An Alpha without a Pack

Chapter 10

The next morning, or what was morning to the vampires since they lived by night, at six P.M. I found myself laying face down on the plush carpet with my stomach sounding like a whale. It was stupid of me not to eat last night, especially when I wasn't given much on the way to this hellhole. Throughout my suffering I was hoping someone would remember that I was here and that I needed to eat to live, but no one ever came. So here I am, laying on the floor, regretting my life choices.

Just as I was about to give up on life, the door to my bedroom, or as I liked to call it, my prison, opened and the smell of old blood filled my senses. I never in my life thought that it would happen, but the smell did not bother me as much as it use to. I guess staying in a house full of vampires you would get use to it. There was another smell, something meaty.

"You looked beautiful last night, Sophie," Jake said, his voice filtering through the room.

Instantly my gut sank low. Jake was the last person I wanted to see, hear, or speak too.

"How long have you been laying on the floor like that?" he asked.

For about half an hour I think, but he did not need to know that.

There was a long stretch of silence before I heard so rustling. From the sound of it, Jake had walked over to the desk and put a plate on it. I did not bother to lift my head to see what it is that he brought or why It smelt so good. Instead, I just kept my face buried in the carpet and wished for him to go away.

Jake sighed loudly which really annoyed me. "You're acting childish, Sophie."

"And attacking a pack because they were offering me shelter isn't?" I asked my voice muffled and sounding weird from the carpet. "What about destroying a pack and forcing someone to marry you because you're power hungry?"

Another sigh and my body twitched with annoyance. "All of that was arranged by my father."

"Then what about the fact that you tricked me into trusting you and lying to me? I was actually starting to like you." I finally looked at him, but with the most awful face I could muster. He did not seem to care which annoyed me some more. "You lied about everything and on top of all that garbage, I find out that you are the youngest son Of Drake Blood, the man who organized the slaughter of my pack and family."

Jake looked beyond hurt but I did not care. It's not like he had a right or anything. I narrowed my eyes at him and turned to put my face back into the plush carpet hoping that would be enough of a sign that I was done talking and that I never wanted to see him again. Apparently, it wasn't enough. Stupid idiot.

"Sophie, please listen to me," He begged. When I did not say anything, he continued. "I was completely against what my father was doing and what he was willing to do. I even threatened to leave the pack. But then he explained to me what the catcher can do, what it can make people do. I wasn't there on the night of the attack and if your father just did what he was asked, then he would be here with us now."

Anger and hatred hit me so hard that I saw red for a second and pushed myself off the floor. The world swayed around me, making me grasp the bed post to not fall over. I really needed to eat something but there was no way in hell that I was going to make myself look weak in front of these monster.

"My father," I spat, "Would not have been here whether he gave you the catcher or not. This," I swung my arm around me, gesturing to the pack's town, "is nothing but a bunch of hungry mutts who love to kill for fun. If your father got what he wanted he wanted from us, he would've killed us right then and there. Heck, he might've had a celebration after doing so." I dizzy spell hit me hard, making me grab the bed post with both hands. "Besides," I said softer, "it's not like Drake would've know how to use the catcher. No one does."