She-Alpha

Chapter twenty one

"Stay here, please. I don't want to get in trouble." Malcolm begs for the third time now as we stand at the entrance of the prison. This wasn't the same prison Derek was locked in, it was a different one, and I was excited to see what is different about it.

"Malcolm I already said no." I state through clenched teeth, staring at him with pierced eyes and trying to keep my cool. He's contradicted me multiple times in front of the guards, and I didn't like it.

"Can we at least wait until Ares gets here?" He asks like a hopeless child, slowly beginning to cower away under my stare as his wolf begins to give in and surrender to Iverene.

"Definitely not." I say under my breath, low enough for him to hear the threat in my tone. Without waiting for him to open his mouth again, I turn to give one of the guards the same stare. She immediately walks to the door, unlocking it for me. Seems someone at least knew what a Luna title actually entailed.

I walk through the door, giving her a small nod to acknowledge her action. I continue down the obvious path since all prisons were designed the same way. I didn't know who the Rogue was or where they were placed, but I did not want to rely on Malcolm for anything anymore.

As I walk deeper down the stairs, I slowly realise that this prison isn't as packed as the one I was previously in. I think this one might be specific for Rogues since they all seemed to look injured and they stared at me with too much hatred in their eyes.

I ignore their gazes, sometimes giving them an even nastier one. If there was something that disgusted me more than Rogues, I clearly don't know what it is yet. I can't stand the sight of Rogues at all.

I'm about to take a new step when a familiar scent hits my nostrils, causing me to pause, and my leg immediately drops down so I can catch myself before I fall. I stand upright, taking in the scent more, confused and feeling hurt.

I turn to look at Malcolm slowly. He had jumped in closer when I was about to fall, getting ready to catch me before I caught myself. He took a moment to stare at my face before his eyes soften.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I start shaking my head in denial multiple times, feeling dizzy. Malcolm may have thought I was answering his question, but that was far from what I was in denial of. I barely even heard his question, because the scent occupied my brain and my stomach, making me want to vomit and fall over immediately.

Malcolm places his hand on my back when he notices this, his eyes widening with fear. For some reason, his reaction causes my panic to intensify. I wanted to ask him who the Rogue actually was, but I didn't need to.

I knew who that scent belonged to, but I tried my best to ignore it. There was no way. Maybe it was her mate?

I try to find my strength again, following the scent with a hand on my chest, trying to calm my beating heart. I might go frantic in just a second.

When I reach the cell, I thought it was, I examined the guards standing next to the cell door. When they see me, they both turn their heads to give a slight bow, keeping their heads down.

I ignore them. Even if they hadn't given me that gesture, I don't think I would've cared in a moment like this. I walked to the middle between them to look into the cell, and there she was.

Rue.

"Get her out of here!" I yell immediately, very loud, turning to look at both guards, waiting for them to obey my order, but they jump at my sudden loud voice, hesitating.

"What are you doing? Did you not hear me?" I walk closer to one of them, eyeing them with anger and rage. All I could see was red.

I wait for one of them to answer, and the guy I was so close to that our heads could bump any second was beginning to shiver in fear. I take that as a good sign, but when I see that he wasn't moving still, I move closer, not believing this.