Mates with the Enemy

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jia POV:

We have been in this place for at least four hours and I have not got anything to eat yet. My throat is finally starting to get dry and hoarse and I am so hungry at this point that I stop swearing and yelling out curses and start to think. There's only one thought going through my brain right now; Why does the Alpha want a girl that is not his mate? Then it hits me; this pack is famous for not having mates or not being able to find them. The Alpha loved the girl with his whole heart because he does not believe he will find a mate. I sort of know that feeling. I was really young when something like that happened to me. At age 16 I thought my life would end when he left; that's the reason there are not a lot of guys in my life.
Guys are you out there? Elle mind links us.
Ya, I am here! How is Emerald? And how are you? Is anyone hurt? I ask, panicked.
Jeez Jia one question at a time please! Soph says. You're gonna give Elle a headache. I can see her shaking her head in my head and smile.

Elle chuckles. She's fine. A little cranky, but fine. We're both perfectly fine. She says in a calm tone like she's not scared, but being her friend for so long has taught me some things about her. I'm just glad the pack bond is still strong. I say. Before I can say anything else the door opened and pulled me out of my thoughts. Instead of swearing, I am going to use Soph's way of pissing people off: Silence.

Damien POV:

It had been almost five hours since we gave food to both the pink hair and the baby mama but I wanted to wait to see if the tough girl would break. At least she has stopped cursing but then she went deep in thought. I couldn't stand to see her like this anymore so I picked up a plate and walked to her cell. I opened the door and found myself staring into her eyes. She was really beautiful, that's for sure. She just stared at me and I gave her a smirk.

"Has the bad girl lost her voice," I cooed at her. Her eyes lit up with anger but she calmed her self down. She just stared back at me blankly.


Sophia's POV:

I really enjoyed isolation. Don't get me wrong, I'd give anything to go back home and live happily ever after with my brother and my friends, but I really like the desolate situation I'm in right now. Not a single pesky soul in sight.
I'm much more artistic when I'm alone, it helps my creativity because there's no distractions. I only wish the dudes had given me some other mediums to work with instead of a simple pen.
The door to my wonderfully peaceful cell opened to reveal the childish dude. He was much too loud for my liking but other than that, he was fine.
I ignored his presence and continued sketching.
Currently, I was working on a comic of Sean falling down the stairs and into a big bucket of purple paint. Jia had set up a prank like that a few years ago and the paint had stained him purple for weeks.
But with this sorry excuse of a pen, my drawing was not up to my standards. The ink kept smudging in blotchy spots and it was ruining my work. It wasn't that noticeable, but I really hated it the small imperfections.
The dude sat down quietly at the other side of the table. After some silence of him watching me as a I sketched, he spoke up
"Nice drawing." he muttered. I curtly nodded in reply.
He stayed silent for a couple moments more.
"Want me to get you some colors or something so you can finish it?" I finally took my eyes off from the notebook and met his soft gaze. I nodded again, but friendlier this time, and gave him a small smile, which he happily returned before hopping out. He came back shortly with a standard pack of ten Crayola pencil crayons and laid it gently on the table.
I stared at it for a moment, no doubt with a funny look on my face, because I hadn't used one of these since I was a toddler. As soon as my parents had found out I really liked art and drawing, they made sure to get me anything I had ever needed. The assortment of colors was very simple; not at all what I was used to working with. But I guess you can't be demanding when you're the one who was kidnapped so I opened it up and pulled out the colors I needed.