Alpha Ethan

Chapter 3

*****Warning: Mature language and violence*****
Scarlet's POV

The accommodations in the cells are a far cry from what I woke up to just a couple hours ago.  When I had woken up, I had been so surprised to find myself in a warm bed with thick blankets pulled up to my shoulders.  I was provided a meal and was able to use a private bathroom to shower and freshen up.  The medical staff was friendly and helpful.  Even the man that introduced himself as Alex had seemed nice.  However, after all my discharge papers were filled out another man came in and placed silver cuffs around my wrists.

The next thing I know I'm being marched down to dungeons that smell of blood, urine, and mildew.  My mate was there waiting for me.  Hope and happiness had instantly flared up inside me until I registered the cold look on his face.  I couldn't understand it.  How dare he!  He's the one that stabbed me.  I haven't done anything to him.  I didn't even know him.  As far as I knew, he hadn't come to visit me or anything either.  He clearly doesn't care about me.  By the look on his face, he downright hates me for no damn reason.  My wolf of course tried to argue and reason with me.  "He doesn't hate us.  He loves us.  He's our mate!" she had insisted.  I had inwardly rolled my eyes at her.

Things blew up fast as both of us clearly lost our tempers and now I'm pacing the small space that I am locked in.  Luckily, they had removed my silver cuffs, though there are still burn marks circling my wrists.  However, now the bars to my cell are silver so there is no escaping them.  The man that had stayed behind to question me hasn't been back since they shoved me in here.  I don't know where he went or when he'll be back.  All I know is that I need to get out of here.

I can feel my wolf chomping at the bit.  She is restless like me.  Though, her and I are still on different pages when it comes to our mate.  "He must have his reasons for this.  Maybe it's all just some misunderstanding.  You just need to talk to him."

"For me to talk to him he'd actually have to be here.  He left us.  Remember?"  I push her out, not wanting to deal with her hopeless romantic side any longer.  I continue pacing as my eyes wander around my prison.  The walls are made of thick concrete stones and there is a line of cells that are surrounded by silver bars.  There are no windows so there is no way to know what is on the other side or what time of day it is.  I spot a camera in the upper corner of my cell and I'm sure all of the cages are the same way.  On the opposite wall on the far left side is a whole display of silver torture devices including handcuffs, chains, collars, and blades of various sizes.  There are even spray bottles that look like they have liquid silver in them and a container full of wolfsbane.  My stomach churns as I wonder what they will do to me.

After walking circles for what feels like hours, I go lay down on a small pile of straw that I'm assuming is meant to be my bed.  As soon as my eyes start to drift closed, I am suddenly hit with a freezing cold liquid that burns my skin.  I immediately jump to my feet as I try to wipe the burning liquid from my face.  When I look up, I see the man that is supposed to be questioning me.  He doesn't say anything.  He just sets his now empty pail down and walks away.  "What am I doing here?!  Let me out!" I call after him.  He just continues his way without even looking back at me.  Within a minute, I hear the loud clang of the metal door closing behind him.  I scowl in the direction that he went and try to ignore the lingering pain that is covering my body.  Breathing in, my nostrils burn and I realize that wolfsbane had been mixed in with the freezing water.

My straw bed is now soaked and ruined.  I growl in frustration and go sit along the opposite wall.  Time seems to move very slowly as I occupy myself with thoughts of The Scourge, of escaping, and of my mate.  My mind wanders to so many things as I try to distract myself.  The thing my thoughts linger on the most is that of my mate.  The sexy, low timbre of his voice, his muscular biceps and broad shoulders that stretched the material of his shirt, the light stubble that covered his chiseled jaw.... And of course, his mesmerizing blue eyes.  They were bluer than the sky and the contrast with his dark hair and tanned skin seemed to make them that much brighter.  I could stare into his eyes for days.  If only he wasn't proving to be such an ass.  Despite the path of my thoughts, time isn't speeding up.  And every time I'm about to fall asleep, I have the same rude awakening I did the first time.  I'm not even sure how long this goes on for.  Days?  Weeks?  And during all of this, my mate never comes to see me or check on me.  Further proof that he doesn't care.