Alone

Chapter 35

*Damien's POV*

It's now been five days since I've seen the love of my life and I think Ryder and I are beginning to lose our sanity. We don't sleep. We rarely eat. We leave our desks only to use the bathroom. All we've been doing for the last 120 hours is combing through footage and trying to find our mate.

I'm not sure how long we can go on. Ryder is starting to look like a dead man walking and I can't imagine that I look much better. People have been begging us to go easier on ourselves and take a break but we can't. Not when we know that Jacob is experiencing the same treatment, if not worse. We've felt some of his pain through the bond, enough that Ryder even doubled over at one point from the intensity. If we don't get a lead soon, I'm terrified that our Baby and his babies will die.

*SLAM*

The door flies open so fast that it puts a hole in the wall next to it. In the frame stands Helene, disheveled and gasping for air.

"I'VE GOT HIM!"

That's all she needs to say before Ryder and I shoot up from our chairs so quickly that they get knocked over.

"HOW? WHERE?" I shout, my Alpha voice radiating throughout the office.

"He was kidnapped outside by Henry, as we suspected. I caught the license plate and one of the trackers managed to locate the car. It's about 80 miles Northeast, right along the border." She steps forward, looking very much the Beta Female we know her to be. "I've already notified the warriors, the entire pack is standing outside, waiting to tear these rogues limb from limb. All we need are our Alphas."

*Jacob's POV*

I'm lying on the floor of my cell, awaiting my death. I can't even count water droplets because this cell doesn't have any.

Alpha Henry is constantly returning to kick me around. I have bruises literally everywhere, as well as at least a few new scars. What's worse is he has yet to feed me. I can last for a while without eating, but I'm terrified for my children. I can't imagine how much this is hurting them. I'm also still naked meaning I'm constantly shaking from the cold.

I'm shaken from my reverie by the creak of my cell door opening. A tall, muscled man stands in the door frame holding a long rope. I don't struggle as he binds my hands behind my back. There's no use in fighting, I can barely stand.

The man picks me up by my hair, not caring that elicits a shriek from me. He guides me out of the cell and into a room with a table. A table... just like the one in the old Playroom...

Goddess, please save me.

*Ryder's POV*

We race at full speed to the site. Damien in the front, Jackson and Helene on our flanks, and just about every man and woman of fighting age behind us. We sound like the stampede of antelopes from The Lion King. And, Goddess knows, we're going to return with our prey.

As we get closer to the site, we find more and more rogues along the way. They easily get trampled under the paws of some 300 wolves. 

Nothing will stop us.

*Jacob's POV*

The man throws me onto the table at full force. My head smacks against the cold metal, causing me to see stars. He ties my legs down as well as connecting my already-bound wrists to a hook above my head. Upon strapping a belt around my waist, he has efficiently secured me to the table. I have nowhere to run.

In walks Alpha Henry as well as two other men. I recognize them as Beta James and Gamma Charles.

"Hello, slut. A bit tied up, are we?"