Broken

Chapter 3

Adrian's POV:
Adrian's POV:
My wolf wouldn't stop whining the whole time I was at the Blue Moon Pack. I was trying to comfort this pack over the loss of one of the most beloved Alphas, and ensure that whoever killed him will be found and punished accordingly. But it was a little hard to comfort a pack when even my own wolf was whining.
"Hey, Adrian, what's up with you today?" Matt asked, obviously knowing the mood I'm in. I turned to him and let out a sigh.
"My wolf is whining at me. I don't know why or what to do. This has never happened before." I responded, getting more and more irritated at my wolf. I clutched my hands into fists, my claws slightly extending drawing blood from my palms and my knuckles turning white. I looked down at my hands and looked at the blood. My wolf calmed down a bit and started growling.
He was angry.
I was angry.
We needed to kill.
"Where's the dungeon?" I asked, needing to kill a few rouges in a torturous manner. Matt pointed to the left hallway and I started to make my way down.

*
I came out of the dungeon with bloody hands and have killed thirteen rouges in the most torturous ways. No matter how many people I killed, my wolf wasn't satisfied. It was as if he was after someone in particular. I shook my head and went up stairs to my suite to take a shower.
Once I was out of the shower and changed, I was heading to the car with Matt and his mate, Clara.
"Clara, what's wrong?" Matt said with worry in his eyes. Clara has been quiet all day, looking out into this distance, not responding to anyone. "Come on, please, tell me so I can fix it," he pleaded. She was sitting on his lap and his nose was in her neck sniffing in her scent to calm himself down.
"T-today, two years ago, I was caught and tortured for a year," she cried. Clara turned so her head was resting on Matt's chest and she started sobbing. Matt was petting her hair and his eyes turned black and gold. His eyes so much shock and anger. We've never heard anything about this before.
"What?" Matt seethed trying to hold his wolf back. Clara wiped her tears and spoke up.
"Two years ago, I was heading off to college without my packs permission. So, obviously, I became a rouge. I had no money so I had to travel across three states to get to university. On my way I passed through some pack, I was captured by them and thrown into a cell. I was tortured everyday by their Alpha. I never got a name. But...but," she paused as a sob racked through her body.
"But..." I prompted. Matt looked at me with narrowed eyes and I growled at him, reminding him who he was looking at. He looked away from me and back down to his mate.
"But," she continued. "There was this girl across the dungeon from me. I thought she was fourteen or fifteen from how short and skinny she was. I asked one of the guards and he told me all about her. She was there from the second she was born till then. Seventeen years. After about a year of me being there, the guard told me that she was diagnosed with Leukemia, the blood cancer." She paused. Matt and I looked at each other.
"Was she a..." Matt started but trailed off when Clara nodded he head.
"She was a werewolf." She responded. "A month after she was diagnosed, there was an attack on the pack and I saw the girl run through the dungeon halls and out of the dungeon. It wasn't until she made it to the door that I realized that my own cell door was wide open. Ever since I escaped that day, I haven't seen her. That poor girl. She was tortured so much worse than me. She was beaten until she was on the bridge of death. But she was always breathing. They kept her alive all this time just to torture her continuously. I hope she's alive and those bastards are dead." She finished strongly.
Matt and I looked at each other again. IF today a year ago was when she was captured, and a month after she was there for a year was when that pack was attacked means that eleven months ago a pack was attacked.
27 packs were attacked last May. Matt told me through mind link.
I let out an aggravated grunt.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Why didn't you tell me sooner," Matt whispered, clearly ashamed that his mate didn't trust him enough earlier to tell him. She shrugged.
"I blacked out the time I was there from my memory," she said. Matt looked a little relieved knowing that the trauma wasn't bad enough for her to relive it day and night and that he didn't do anything wrong.
We all sat in silence for the remainder of the ride. When we pulled up to my castle that I share with Matt and my gamma, Devin, I was a few of my warriors walking up to us as we exited the car.
"Alpha King," the three of them greeted. I nodded at them wanting for this to hurry up. For some reason my wolf was restless.
"Gamma Devin has a new rouge in the dungeons. Protocol for you to decide what to do with it." One of them said with his head down. I let out a huff and started to quickly stride away from my castle and towards the pack house, where the dungeon is. Matt came jogging up along with me once I was about half way there.
"What's going on?" he asked with a serious tone. I just shrugged.
"Nothing much. New rouge." He hummed in understanding. We continued to walk towards the pack house until my wolf started yelling at me to hurry up. I picked up my pace along with Matt and came to the front door of the house. I knocked on the door causing a loud pounding sound to go through the air. In a matter of moments Devin had opened the door letting me in. I saw the blood on his hands and instead of getting a rush out of it, my wolf growled inside of me. I pushed Devin in the chest causing him to fly across the room and crash into the wall. I walked past him towards the large steel door that leads to the dungeon.
Once I open the door, the smell of lavender and mint enters my sinuses. I walked down the steps slowly to keep my wolf at bay.
Mate! Mate! Mate! He chants in my mind.
Just as I understand what's happening, I hear someone cough the cough that you only cough when you are about to die. I start to pick up my pace and I hear Matt and Devin following behind me. When I get to the bottom of the stairs I rush down the hall until I make it to where the intoxicating scent lead.
There was the smallest, skinniest girl I have every met. She had beautiful dirty blonde hair that cascades down to her waist. She was passed out in a pool of her own blood. She was so pale and I could see multiple scars and bruises that are both old and current. I heard Matt and Devin come up behind me and I looked at them. I then looked at Devin's hands.
Rage started to fill my body. I have never felt angrier in my entire life. I let my claws and canines extent and I attacked Devin.
He went to the floor and I started clawing at his face chest and stomach. I watched as his blood left his body, but not enough that he would die. I want to keep him alive so I can torture him for what he did to my little angel. I got up and kicked him in the ribs causing him to slide across the floor.
"Lock him up," I commanded Matt, my alpha voice coming out. Matt immediately lowered his head and made his way over to Devin.
I then leaned down and picked my little angel up into my arms. She was only in a sports bra and super short shorts. My wolf growled not liking the idea of anyone seeing what was ours. I placed her back on the floor really quick, pulled my shirt off and put it over her. It went down just past her knees. She looked even smaller and delicate than she already is.
I immediately ran out of the dungeon, racing my little angel to the pack hospital. I mind linked the pack doctor to hurry his ass up and be at the hospital waiting for me. Once I made it I rushed into the Alpha's suite and placed her on the hospital bed. The pack doctor rushed in and put his hand on her forehead. I let out a deafening growl and the doctor ushered for the nurses to take me out.
When the two nurses shooed me out, I growled at them and pinned them to the wall by their throats.
"Alpha King, with all due respect, we will not be able to tend to your mate properly," the doctor told me. I growled at him and he lowered his head and showed me his neck in submission. I let out one final growl before letting the nurses go and leaving the room. Once the door was shut behind me I dragged one of the small, uncomfortable plastic chairs right next to the door and put my head in my hands, praying to the moon goddess my little angel will be okay, so she will be perfectly safe and sound in my arms.