The Alpha and Her Rogue

|37| Wicked Smile

Darius

**Weeks earlier

My brain throbbed as the darkness faded and light came to my eyes.

As I take in my surroundings, I realize that I'm stuffed in the trunk of a jeep with my feet and hands tied. The aching I also feel in my legs tells me that I've been in here for a while.

I grunt as the vehicle jerks and my head bumps the window. I faintly notice another vehicle traveling behind this one.

"You're awake," Ultio's voice greets. He glances back at me before turning his body so that I could fully see his face.

"My mate..." I groan out. Naya obviously isn't in this vehicle with me and the only thing I'm concerned about is her wellbeing.

"Oh, I left her resting," he smiles. "She's no use to me."

"And what use am I to you?" A low growl rumbles in my throat.

I struggle against the ropes binding my wrists. He kidnapped me and left her there all alone. I ignored the burning pain as the spiky material digs into my flesh.

"You won't get out of those. I'd suggest you save your energy. You might need it." A low chuckle sounds.

"Fucking bastard," I grumble, still trying to loosen the ropes. "Why did you leave her?"

It's dark out now, which means we've been gone for hours. I'm too far to feel or link her but I know she's likely scared out of her mind.

"Like I said, she's no use to me. Besides, I don't think you want her to go where you're going."

"And where the fuck is that?"

"You'll know in an hour or so," he sighs. "We're almost there." He brings out a needle before reaching over the seat and plunging it into my neck.

I wake up shivering in a frigid cell.

The t-shirt and shorts I have on are providing me no warmth whatsoever. Werewolves don't get cold easily so I know the icy temperature in this room is set purposefully to torture whomever is unfortunate enough to end up in here.

The room holds a dim light, enough for me to notice how insanely dull the room is. Another wide iron cell sat to the right of me—the bars thick and inescapable. Across the room on the bare white walls is a lonely metal table and a few metal chairs.

This reeks prison.

The door opens, allowing the light from the hall to shine through. I squint, holding my hand up to block the searing light. A woman that I recognize walks in; The red head that my mate got into a fight with.

She makes no eye contact with me as she slides the very thin mattress and blanket under the cell towards me.

"Where am I and what am I doing here?" I hurriedly ask before she turns away.

"That's not for me to discuss with you," she answers coldly, walking to the door. She turns back before exiting. "You'll get your answers soon."

I wrap my self in the blanket, feeling the temperature in the room starting to really get to me. I could shift to keep my temperature at bearable degree but I noticed how faintly I could feel my wolf. Whatever they injected me with must have something to do with it.

The thought unsettled me. Weakening my wolf? Just what does my "grand father" have in store for me? I should be scared for my life right now, but I'm not. I'm only scared for my mate, that's it.

Whatever he has planned for me, I can handle it. I have to so that I can get back to Naya. I have to.

My body "adjusted" to the temperature in the room after awhile, my skin now numb and icy to the touch I'm sure. I sniffle, wiping my nose on my shirt. It's been hours since the red head came in.