 'Max', but in a reserved way.
After I have eaten half the bar I can no longer continue, my stomach full from the larger amount of food than usual.
Max looks at me worriedly as I place the rest if the bar in the bed, saving it for tomorrow.
"Aren't you going to eat that" Max asks me, concerned.
"No, I'm not hungry" I tell him, confused by this stranger's interest in my eating habits, and concern for me. "You know, I think you're the first person to show any concern towards me." I tell him.
Shock fills his features as he stares at me. "What's your name?" He asked quietly.
"Alexis Serenity Day" I tell him, my timid voice coming out shakily. I bring my face up to rest on my knees as I study the man I front of me "why do you care" I say confused "no one cares" I state sadly.
Before I can get an answer I see a single tear run down Maxes cheek before he turns on his heel and leaves again. Walking away just like the others before him.
I pull myself up from the floor and my wrist made a grinding sound as I moved it to get back onto the bed.
Wincing in pain I finally make my way back into the bed, panting from the exertion of my battered limbs. Small puffs of smoke leave my mouth as my warm breath connects with the frosty air. Blood slowly begins to drip down from my chapped, cut up lips onto my stained rags.
The light bulb above me flickered once before failing, leaving me in complete darkness. The wind blew viciously around, blowing leaves and debris around the floor of my cell.
A thin layer of sweat covered my body, thought my cell was anything but warm. My hair lay limp on my sweaty forehead, stuck by the sticky sweat and dirt mixed together.
My heart beat at an irregular pace, missing some beats and doubling up on others. My breath came out in short puffs of air, shorter than any healthy persons would be.
A pain filed gasp leaves my pale lips as my rib jolts out of place once again, unable to hold in a sob I jolt my rib further, and am granted with a grinding sound as I try to move my middle.
I place a bony hand to my forehead, immediately I can tell that I am running a high temperature, higher than even a werewolf's should be. I know I am unwell, I have little time left to live, but this does not matter now. Once the Alpha returns he will sentence me to death, I am sure of it.
The Ivory shadow pack has never been known for their caring nature. They are cunning, ruthless, brave and powerful. Their alphas are seen as the kings of the werewolf world. I know that under the scrutiny of this alpha I stand no chance of survival.
Ice water drips down from a leak in the ceiling, falling down onto my face. The water cools down my raging temperature enough to remove some of the pain, but it will not be enough to help heal my sickness.
Everything begins to spin; my vision begins to cloud as darkness pulls me in. A shooting pain spreads throughout my entire body, making me arch from the metal bed. I scream out into the night as agony rips through me.
My head crashes back onto the bed, making a loud crack echo around the dungeons. My body flies from the bed and slams into the bare concrete floor beneath.
My hearing begins to distort, making everything sound deranged and frightening.
"Help! Help me please!" I cry out, a useless and unheard plea to the deaf and ignorant.
I hear a sound above, like a door opening. Heavy footsteps boom above me, alerting everyone of this mysterious presence. Silence fills the air, only small and quiet breaths can be heard breaking the un-earthly silence within the pack house, it is obvious this person is very powerful and respected among the pack.
Another shot of pain rips though me; I quickly grit my teeth so to hold in the scream I knew would come otherwise. My head rolls to one side as my vision becomes worse, everything has now begun to blur together.
"Welcome home, Alpha" One man says; though it is distorted I recognise it as Maxes.
"Thank you, Max. I believe we have much to discuss." Comes the reply, his husky voice sending pleasurable shivers down my body.
At this moment my body decided to give into the darkness that was calling for me...
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WerewolfAlexis Serenity Day is a seventeen year old were wolf. She has spent her whole life being tormented and abused by others, mainly her father. Her mother ran away when Alexis was young, leaving her mate and daughter behind. As an Omega, Alexis is ign...