Escaping Rogue

seventeen

Alena!

My head was heavy. Everything was heavy. It all hurt, every inch of my body. It was sore and burning, impossible considering I couldn't be either.

My eyes fluttered open, although between the darkness beneath my eyelids and the world around me, there was no difference. The floor beneath me was hard and cold, my legs and butt numb from sitting so long. My back was pressed to the same type of material, although my neck was sore from hanging forward. Slowly I inched my neck upwards, massaging the muscles carefully.

I coughed loudly, my throat burning with the rest of the body. There was no way of knowing how long I was here, wherever I was, and I was thirsty. Very thirsty.

Alena! The voice snapped again. I groaned, letting my head fall in my hands. Alena answer me!

I shook my head, falling back against the cold wall I had previously slept on.

Answer me please, baby.

The voice in my head was begging, whimpering now in comparison to he harsh commands from before. I felt my head spin from the words, unable to process anything they meant.

Who...Where am I?

A pause. Hey! Alena, stay with me! Are you okay baby? Are you hurt? Lena, I'm so fucking sorry. I should have never left you two, never risked you or Mario or our baby.

Suddenly the memories flooded back to me. Christian's finding out about the baby, his anger, the dinner, and the ball. The betrayal of Hanson burned in my mind, and Ben's hand wrapped around my neck made it all ten times worse.

Christian.

I grilled the fabric sprawled across my body. I was still in the red dress from the ball, and it wasn't ruined too badly, so I wasn't here too long. Hopefully.

I'm going to find you. I'm going to kill that mutt. I'm going to bring you guys home. All three of you.

I smiled slightly. All three of us.

Suddenly the door propped open, revealing a ray of light too bright for my eyes. They stung against the golden ray, and quickly I shielded my eyes.

"Alright Princess, time to meet the king."

A rough hand suddenly grabbed my arm, yanking my body upwards. I stumbled on my feet, finding them too heavy to even try to stand on. The person dragged my weak body out of the dark room, turning left and right in a barely visible set of hallways. My eyes couldn't focus on one thing, either too fuzzy or too tired to open. Either way, I couldn't tell where I was going, where I was, or if I'd ever find a way to get out.

Mario.

I sighed when I heard him respond. He sounded just as weak as I was, if not even more. Whatever he has been through, it must have been extremely rough. Tougher than what I went through at least.

We stopped outside of a set of iron doors, which the guy knocked on. There was a combination of footsteps and voices as the door swung open with a squeal. He started inside with me in tow.

There was much more light in this room. It was a dark red room, decorated like it was fit for a king.

I was lead to the end of the room, where a group of people were huddle together. We stopped a few feet away, and my body falling to the ground was the only thing that caught their attention.

Out of breath, I tried to focus on catching it, but only found it caught in my throat as I looked to those in front of me.

Scarred, charred, beaten and bruised were a group of rogues destroyed beyond mercy. One was missing a hand, another an eye. One man had a long scar from his face down to the nap of his neck, a jagged pink line forcing his soft face to become monstrous. My eyes settled on the last man however, glaring.

The rogue who's spent months terrorizing me and my family, my pack, was smirking in front of me. He stepped in front of all the others, one hand behind his back and the other reaching out.

"Ah, my dear Alena. So glad you've finally joined us."

I glanced from him to his hand, before misting all the energy I had and spitting his way. He grimaced and only stood up, now regarding me from a more regal distance.

"Alright. No matter, we have you now, and your precious alpha has no way of finding you."

"He will find me." I hissed, forcing myself to my feet. My hand instantly went to my stomach, finding comfort in the small bulge becoming more and more prominent. He smiled down at my torso when he saw this, and only shook his head.

"Christian Bade lost you the second he left you alone in Hanson's mansion. He's lost and there's no way he's going to win."

He was wrong. Chris would find me, he'd find Mario, and we'd all escape. This bastard of a rogue was going to eat his words the second my mate barges through those iron doors, and I would smile happily as he ripped his heart from his chest.

"But that's not important. Come with me, darling."

Suddenly he snatched my hand from the ground, linking it into his arm and making it impossible for me to pull away. I grimaced and followed, trying not to focus on my skin touching his.

Theo led me out of the ornate room, exiting another set of doors to reveal a balcony overlooking a huge field. It would have been beautiful had it not been occupied by dozens of thousands of people, all viciously fighting one another. Grunts and kicks and punches flew effortlessly, and I watched many fall into pools of their own blood.

Theo let go of my hand, instead gripping the railing and overlooking the rogues he ruled.

"This is my pack. I am the rogue king, and you have a very special place in it."

No I don't. I never did, and I never will. Whatever delusion he was living, it wasn't about to come true by any means.

I only glared in response, not giving him the satisfaction of questioning him. He only answered it of his own accord anyways.

"A king needs an heir, love. That's where you come in."

Instantly I gagged and my hand went back to my stomach. I wasn't about to give birth to his child, not in a million years. He'd have to kill every inch of before that would ever happen, and even then I wouldn't. Not while Christian's baby existed.

"You're a sick bastard." I hissed, clutching the dress. Theo turned to me, his bearded face now grinning.

"Oh no, Alena. I would never do that to you."
My eyebrows fell in confusion. If he wasn't planning on getting me pregnant, then what did he mean by heir?  "Your brothers never told you. Well, if you could even call them brothers."

My brothers never told me what? What the hell is this man saying, and why won't he just spit out the nonsense he wants to me to believe? I felt my neck and face grow hot, and clenched my fists in an attempt to stop my claws from lodging themselves in his neck.

"Tell me what." I hissed between clenched teeth. My eyes narrowed on the old man, who was grinning wickedly in front of me.

"Why don't we go ask him, hmm?"