Alpha Wolf - Mate Mine

Chapter 6 ~ Black Alpha is Back

Black Devil Territory 

That evening, particularly mad, with an ominous darkness settling in and the wind howling with the wolves, seemed orchestrated to persuade people to stay indoor.

Elena was enjoying a movie with her family and friends in the cozy living room of the pack house, nestled in the heart of Full Moon. 

Unbeknownst to them, elsewhere that was anything but cosy, someone was being beaten.

"Do you like life?" A voice echoed through the murky air, thick with the stench of decay, malevolence and worst things.

"I...I do!" A second voice, shaky and squeaky responded.

"Well then, explain why you decided to take a stroll across our border." It seemed a simple request, the voice seemed reasonable, if we heard it from behind a wall and we didn't see the face that produced it. "Trust me, it's best to tell me, now, then them later."

Dim lights flickered sporadically, casting shadows that danced along the narrow, damp corridors. In the cells, only a handful of unlucky souls dwelled, their hollow eyes having long accepted their fate.

Once you entered, escape was an impossible dream, unless from inside a plastic bag.

Leave. The prisoner could only think about escaping that hell of a place. He eyed the door, assessing his chances against the guard stationed at the opposite corner, a mere low-ranking warrior. Fighting him was an option, but fleeing seemed the safer bet...

Just then the guard turned his back to him.

His legs tensed, hope spiked.

He could make a break for it...

Before he could act on his impulse, chillness filled his ear. "I hope you decide to escape."

Startled, the prisoner spun around, crouching.

A large figure with red eyes stood right next to him, though he hadn't heard anything move or approach. "Go head. Run."

Those crimson red eyes stared with the dead concentration of a restless hunter. "Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you."

Another man, taller and leaner, flaming hair and matching eyes sauntered forward with a smile and easy going attitude. But the artificial warmth in his eyes and obvious malevolence behind that smile terrified the prisoner more than red eyes did.

"Call down, Beta. Let our guest acclimate," he turned to the prisoner and grinned, revealing a set of fangs that scared the prisoner's soul away from his body. "Nice place, isn't it?"

Without waiting for a response, he waved at the guard. "Leave."

"Beta. Gamma," the guard bowed, without meeting their eyes, and hurried away.

"Please... I... I didn't mean to...I swear! I got lost!" The squeaky voice of the prisoner seemed rushing, a tinge of desperation creeping in. 

"A fucking waste of air," that voice, deeper and seldom used, belonged to the Beta.

"I stepped over your border by mistake, before I could find my way around...my wolf doesn't see that well at night!" The prisoner continued.

This time, there was a muffled clicking and one, sharp cutting sound.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream tore through the whole prison; the grey walls and the well-fed rats the sole witnesses.

"W-why?" 

A low, guttural growl rumbled. "Your revolting paws violated our territory."

"It...hurts..."  

"Oh, does it now?" This voice,  with a sweet edge to it, belonged to the Gamma, "come on, just tell us what you were really doing. Don't you want to keep all your fingers? You might still need them." He even added a cheerful wink.