The Alpha and Her Rogue

|38| The Maniac

I am sooo sorry for the late update! I have been so busy that I simply forgot to publish this chapter. Forgive me!

Darius

"Glad you could make it to me alive," he greets me as I was pushed into the room.

The room is smaller than the last one but luckily a little warmer. A thin pallet rested in the corner along with chains hanging from the wall. A small table and a chair are the only other objects in the room.

I feel Ultio's warmth disintegrate and the door slams shut not long after. Tad pulls the chair from the table and placed himself on it directly in front of me.

He stares at me before his mouth curves amusingly and a short puff of air blows through his nostrils. "You remind me of your dad."

"You knew my dad?" I raise a brow.

"I know of your dad," he corrects, coughing. "We graduated from the same class at the academy. I don't acquaint with anyone."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Typical of someone like him. When has anyone of his bloodline ever been known to acquaint with anyone?

"Listen, I know why I'm here—to be your ransom or bait or whatever. It's no use, I'm of no use to that pack anymore. I doubt they even want me back."

"Because you ran off," he states. "Oh, I doubt that little grudge will be held for long. Especially, knowing what's about to happen."

The atmosphere seems to shift. The already cold room grows even colder as I stared into his hard eyes. Unlike most people, I couldn't find any emotion in his in them.

"What are you talking about?"

"Agree to something for me." He leans over in the chair, resting his elbows on the top of his knee caps. "Help me destroy Blue Valia for crossing me. I let you go, and you go back and be my spy so I can destroy them from the inside."

I chuckle at how ridiculous he sounds. "Why the hell would I do that?"

His face distorts into anger and a growl rumbles in his chest that quickly turns into a nasty coughing fit. I watch in disgust as he hacks into his sleeve. He notices the look on my face and it seems to make him angrier.

He stands up from the chair, his mood turning from zero to a hundred in the span of seconds.

"Wipe that fucking look off your face!" His large hand comes down on my face and I flinch at the unexpected blow. The sting from the hit sears half of my face and I curse at the pain.

"Fuck you," I hiss.

He slaps his strong hand to my neck, squeezing as tight as his dark mind pleases. I try my hardest to move any one of my limbs but they still felt like jelly from whatever I was injected with.

"You do not have to help me willingly," he says through gritted teeth. "Just know that your incompliance comes with a price," he growls out before slamming his fist into my face.

I growl in frustration of not being able to defend myself--spitting out the blood that dripped into my mouth from my nose.

"You're going to fucking pay you hear me!" he yells with crazed eyes, raising his fist again. Yeah, he's as psycho as they say...

My body practically screamed in pain.

My face ached to no end, my head throbbed and the drying blood that soaked my shirt didn't make me feel any more comfortable.

Tad beat me until he was tired.  When he was done, he left as if we'd just finished having a merry time playing cards together. His anger spewed from out of nowhere and he took it out on me. The guy is truly fucked up.