Alpha's Rogue

Chapter 9

     The glass burst open, as Elizabeth let out a scream. I jumped up in a defensive position, ready to take on the attackers. My wolf growled and clawed inside, waiting to be unleashed. Two men and a woman jumped through the window. The man to my left had black hair and a stocky build, to my right was a  blonde and stoic man, and the only woman held a firm figure and had short, red hair. The trio were covered in black clothes and gun magazines. The men pulled out their weapons, pointing the guns at Elizabeth and myself, slowly approaching us.

     The brazen oak doors to our backs began to rattle and yells could be heard through the thick oak. The woman began speaking to the two men in a foreign  language, "Svyazhite yeye." I growled at the men, unleashing my wolf on the three. As my bones began to shift and expand the men launched themselves at me. The man with jet black hair took me to the ground and the other butted me in the head with his AK-47. My world began to darken, but before I lost all consciousness I heard "Strelyat' druguyu i ostavit' yeye" and a loud bang rang through the room. The blonde man picked me up and began running to the window. I lazily picked up my head to see Dean and the others burst through the double doors just as we jumped out of the window.
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     When I came too, I felt a throbbing like no other in my head. My world spun round as I tried to focus on everything around me. All I could make out was a pit of darkness glaring back at me and the creaking of floor boards above my head. I tried to reposition myself, but my arms and legs were bound behind a cold metal chair. Each time I moved the silver cuffs on my wrists and ankles, sliced and scalded. From up above, the boards began to groan under the weight of someone, or something. Lingering over the top of my head, the faint sound of passerby's voices  leaked through the cracks and into my ears. "Chto vy dumayete o ney? Dolzhen li poluchit' kopeyechku za neye. Chto ty dumayesh' o ney?" The subtle groans from upstairs began to dissipate, slowly taking their leave. And my ears were left with nothing to decipher, only the hollowness of my captivity.

     My mind began to race with possibilities as I scouted through the darkness. Where was Elizabeth? I cried out with a rasping throat, hoping for a reply of some sort. My call echoed through the room as my tongue grasped onto the dark, coppery tang filling my mouth. I let out a violent bark, spitting blood out unto the bitter cement floor. My lungs burnt and my throat restricted any air from my body. My head throbbed and my bones grew weak. I reached out to my wolf for strength and comfort, but with no response. All I could hear from her was the faintest whisper of a whimper. 

     The sudden exposure to light had me cringing, the door opened and a set of people descended the creaky stairway. Within three feet they were in front of me. Observing me, for what I have no idea. The man and woman began talking amongst each other. The woman sat patiently in the corner chair, while she waited for her partner to begin his examination. "Her body is in descent shape," he began to walk around my cage, "relatively based on muscle. She should go for a decent price on just appearance, but I'm sure her wolf would raise that price a very good bit. Royals typically do." The man's voice held a strong accent, one you couldn't miss. The woman sat quietly and nodded her head to everything that slipped from his mouth. Then she stood. She came around to look into my eyes, "She looks so young though?" Her face held a sliver of remorse for me. At least I think it was for me? Was it? The man came around to the front. "Don't let her appearance fool you. Ms. Clarissa here is 22 years old. She's the one of the three remaining Royals left. The other two are currently ruling over her kind. Her father died at the age of 5 and her mother just here recently. Murdered by Alpha Dean Jacks and his father."

     He leaned down to watch tears escape my eyes. "It's all your fault isn't it? It's your fault your parents are dead! They were protecting you! If you hadn't been there they would still be alive!" His face began to glower with rage. His voice grew higher as his anger increased. "No! It wasn't my fault," my tears poured now," it's not my fault the rogues attacked us. I had nothing to do with it!" His eyes widened and he stood tall. "Explain your mother then! Had you not been in her room she wouldn't have been severely injured. She would've been able to run faster. To get away! Had you not ventured into Alpha Dean's territory your mother would still be alive! She would be here with you! Safe! But no, instead she's buried in the river, floating down the never ending abyss of water! You murdered your mother and you know it." I lowered my head and sobbed. For my father, for my mother, for all those I've lost. My heart broke as I realized all of this was my fault. The rogues, Dean, everything. It all points back to me.

     The man opened his mouth to speak again, but the woman put her hand on his shoulder and said, " I think that's enough. We can't break her before the boss sees her. He wouldn't be happy if she couldn't handle what he has in mind." He sighed deeply and replied, "You're right. It's just hard for me to see her. She reminds me of everything I tried to have." My tears slowed down to trickles ad they turned to leave, quietly whispering amongst themselves. What did he mean when he said I remind him of everything he tried to have? I don't know who these people are. I've never seen that man before in my life! What do they want with me? What did I do? 

     The pair turned their backs to me and began to walk up the three measly stairs. When they opened the door a man stood there, tall and broad. He stood there firm and stoic, his chiseled gaze never leaving the door. His broad back blocked the pair form leaving my enclosure. The light behind him carried his shadow and dissipated in the darkness. Almost as a wolf stalking it's prey, hiding in the shadows, unable to be seen, yet it can see every little movement you make. Every breathe that escapes your lips. Everything you do, it sees.

     The man moved to the side to let the couple out of the room. His hand reached out catching the woman off guard. He pulled her over to him and told the man to continue on. He grasped the woman's arm and dragged her back into the darkness. Stopping in front of me and saying, "Tell me about her." His tone was demanding and intimidating, making the woman cringe. She looked at her notepad and quoted what the scribbles read. He just shook his head 'no' through it. His baritone voice rang out again, "No. That's not what I want to know. I want to know her." His gaze pierced into my own. As if asking a question all on it's own, asking for me.

     The woman went on with her scientific notations only to be consulted again, this time with anger. "I've told you that is not what I want to hear," his voice grew softer as he carried on, "I want to know about her, about her life, her being. I want to know her," The woman made an audible gulp and stumbled with her words. "S-Sir, I-I don't know about those things. Only the scientific observations Mr. Clark had made." So that's his name. Why does it sound so familiar? The woman's eyes held fear as he said his name, I could smell it, as I'm sure he could too. 

     A smirk lite up his face as he turned his gaze back to me. This man had an evil glint in his eye as he parted his lips to speak. "Then she can tell us." His smirk spread to a smile, malicious and at the same time inviting. I snarled and spit on the cement in which my blood now sat caked on the ground like frosting. My wolf surging whatever strength she had left surfaced, her voice coming out with confidence, "Go to Hell."

     The woman held a terrified gaze as she backed behind him. The man cocked his chiseled jaw and let out a hardy laugh before he replied, "I already am."