Scott, my alpha (scomiche) AU

Chapter 7: Out

Mitch's POV

I was just put back in the cells when my clothes arrived. I put them on. They are too big but I'll live. At least it's better than a blanket.

"Hi." I turn to my left where the voice came from.

"Lincoln!" I am actually happy to see him. I feel less alone.

"I see you've shifted." He says walking to the bars separating us.

"I have." I say enthusiastically. I'm glad I can finally talk to him.

"So tell about yourself now." He says. I get up and walk over to him.

"What do you want to know?" Lincoln is so nice, I can't imagine him killing the alpha's parents.

"Your name would be nice to start with." He says with a grin. Oh I forgot he didn't know my name.

"It's Mitch." I say.

"Hi Mitch, I can finally introduce myself. I'm Lincoln Burrows." He says with a cheeky grin. "I would shake your hand but I don't think my arms will fit through these bars. And silver is not pleasant against your skin."

Maybe he can't but I can. My arms are a lot skinnier and less muscled than his. I carefully stick my arm through the bars, trying not to touch them.

He smiles and shakes my hand. I smile back at him. I guess I just made a friend. And I'll probably need it because I don't know for how long I'm going to be here.

I start to slowly retreat my arm after the handshake.

"KEVIN!" A loud voice suddenly yells. I jump, I didn't expect anything to suddenly be so loud. My arm painfully scratches the silver. I can hear, see and feel it burning. I quickly retrieve my arm, which is not a good idea because I can't do it carefully when I do it fast.

I try not to yell out. I don't want any more attention on me. But this hurts like hell.

"Put it in your drink bucket!" Lincoln say, concern in his voice. I quickly put my arm in the water. At first it hurts even more but then it gets better.

Luckily werewolves have faster healing than humans so it won't leave a scar. It will still take a few days to heal though.

I look at my arm. Burn marks are scattered across my left arm. It stings and burns like hell. Fantastic, more to make my stay here even better.

"Are you okay, Mitch?" Lincoln asks me.

"I'm fine." I mumble.

"Let's just talk some more." Lincoln says, probably to take my mind off my pain.

"What do you like to do? What are your hobbies?" Lincoln asks. Hobbies? I wouldn't know. I'll have to dig very deep for that. What did I like to do before I became a rogue?

"I liked to sing." When I was young I was always singing. It drove my parents crazy but I loved it. When I was captured I used it to calm myself down. "Haven't done it in 7 years though."

"Oh, why not?" Lincoln asks.

"I have been in my wolf form. You can't sing when you're a wolf." I shrug.

I look up into Lincoln's shocked eyes. "How old are you, Mitch?" He asks. His eyebrows furrowed.

"19." I answer. His eyes widen. I can see him do the math.

"I'm so sorry, Mitch." He says stepping closer to the bars and me. I go to stand in front of him. He looks down at me with pity in his eyes. "That's awful."

"It's okay." I whisper.

"MITCHELL!" I hear a loud voice shouting. I can recognise that voice anywhere. "Get away from him!" Is he talking about me or Lincoln?

"You better not have touched him." Alpha growls at Lincoln. What's going on? Why is he here? Is he going to punish me?

I quickly step away from the bars and stand against the wall furthest away from bars. I don't want to get punished. I didn't mean to do anything wrong!

Alpha finally steps away from Lincoln's cell and comes to mine. He opens the door. "Come on Mitchell. You're going with me." Oh no. It's time. I'm about to get punished.

I look over at Lincoln with panic in my eyes. "Where are you taking him?" Lincoln asks. I'm too scared to ask alpha myself.

"None of your business." Alpha growls at him. He comes at me and grabs my arm. Luckily my good arm and not the burned one.

He starts walking out of the cells and the building. I have no choice but to walk with him.

"Did he bother you at all?" I think he's talking about Lincoln. I shake my head.

"Can you please speak? It would make it a lot easier." He says looking down at me. I quickly look down at the ground. "No." I mutter softly.

We walk the rest of the way in silence. I keep looking down at my feet the whole time. I can feel him looking over at me a few times but I don't look up. His hand on my arms sends sparks flying through my whole body.

We eventually stop. I look up from my feet. The pack house. Why are we here? They do punishments here? That's really weird.

He lets go of my arm to unlock the door. He walks into the house. I don't know what to do. Do I follow him or stay here?

"Come in." Alpha says noticing my confusion. I still don't know his name I suddenly realise. He knows everything about me but I know nothing about him.

"What happened to your arm?" He suddenly yells, grabbing my burned arm. I look up to him startled.

"I-It was an a-accident." I stutter. I look down at the ground, avoiding those angry blue eyes.

"Did Lincoln do this to you?" He asks examining my arm.

"No." I say firmly. Lincoln can't get blamed for more. "I accidentally ran into the silver." I say, trying to sound believable.  I mean it's kind of true.

"Okay." He says softly dropping my arm. I'm still looking down at the ground. I know he's looking at me but I'm too scared to meet his eyes. He softly puts a finger under my chin raising it up. I flinch away from his touch. Will he beat me? Slap me? It's better to just get it over with. This waiting is driving me crazy. He drops his hand.

"I'm sorry, Mitchell. I don't want you to be afraid of me. I'm your mate and I'm supposed to protect you. But I threw you in a cell. I'm so sorry. Please don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you. Ever." My eyes shoot up to his. What? Is he serious? He is accepting me?

"Please forgive me?" He asks. His fingers are trailing up and down on my upper arm. Goose bumps rise where he touched.

Does he expect an answer? Of course I forgive him. I don't have another choice.

He's still staring at me. I guess he really expects an answer of me. "Of course" I say quietly before adding a quick "alpha."

"Thank you." He sighs in relief. "And none of that alpha bull. Please call me Scott."