Drugged

Chapter 52 • There's No End

Yoi's Pov

Erg... fuck my head, it fucking hurts. I instinctively try to reach my hand up to touch my head, but I'm stopped by my wrist. The fuck? I slowly open my eyes, despite the bright lights blinding me, adding to the pain. Barely looking down, I see that my wrists are separately cuffed to a bed, same for my ankles.

Shit, what the hell happened? I ask myself as I try to process everything that occurred up to me waking up. Let's see... I was with Xavion and these two professional cops or something in a van stalking a suspected building. I think Xavion left without me and I was left with the two guys- those fuckers! They're the ones who did this to me!

It's all coming back to me. When Xavion left, I stayed back to respect his wishes and then they proceeded to drug me with a rag. I fought back, but it wasn't anything compared to their strength. Before I completely zoinked out, I felt them lift my limp body out of the car and I assume take me wherever the hell I am now.

"You're awake," a voice speaks up from behind my head and I quickly turn as much as I can, seeing a tall man in his late twenties with shaggy, dirty blonde hair, wearing a tee shirt and basketball shorts approach me. "I suppose that's a good thing, considering you're collateral," he smirks, walking to the right side of me.

I lay my head back, keeping alert as some of the pain is relieved. I'm not sure who this man is, I've never seen him before, but he seems to know who I am, unfortunately.

"I heard you were pretty sassy, but could it be that my men have humbled you?" He questions, sitting beside me. I warp my face into one of disgust, as if. I'm just trying to not humor this sick fuck and figure a way out of here. "Hm, bummer," he sighs, standing back up, "do you have no questions for me? I'm visiting you out of the pureness of my heart," he makes a heart shape and holds it up to his heart with a half-assed smile. This is getting weird.

He's not wrong though, I have many questions, but I'm not sure if he will answer them truthfully. "Where am I?" I ask, looking around the room more carefully. The bed I'm on is a clean hospital bed with the sides up, holding me down. Not the most secure way to hold me captive as I could likely break the handles off. The walls are painted in a flat grey, making the room feel lifeless along with the blue tinted office lights. Overall, I feel like I'm in a hospital or insane asylum.

He places his hands next to my leg and leans back, keeping eye contact with me. "I figured that'd be the first thing you asked," he states in a bored tone, followed by a sigh, "of course I can't tell you that. Obviously, you're in a room, there you go."

I lower my lids, unamused by his sarcastic answer. Moving on, "Who are you?" I ask, wondering if he's going to dodge this question too.

"You need not to know my name in case your mate rescues you, I don't want to be hunted down," he pushes himself up and raises his hands as if he were infront of a cop, "but I feel like that's not what you were looking for, right? Yes, I'm up the chain of command for the drug ring you betrayed, but not the top dog. I'm just trying to get us out of the sticky mess your beloved put us in."

I raise an eyebrow, "You're putting a lot more on our relationship than actually exists," I state. Yes, we are mates, but nothing more than that. All the feelings I feel are the mate bond and even now my wolf is whining and trying to claw out of my head, missing her mate. "How'd you know that anyways?" I ask, realizing that nobody besides us should know that information, but manage to answer my own question, "I see, the NIB is working for you guys." I'm no investigator, but things would add up if that were the case, minus the fact that Xavion was sent undercover to destroy them. I could always be wrong.

The man stretches his arms, letting out a long yawn. "Yoi, right? You're looking a lot deeper into this than you should. The only thing I'll let you in on is that your precious mate is willing to trade himself for you and your kids," he smirks, taking a couples steps towards my head.

Is that so? "And you really think you can trap an Alpha like me? That's laughable," I state, knowing Xavion is quite strong despite the Alpha role being more of title than anything else.

Squatting down to be level with me, he speaks again, "Better isn't the best anymore, haven't you heard? Bexoun is the new, best thing about to be released on the market," he whispers, but I hear it loud and clear. Jeremiah mentioned that drug to Xavion during his interrogation and we were supposed to pick it up when he was undercover, but thats all I know.

"What's that supposed to do?" I push for an answer. Better already kills off its own users, eventually killing off their customers. If this is supposed to be better than Better, I can only imagine the horrendous reality that lies for the future of this pack.

He leans over, inches away from my ear, even with my head pulled off as far as possible from him and whispers, "Think of it like this, you wont remember a thing in the end," he suddenly stands up and faces away from me, "if I tell them to sit, they sit."

It just sounds like a sick mind controlling drug. Feeling a lump in my throat, I swallow it down. That's just horrible, sick, and wrong! On all levels. I still can't see how that would hurt Xavion in the long run because he didn't have withdrawals from Better and recovered, unlike everyone else.

"Our dear Alpha isn't strong enough to win this fight, but I guess we will see soon enough," he smirks, walking towards the door casually, "enjoy your stay Yoi."

The dour clicks and is locked from the outside once he exits and here I am, left all alone again. This whole situation is freaky, but I suppose I got some information out of that mystery man. It's weird how high ranking he is and dresses like a high-school boy, but it could be to blend in or if you have that much money it doesn't really matter. Plus, he's a drug dealer.

I could be correct about the NIB being apart of a conspiracy to distribute the drugs throughout the pack, but that leaves just as many unanswered questions as if they weren't.

What do they get out if? Most likely money, or it could be to take down Xavion. Though I don't understand why, because he's a very reasonable Alpha and delegates a lot of his work to varying sections of the pack to please the different crowds. Maybe it's to change that and gain complete control? But they couldn't do that just by killing off the Alpha... goddamnit, the headache is coming back from all this thinking. I miss doing the simple things and working in my shop all day.

I dug my own grave as soon as Beta Aryan came into my shop needing his ridiculous car fixed. Now that I think about, I wonder how he's doing, being in the hospital and all. Sigh, seems like we are both stuck in a hospital bed for the time being.

Lifting my head a bit, I take a closer look at the bars my cuffs are attached to. They're bolted to the side of this metal bed and probably won't come off with ease. I can't unbolt the Damm things because my reach isn't far enough, and I'm afraid that if I scoot around, I may alert someone. I'm putting my money on there being guards outside my door since my damn mate is coming.

Goddamnit Xavion, what're you doing now? You've done enough for this pack and this is how they treat you? I can't fathom why he would continue after everything he's been through. Maybe this mate bond means more to him than me, he did cancel his marriage after all...

Now I'm a hostage with a guilty conscious, what a great feeling.

Shaking my head, I rid of the thoughts and go back to trying to find a safe way out. Shilo and Mitchell are still out there with these fuckheads, they're my motivation to keep going on. I don't need a mate to save me!