Deadly Desire

Chapter Fourteen- Alpha's Prisoner

Warning The following content is not for sensitive readers: graphic scenes of torture and rape.

Dante pov:

Carrying her back inside, I make my way back to the house with her over my shoulder. As I ignore her, she continues to kick and cry. I knew she would try something because people are so predictable. Although my mansion appears to be two stories tall, there are actually two lower ground levels. Bedrooms, a kitchen, a parlor, and integration rooms are all located on one floor.

The second level is my dungeon, where I imprison werewolves that have been captured and use a variety of torture techniques. I was leaving her for the first time, not the luxurious bedroom. I lead her to a ground floor bedroom, a windowless space with an attached bathroom, and furnish it with a bed, a chair, and necessities. It features a bed, a chair, and necessities; there is no way out from the inside thanks to the steel door. The door, which is secured with a keypad, is the only entry and exit point. With a unique room code, I unlock the door, step inside, walk towards the bed, and unceremoniously drop her onto the mattress. Keeping her inside, I'll return for her in the morning.

Rachel Pov:

I'm furious because I saw some of the guards snickering as we were making our way back to the house. They are a group of assholes who let me believe that I was running away on purpose, even though they knew their prince would catch me. He stops, punches a code, and I'm still hanging upside down from his shoulder. We go through a door, and the next thing I know, he throws me. He turns back and walks away as I land hard on a bed, nearly bouncing off. Hey, what's your destination? He closes the door after ignoring my screams.

I stand up and walk to the door, but it has no handle. Frustrated, I pound on it, injuring my hand in the process. I approach the steel door and use force to pull the drapes aside, only to discover that there isn't a window. Oh no! I scream in exasperation when I spot a windowless bathroom with a shower and a toilet. I want to go home to my family, so I dig my hands into my hair and take big breaths.

Additionally, confirm that they are safe and that the werewolves did not hurt them. I slip down the wall and disappear into the corner of the room, dejected and angry. I put my head on my arms and pulled my legs up to my chest. How did this affect the outcome of my night? I was abducted, saved, and then abducted once more. I'm finding it difficult to handle everything, and I wish Ash was here. When he caught me, he took my purse. There's no method for me to communicate with outsiders.

Unknown POV: Warning: not for sensitive readers

The Werewolf King Nash is furious with me for not finishing my job. I was taken to the dungeon by his guards, where I was placed in a cell. They shackle me and beat me till I bleed profusely. They drag my lifeless body into the torture chamber, where they bind me to the wall and render me helpless. After the king, Nash enters the chamber while Amelia is being dragged in by two guards.

"I tell the king, leave her alone and take your punishments on me." With an evil smirk, he looks directly into my eyes and grabs her by the hair, drawing her closer to him. She screams in agony as he tears off her clothes, his nails biting into her flesh and dripping blood down her throat with one hand. He rips her open from the neck to the stomach with his other hand, digging his claws into her throat.

Her body is covered in four large claw scars, and blood is streaming from her wounds as she cries in agony. The guard punches me in the stomach so hard that I spit out blood when I tug against the handcuffs. After Nash tosses her to the ground, the other guard approaches, shackles her to the floor's chains, and puts a collar over her neck.

Nash hurts Amelia as a form of punishment every time I am unable to apprehend and bring in a carrier. She is my vulnerability; every time they torment us, I am powerless. Nash goes to the table in the corner that is filled with various torture tools and takes out a short but highly spiky three-way split whip. He turns to face Amelia once more and gives her a whipping motion that causes bits of her skin to rip out. With a cry of agony, Amelia lets out, and Nash circles her before slapping her in the front once more, sending fragments of skin flying all over the place and catching her breasts in his swing.

He gives her another few lashes. He breaks her leg with a powerful step. She's lying on the ground, curled up in a pool of her own blood, when he finishes. With a fit of laughter, Nash motions for his men to gather her up and remove her chains and handcuffs. She is motionless in his arms as he catches her by the neck. He pulls her over to the torture table and bends her down over it. The sound of his zipper opening fills the room as he zips down his pants and lets them drop to the ground.

I feel fury. "No halt! You son of a bitch, you've done enough! Leave her alone! You expressed your point of view. I struggle against the handcuffs securing me, and I manage to break free of one with all my might. The guards were upon me before I could retrieve the other one; one broke my arm, and the other threw fists at me. As he fucks her doggy style over the table, Nash raises her ass in the air and shoves into her, causing her to yell out and hold her head back by her hair. She is fucked so hard that blood is streaming from her. They have me watch my girl get raped by Nash.

I am a hybrid, part vampire and part wolf. My mother was a wolf, with brown hair and blue eyes, and my father was a vampire, with blond hair. They were friends from the moment they met. They had my younger sister Casey and me; as it is forbidden for wolves and vampires to mate, neither species was pleased with their relationship.

Despite all the difficulties, they managed to stay together. Casey and I were half-breeds living alone in the mountains when my family was slain by a pack of werewolves one day. At sixteen, I had just about escaped and barely made it through. I am not as strong as full breeds, but I have a better sense of smell. I do not change into a wolf or a vampire, despite having claws and fangs. Nash makes me spy on the vampires since my scent belongs to neither species. At the Vampire Princes Club Dante Voss, I was hired.

One day in the woods, I ran into Amelia. She was standing in a clearing, her beautiful red hair blowing in the wind and her eyes the color of grass. She was a rogue one, yet when our eyes met, a mate bond was formed. She chose to accept me despite being a werewolf, and for many years we coexisted quietly in a tiny cottage in the woods without disturbing anyone.

Prior to the werewolves finding us and capturing us, they captured us, and they have kept us as prisoners for the last 500 years. When the wolves found out I had a keen sense of smell, they used it to find the carriers and get to them before the vampires did, sealing my doom. Nash punishes us if a carrier gets away from me or if the vampires reach her before I do. They punish us if I disobey or if we attempt to flee.

It was a happy accident that when I joined Rachel's father's gym, I got to know her brother Ryan, and we hit it off. Rachel reminded me of my little sister Casey when I first met her. I detected her perfume and realized she was a carrier for the first time when she turned sixteen. I have been keeping her hidden from both parties for a long time, but every year her scent grows stronger.

Once, Amelia told me to take Rachel and escape, but I could never trust Nash with my mate. Rachel was discovered by another wolf pack, who notified the king; therefore, I can no longer keep her hidden. I'm compelled, against my will, to bring her in now that he is aware of her. If Nash manages to grab her, I could always give the vampire prince a tip, in which case she'll be saved. The survival of my beloved is at stake; I must swiftly devise a plan to secure her freedom.

Once Nash has completed raping my mate, "I don't know how you haven't learned your lesson in not crossing me, you half-blood piece of shit," he smirks as he looks at me. There is another carrier you missed right in front of you. Bring her in now, or next time you fail, your loved one will pay the price. They lead us into a cell and close it behind us. Her cries are traveling through her body as I draw her up into my chest. "My love, I am deeply sorry. I vow to find a way to rescue you." I choke out as tears cascade down my cheeks. I feel such a failure that I am unable to defend my lover.