The Alpha's Rogue Prisoner

Chapter 4: Lies

Blair/Ana's POV

"And you're here all by yourself?", the man asked again, still raising an eyebrow. Amusement is clear in his eyes. It seems that he's not taking all this too seriously. I should be relieved but no, he's starting to annoy me.

I'm restrained on this bed with a handcuff pressing painfully around my wrists, not to mention in a very awkward position with only my bra and underwear on! While there he sits comfortably in a chair, probably making fun of me in his mind! Hah, why, because I'm JUST a woman? So, he doesn't see me much of a threat? I clenched my jaw.

I'm tired of men, especially weres, looking lowly at women. I had enough of them in Silver Moon pack. There, women are treated nothing more than an object that fills a man's sexual needs, or a body that shall give birth to strong and healthy pups for the pack, or a slave who's supposed to bow down and obey every single order of the master without a question. They're not allowed to do anything without their man's approval, most of them aren't even allowed to work, nor to have things they earned on their own, for this is viewed as an insult to the 'dignity' and 'authority' of the husband.

Yes, I never refer to them as 'mates', simply because they're not! I've always believed that each of us has a destined mate. Our one and only true 'mate.' And one way or another, in the most unexpected time and place, we will cross paths, and instantly we will recognize each other, oh yes, that beautiful moment of finally being united with your other half- the other half of your being, mind, heart, and your soul, that magical moment of being whole!

But, in that pack, my belief was viewed as something of an 'old practice', an 'old-fashioned' way of mating, as my father explained to me when I told him about it while he was forcing me to mate with Kyle.

I sighed. Right, leaving the pack wasn't only because I didn't want to mate with Kyle. In fact, I knew, even before my father talked to me that day, that soon I will be forced to mate with him like everybody else in the pack, and I was ready. He's my best friend after all, I wouldn't mind mating with him for the sake of our pack. But the thing is, deep in my heart, I knew I wanted to be free, to have a life I can call my own. A life that is not manipulated by anyone, but me. Honestly, I felt more like a puppet in that pack than a human or a wolf, while my father and Alpha Kris manipulate the cables. I just had to leave.

"Yes. Obviously," I answered sarcastically. He suddenly looked serious. Hah. He might be my mate, but he can't play me. I'm done with this Q&A crap. Man, my wrists are hurting real bad! Why am I handcuffed anyway? Why am I even here? And where the hell are my clothes? I eyed him sharply. I can't believe I stood firm to my belief on 'destined mates' and 'magical moments' to end up with this pervert! I caught sight of my wolf snarling at me. Wait, what, me? Oh great, looks like she's already hooked to this macho man. I smirked at her in my mind.

Honestly, I don't know exactly what happens when true mates meet. All I know is that, yeah, you're destined to be with each other for the rest of your life and it'll surely be a magical moment, I mean that one was just common sense of course! Other than that, well, the whole mating process is a big blurr to me. And now, I wonder why I'm feeling rather annoyed with my mate, while obviously, my wolf is already very much into to him? Aren't we supposed to feel as one?

I lost my train of thoughts when he snapped his fingers at me. Why, the nerve of this guy!

"I was asking, where's your family then?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it immediately. Hell. I haven't thought about it. What am I going to tell him? I was starting to panic. Think Blair! Think of something!

"W-well, my mother died when she gave birth to me." This one's a fact.

"And your father?"

"H-he, well, also died... uh, in a fight with another were... j-just two years ago, actually." Lie...

"No siblings?"

"Uh-huh." Fact...

"So, you're parents were both rogues then?"

"Huh?" I didn't get his question at first. Were my parents rogue? I thought about it for a few seconds. I did say I didn't have a pack, so yeah, my parents MUST be rogues, of course. "I mean, uh-huh. Yeah, they were, I mean we... were rogues." Lie...

"So, where are you from exactly?"

"What do you mean?" I already said I didn't have a pack, didn't I?

"Are you from this state, or did you come from another state?"

"Oh right. Well... I-I'm a rogue! A-And I don't stay in a particular place for long, so, yeah, I'm pretty much everywhere actually. Ya know, just roaming around and stuff." Lie...

He just raised an eyebrow. "I see. And why did you come here exactly?"

Man, do you ever ran out of questions!? I'm not sure I could still make mental notes of my lies here!

"I-I..." Sh*t. I got nothing. Again, he raised his eyebrow, higher this time. I'll reap his eyebrows one day! I thought. Damn. Think Blair!

"I was just... lost. I was on my way to... uh, my father's cousin who, well, happened to live in..." Damn. I'm stuttering too much! I looked away from him. He was staring directly at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence.

I don't know the names of the places here! I'd have to come up with something. I looked around. I saw a corn lying in the table. Corn, Corn cob, Corn kernels, I'm thinking of the names that might come out of it. There's gotta be something I can use. I let out a breath. Alright. Here goes whatever...

"...in Kernels... ville? Yeah, that's it, Kernelsville." There. I held my breath as I watched his reaction. His head tilted sideways, he was thinking. Right, he must be thinking that's the most stupid name of a place ever invented! And I'm so dead, now. I looked down, and bit my lip.

"Did you mean, 'Kernersville'?"

I looked up at him. Holy Guacamole! This must be my lucky day! I faked a laugh. "Ow! My bad. Yeah, that was the name. Damn. I can't believe I forgot."

His lips broke into a smile. The most gorgeous smile I've ever seen, I thought. I felt a tug in my chest. Oh boy, there goes that warm and fuzzy feeling inside again. But hey! I'm still handcuffed to a goddamn bedpost!

"Uh, my turn to ask!"