Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans

Chapter 50: Ludicrous

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Third Person POV

The wolf named Christopher paced. He was getting antsy. His current line of actions felt repetitive and performative. Performative for an applause he would never receive. Of course, Christopher didn't want applause. He wanted his mate and his child back with him; his child, he realized, more than his mate. After months without her, he wasn't sure if he ever really loved her or merely the power her position in the pack allowed him. He still felt vast promise in his child. To love or to merely raise in his image, he wasn't quite sure. More so than a reflection of past love, he felt hatred. Hatred for a woman who so easily rejected him. Hatred for her brother, the Alpha of the Paramount Pack who was ready to kill him on words of a bitch. Hatred for that bitch who he ultimately felt ruined the life he had so carefully crafted for himself.

When he asked Malum when he intended to retrieve his mate, having now retrieved the girl with the information he gave, the man's response was less than satisfactory.

"I have no need to go back to the Paramount Pack at this moment in time," the man had said.

"What about my wife? My child?"

"Your ex wife? She carries no value to me. I am busy, leave me."

Christopher was under the impression that he would have his mate back after the girl was retrieved. For months, he had provided Malum the information he needed to infiltrate the Paramount Pack. And as of recent, he had drugged the abducted girl time and time again under his orders. It did give him some satisfaction to see the girl in pain. She had caused him much trouble and he felt it a fitting fate for her. Eventually, she would die in the cavernous maze, be it by his hand or the mans. So he felt it necessary to take action now, before it was too late. Not to save the girl, no. She didn't deserve saving, he felt. No. To use the girl to his advantage.

"Christopher!" His head snapped towards the hallway, down which Malum was stomping his way to his room. Room, if you could call it that. It was more like a cupboard with a bed, carved into the caves. He supposed he could be grateful that he wasn't in a shared dormitory like the experiments and other rogues here. But he wouldn't be, for he was sure he deserved better.

He opened the door before Malum could storm in, making the small space feel even smaller. "What?" There was almost a sneer in the word.

The man glared. "Watch your tone. You forget that I saved you from death itself." Did he? Perhaps without him, Christopher would have found a way out. Would have talked his way out. Would have escaped on his own. "Come, it's time."

Christopher knew Malum only took him to do this task because it made the girl uncomfortable and, in turn, made the boy angry. Malum liked to make the boy angry.

Outside the cell block, Christopher was handed the vial of wolfsbane and a single packaged needle. He pocketed them and grabbed the keys to the cells.

All of these items were limited in his hold. The wolfsbane was brought from Malum's lab when it ran out, the small vial having done so once already while being used for the girl. The keys were a hesitant hold outside the cell block. Just recently, one of the experiments was beaten to a severe point. He had taken the keys and allowed the boys cot to be placed in the girls cell. The keys were not there for such a reason; Malum was furious.