I am not Rogue

Chapter 6

Cold. Wet. Yuck.

My eyes fling open at the smell and I gag. My limbs are heavy and stiff, taking me awhile to bring my hands up to rub my eyes.

I press the heel of my palm against my eyes until stars appear. With a yawn, I stretch before heaving myself up into a sitting position.

Waiting a minute for my brain to wake up, I sit.

Once the fog over my brain clears, I survey my surroundings. Big concrete walls stand around me, and a single wall of silver bars. A cell.

I sit on the cold metal bed, slightly confused when I notice a barred window.

My feet touch the concrete floor and I wince at its icy feeling. I pad across the cold stone floor over to the window that a soft light streams in.

The sun hardly shines through the grey clouds as it hangs overhead. The ground is at eye level and I reach my hand out through the silver bars to feel the ground. Ice freezes my fingertips. I react my hand and pout.

Winter is coming early.

I walk back over to the metal bed. I sit Indian style on the cell bed. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.

The silence is unsettling as I'm used to the various sounds of the forest. My heart beats wildly against my ribs and my breathing hitches.

Unable to stay still anymore, I leap off the bed and pace the room. My skin tingles as I grow more and more uneasy. I start hyperventilating as the walls seem to close in around me.

The silver bars burn into my mind's eye.

I'm trapped, caged like the animal I am. The confinements of the cell unusual and unknown compared to the openness of the forest. I'm not supposed to be here, locked up. It's against my nature.

My panic state stops as a loud clang rings through the prison. I paused staring out into the hallway through the bars waiting.

The scent of my mate stands apart from the stench of the prison.

I still as he finally makes it to my cell.

His built frame towers mine as he crosses his arms. I straighten, sticking my chin up defiantly. I stare into his beautiful golden eyes unfazed by the silver bars between us.

"How are your wounds?" His deep voice grumbles curtly a hint of worry present. I narrow my eyes, "Fine." He nods distressingly, running a hand through his brown locks.

He chucks me some clothes through the bars which I catch. Turning around I place them on the bed. I keep my back to him.

After a moment of silence, I ask, looking over my shoulder. "Why are you still here?" My voice is quiet and my eyes flick up to him through my eyelashes.

He frowns in confusion, tilting his head. "I wanted to make sure you're ok. You're my mate after all." I frown angrily, turning around to face him, "Well you certainly aren't treating me as your mate." I state coolly gesturing to the cell.

His face hardens, the concern vanishing before setting his features into a cold unforgiving stone. "You're a rogue." He growls.

I don't bother to correct him. "So?" I cross my arms in annoyance. As my mate fumes in anger, I notice the guards beside him shrink away.

He laughs, unhumourous before snarling at me. "Do you really think that I would keep you as my mate? A filthy disgusting rogue?"

My heart clenches in pain with every word he speaks. I remain stoic as he continues. "You're like a disease. You infect and ruin everything. Killing innocent people for no reason at all, just because it's fun. The best thing you can do for everyone is rot and die." His low voice rumbles angrily.

I smirk to cover my hurt. I saunter over to him. I lean as close to the bars as I can.

His anger diminishes and his pupils dilated as his cheeks gain a rosy tinge. He stumbles to a halt. We stand close together only bars separating us. He's taller than me, and I use that to my advantage. With an innocent facade, I look up at him through my eyelashes.

"If you hate rogues so much..." I start quietly, "why I am still here?" I pretend to wonder. With an innocent gasp, I continue. "Could it be that you haven't killed me because you like me?" I flutter my eyelashes at him, hiding my wicked smile. I'm getting to him, pushing his buttons, poking his weak spot. "A rogue? The very thing you despise?"

My mate growls angrily at my declaration. His hand shoots through the metal bars and grabs me by the throat. I cough before he pulls me forward, slamming my face against the silver bars. I make a sound of distress as my skin sizzles and burns at the contact area.

His grip on my throat tightens, choking me. I sputter and gasp for breath. He golden eyes blaze into my sapphire ones.

"You fucking bitch." He growls. "You weak, worthless bitch." He seethes. "I hate rogues and I hate you. You mean nothing to me."

My smile makes him angry when I choke out, "Then kill me." You can't.

He flinches at my words before his poker face returns.

The sting of silver is relieved for a moment when he draws me by my neck, away from the bars. My head hits the bars as he roughly slams me into them again. I feel the burning bars press against my face, neck and chest.

Blood rushes to my head and I feel dizzy. Strangled noises escape me and I try not to pass out.

A ringing in my ear pierces my skull. I notice the Beta behind my mate, trying to get him away from me. His mouth moves but I can't hear what he is saying.

Just before I pass out, the Beta finally gets my mate off of me.

I collapse to the ground, using the bars to support my weight. I wheeze. "I told you so... you like me." You can't kill me I mouth. I smirk at my mate as he is ushered out of the prison by the Beta, however, I notice my mate looking back to me in worry.

I rub my sore throat as I try to regain my breath. Looking through the bars, I survey the silent prison.

The hallway is long, bars cells on both sides. Right up at the front, stairways lead to an exit.

I frown. Are there any other prisoners?