My Rogue

Chapter 13: Blood

Mika's POV

I was once again trapped in the Alpha's room, my arms bound above my head as I dangled a couple centimeters off the floor- just enough that it teased my toes into thinking they could reach when really, there was no hope.

Another lash landed across my back and I screamed out in pain. I could feel the blood trickle down my back and onto my legs. My head hung limply as I tried to keep myself from falling out of consciousness again... that would only make Diego angrier.

"You know what you did wrong, bitch?"

"Y-yes, sir." I didn't.

Snap. I cried as the whip struck again. I felt a little lucky; he had it made just for me. A silver hook was now attacked at the end to ensure every rip that torn through the skin on my back would never fade.

I stifled the sob that threatened to escape me. He hated it when I cried. He just wanted me to sit there like child's doll, scream occasionally, but never cry.

Diego walked around to the front of me. He gripped my face in his rough hands, squeezing my jaw as if he meant to break it into crumbs in his grasp. He looked at me with a mix of greed and insanity.

"You dare to act like that in my house? In the presence of MY GUESTS?!" His spit landed on me as he shouted.

So that's what this was about. Another pack Alpha and his family had visited, their young child along with them. He was about my age, a little older maybe. He seemed a little shy and he wouldn't let go of his mothers' hand, an act I found interesting. What did he plan to accomplish my holding onto another person? What was he even so scared of?

An hour or so later, as I was going about my business cleaning the house, I heard a little cry around the corner. I followed the noise to see a little boy huddled on the ground, bawling his little blue eyes out as he glanced around the tall walls of the corridor.

"You okay?" I asked in a small voice. Alpha Diego didn't like it when I talked too loudly... or talked at all.

He turned and looked at me, tears spilling out from his eyes. "I-I got l-lost," he stuttered and my heart went out to him. What a sad little creature he was.

I sighed. "C'mon," I said as I reached a hand out towards him. He grasped it hesitantly in his.

We walked down the corridor and down a few halls until we reached the entrance to the meeting room.

"Okay," I whispered. "Your family should be in there."

A smile broke out on his face before he turned back to look at me. "Y-you're not coming?"

I almost laughed. Me? In the meeting room? "Hell no," I said. "I would die."

He laughed again, somehow finding the idea of my death funny. Rude, I just saved his ass.

"O-okay. T-thank you!"

I gave him a funny look. What the hell was that supposed to mean? "Whatever," I said, and stated to walk away.

"W-wait! You're supposed to say, 'you're welcome!'"

The hell was this kid's problem? "You're welcome?" I meant it as a question but he seemed to think I was just saying the words. He beamed a bright smile and I felt my cheeks go warm.