The Alpha's Rarity

A Pack Prison (2)

I slowly look up to see the man. I have to crane my neck for me to look him dead in the eye because he is around 6'4 and I am 5'2. He looks to be in his mid-fifties, yet quite good-looking. His hair was completely gray(platinum like), while his eyes were light blue.

 The man looks down at me and asks " who are you?" I am too stunned to say anything so I just stare at him in shock. 

Should I just tell this random man my name or.... " Who are you!!" He asks with a lot of force so I really have no choice yet to answer now. I can tell by the look in his eye that he is losing his patience so I finally answer. 

" I'm Or- Ortega, " I say slowly. I guess that answer wasn't good enough because he takes my arm firmly and drags me along with him. 

All I can really do now is hope and pray that I won't get raped or killed. I wonder if my dad would really care or...

My mind just goes on and on until we reach this huge gray building. The building has nothing on the outside except for a door. Is this his secret house where he takes people to manslaughter them? I question in my head.

"Wh- where am I?" I ask, trying to sound firm but my voice fails me. 

"Were all trespassers and rogues go." He says as if it was quite obvious.  Rogues, he thinks that I'm a rogue! Oh lord, I am in trouble. 

When we finally walk inside the building I now discover that it is a prison. It goes on for days with around 5000 cells, all of them look the exact same. Each cell has exactly 20 bars on them with a minuscule window that's about 20 centimeters long and wide which also have bars on them. As I look harder I realize that these bars are made up of pure silver.

He pushes me into the cell and says "Sleep well because after you go see the Alpha tomorrow, this could be your last night."

 Then he locks the cell, turns swiftly on his heels, and leaves. Alpha? That explains how the bars are pure silver so that no one can try to shift and go through the bars ( as if they weren't too small already). Wow, I literally escaped home just to be captured in another place. Left one pack to be a prisoner to another.

Why does my life suck so much? I press my back on the wall and just slide straight to the floor. Just like my old room I have no bed. "Please let this Alpha have some mercy, please."

 I whisper out loud to absolutely no one in general. Then just like all the other long, depressing, sad, days of my life, I drift off to sleep on the cold, hard, floor.

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