An Alphas Call

Chapter 6: The Name's Beta Andrew's

"Stop! Put me down!"

Darius carried me up the long stairs, all the while I'm shouting; screaming at him to release me. All I could think of are the things that are going to happen to me when we get up these stairs, those thoughts spur my frantic behaviour.

I refuse to be tortured again, there is no way that I would be able to handle it.

he starts walking down a long hallway towards a massive mahogany door. My nerves are on edge now and once again my stomach is twisting at the prospects of my near future.

Before I know it, I'm being flung onto a large California king bed. I quickly try to scramble away but before I can, the Alpha grabs a hold of my ankles, dragging me to the end of the bed, where he pins my arms above my head. As he, once again, is hovering over me, his weight only pressing on me enough to keep me subdued, not enough to crush and hurt me. He was breathing heavily, a clear indication that he was close to loosing control, which only made me all the more terrified.

Alpha wolves are very possessive and they always demand submission from those they deem weaker than themselves. So for their mate to defy them so much and to even go as far as to run away, is extremely triggering for Darius's anger.

My lips quiver when the whisper leaves my mouth, as the first tear makes it's journey down my cheek.

"P-please... please d-don't hurt me. You... y-you said you w-wouldn't..."

His cold, hard look softens and his eyes fade back to a shinning blue.

"And I meant it..."

He sighs deeply before releasing me. I instantly scoot away from him, as he runs a hand through his now dishevelled hair.

He leaves the room without saying anything, leaving me sitting there very confused. I should be being punished right now. I don't get it? I tried to run away... again... so why? Maybe he means it when he says he won't hurt me? I don't trust him, but there's something in me that is begging for me to open up to him; to let him in; to forgive him.

I know it's the mate bond, there's no other reason why I would be feeling this way... not with what I went through.

The door opening back up again, interrupts my reverie. Darius walks back in with a pair of pink, polka dot pyjamas in his hands.

"I got you something to wear for tonight... they're my sisters... I'm sorry they're, um, a bit bright? she doesn't own many things that aren't pink..."

he places them on the bed before making eye contact with me. I look away from the intense blue, a slight blush coming onto my face. There's just something about this big, gruff looking man, holding a pair of cute, bright, pink pyjamas that is ever so slightly amusing.

He sighs deeply again, before making a move for the door.

"Get some rest... it's been a long day, I'm sure you're tired."

The way his voice sounded, left no room for arguments.

He doesn't take another look at me as he leaves the room. I release a sigh, pressing my hand to my chest. I can feel my frantic heart start to slow down slightly, as the tension leaves the room.

I should hate him and I do, but there's something else. I can't think straight when he's around. He scares me, but at the same time his warmth and his deep, soft voice comforts me. I don't like it, I refuse to like it. Also, if he was going to hurt me, I'm sure what I did would have warranted a good beating... maybe, just maybe I can trust him a little?

It took me what seemed like forever to sleep. I kept worrying that Darius would come back in with a change of heart, revealing that this was all some sort of cruel prank; A game to mess with me.

Get me comfortable; get me to trust him and just when he's got me just where he needs me, I'm shoved right back into the cells.

The restraints, that kept me sealed to the large metal chair, cut away at my wrists and ankles. I couldn't see a thing through the rag that covered my eye's. All I could hear was the rhythmic sound of a water droplet and my heart breaking out through my chest.

Where was I? What was going to happen now? It hurts, it hurts so much. That's when, with a sick revelation, I realised that these aren't just any restraints, they're silver. A loud whimper leaves my mouth as the burning gets worse and worse by the second.

Suddenly the sound of heavy foot steps reaches my ears as a door scrapes against the floor. The rooms acoustics carries the sound, making me shiver with complete fearful anticipation.

"P-please... let me go! I-I really don't know any-"

I don't get to finish my sentence as the most painful wave of electricity is pumped into my body. I can't even scream in pain, the shock was that strong. All I can do is try to focus on anything other than the loud ringing in my ears and the dizziness clouding my head.

"Every single time I get an answer that I don't like, I'm going to shock you..."

Suddenly the man grabs my chin, harshly pulling my slouched face upwards. I can't see them and I'm not sure if I want to...

"W-who are y-you?..."

A dark scoff echo's around me and I try to recoil at the sound. His grip on my chin tightens as I feel a warm breath, that makes me feel sick, hit my face.

"The name's Beta Andrew's, but you can just call me your worst nightmare, little she wolf."

I could hear the sinister smile in his voice, making me whimper louder. I knew I was fucked. I couldn't escape these restraints; I was completely at the mercy of this man and I doubted he had much of that.

Then it hits me again, but this time it's worse, my whole body's on fire, the electricity bringing me on the edge of a shift that I have to suppress. If I shifted here, it would kill me. My limbs wouldn't be able to form properly due to the restraints and my body would shut down mid transformation... oh God... that's the point of this... the real torture isn't the electricity per-say... but the almost impossibly, unbearable pain of having to force down a shift... this can turn even the strongest of wolves crazy.

The pain doesn't stop.

I'm screaming for help; for it to stop but, all I can hear are his dark chuckles as I writhe in pain, silent screams leaving me as the rag, that's around my eye's, is drowned in my salty tears that won't stop flowing.

Someone make it stop, some one help me!