Ancient

Chapter Six

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Y'all, Tom Hardy got me feelin' some type of way but sadly I'm going to share him with Rhys.

The guttural yelling of a man woke her. Each word screamed sent a rush of pain through her head, Rhys groaned as she remembered the last time her head pounded in such a manner, the ache raging like a pissed off hangover.

As eyes groggily opened, the world turned blurry, but Rhys could still make out the white ceiling of her cell. Limbs were heavy with fatigue, sore from the odd sprawled out position she still laid in.

Breathing heavily, she forced herself to raise herself into a sitting position, arms supporting her upper body and legs splayed wide. Knees shook like a newborn calf as she stood, falling the first few times. Finally standing she propped her self against the concrete wall beside her and listened to the hollering as it became less jumbled to her ears.

" – had no right!"

"Sir, I understand your concern but – "

"Take me to her – "

" – she's highly dangerous."

After the pair were finished cutting one another off, it went silent for a long moment.

"You actually think I care? I've waited years to finally have her again, a bit of danger will not stop me from taking what is mine." The male voice snarled.

A sigh signaled the other's surrender. The clink of heels tapped towards her cell.

Groaning to herself, she turned away to go lay on the mattress. No telling what bullshit she was going to be thrown into, Rhys was aiming for a bit of comfortable rest before the time arrived.

Curling up on the soft mattress, she turned her back to the cracked fiberglass wall, shutting her eyes.

Rhys just wanted to return to her brothers and a sleep knowing that she was surrounded by a trio of protectiveness. To return to taking propositions for kills. To get back to her comfortable routine of killing, arguing and sleeping.

All of a sudden she felt the eyes of many turn onto her small figure.

"She is yours, sir?" A timid voice asked.

"Yes. She is mine." A male grunted in response. The person sounded vaguely familiar.

Rhys was no idiot. She had a male claiming that she was his mate, but the assuming bastard hadn't even seen her face. Assumptions always drove her wild, igniting a slow burn of sizzling ire.

"1073DH." A robotic voice boomed in her room, making her flinch from the new experience. She flew up, settling a fighting position.

Muscles tensed and teeth bared in a malicious sneer, fists clenched in anxiety. Dark blues eyed the small assembly watching her. Seeing Dr. Onchi stand off to the side nod towards a burly man dressed in white clothing such as herself, he took a loop of keys and flicked through them before settling on the one that was what she supposed was the correct one.

The heavy metal door creaked open and the large male cautiously walked towards her, hands up in a friendly manner. Rhys did not know what came over her, but when she saw the open door, she was overcome with a wildness that she rarely tapped into.

Launching herself at the male, she landed steel blows over his face, he stood still for a moment letting her land even more blows on him in shock, but the he started grabbing at her hands but Rhys kept managing to squirm out of his grasp.