Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 3 Burning Bonds

Valentine Winters P.O.V

He continued to smirk, a twisted expression of black-hearted malice etched on his face as his eyes locked onto me, savoring my vulnerability like a predator relishing the moment before the kill.

A sudden knock echoed through the room, disrupting the tension. "What?" My mate roared, his voice filled with irritation.

"There's a whole werewolf search party scouring the area for her," a male voice informed him from behind the closed doors.

"That's interesting," he said, his tone shifting to one of satisfaction. "It seems she's far more valuable than I thought. Inform my father immediately!" he commanded, a sinister pleasure lacing his words.

He turned back to me, his gaze piercing. "What is your rank?" he demanded, his voice carrying an undercurrent of menace.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer, my lips sealed in defiance.

"I asked you a question," he repeated, his tone deceptively calm, but the threat was clear. Still, I remained silent.

His frustration boiled over, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to force me to meet his gaze. "Lie, and no one in your family will be spared," he hissed, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity.

"Alpha." I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, but he heard me loud and clear.

"Jackpot." A cruel smile curled his lips.

The realization that my father had sent a search party for me made my heart sink. Their lives were now in jeopardy because of me. Tears welled up in my eyes, on the brink of spilling over.

"Don't cry, pet," he cooed, his voice filled with a sadistic promise. "They'll die right in front of your eyes." His words were like icy daggers, chilling me to the core. The fragile thread of hope that I had held onto now threatened to snap under the weight of impending tragedy.

"No." I shook my head in disbelief before thrashing against the silver chains that bound me, but the metal sapped my strength, leaving me powerless.

"Yes." he countered, his voice dripping with mockery, clearly amused by my futile struggle. Did he really think this was a game?

"You suck!" I spat, my voice quivering with rage.

"Nah, babe, You're the one who'll be doing the sucking here," he retorted with a smirk, his crude innuendo making my skin crawl and my face twist in disgust.

"I hate you," I mumbled, my words filled with frustration and a deep-seated loathing.

"The feeling's mutual," he shot back, his eyes burning with unadulterated hatred that made me flinch. The depth of his disdain pierced me like hot needles through my heart.

What had I done to deserve such loathing? His open expression of hate left me feeling raw and exposed.

"I'll be unfastening your chains now," he said, his tone cold and authoritative. "Behave yourself. There's no escape, so don't bother trying. Now, take a shower because you reek just like the wet dog you are." His words were laced with disdain, adding to the humiliation that washed over me.

I nodded in reluctant compliance.

The room was filled with security cameras, leaving no space for any attempt at escape.

"Clothes and a towel are placed in the sink. Better be swift; hopefully, you'll smell pleasant by then," he remarked, unlocking the chains and pushing me toward the bathroom.

Once inside, I quickly locked the door and scanned the room for any possible escape route. But there was none, except for a small window that wouldn't even fit my head, let alone my entire body.