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Chapter 18: Alpha of the Blood

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Chapter 18: Alpha of the Blood

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked as he walked into the room. He seemed very cool and calm as he hung back, slightly leaning against the door frame.

How was I feeling? Well since I was locked in this room with an endless stack of dvd's and more food then I could possibly eat. Do they think I was a hippo or something? How much do they think I could possibly eat? "Bored" I answered. Very bored.

"I figured, how would you like to join me for dinner?" he gave me a charming smile and a wink.

"Do I have to eat?" I whinned.

He chuckled a little and shook his head slightly. "Only if you want to, but trust me when I say my roast chicken is to die for."

I wiggled my nose a little and jumped up, being a little careful with how fast I got up. Walking over to the bathroom I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and threw on a lime green dress of thin, light material that was short in the front and long in the back.

We walked down stairs, my arm looped in his. Getting down to the foyer there was a table with a light linnion cloth over the top, two chairs either side The table was alight with a range of candles in the middle while the room had lanterns around it that reflected off the lake only a few metres from where the table was seated.

We sat down on the chairs and the food was bought out almost immediantly.

"So what exactly did you do all day in that big house?" Dean pressed again. I was almost certain I had answered this question before. I shook my head a little and tossed the food around my plate before bringing my food up to my mouth.

"I told you." I said beofre taking my first bite and slowly chewing the moist chicken.

"Did you?"

I'm pretty sure. I frwoned and narrowed my eyes at him, showing my pure displeasure.

"What about friends? I mean you had to have thoes right?" The images of the ones I called my friends came flooding back to my mind.

I shook my head. "I kind of pushed them away." I said feeling a slight pain as I siad the words.

"Why?"

"I was mad. They had taken me to that party knowing full well what was going to happen, it's like they offered me up like a sacrufical lamb." It hurt me, it hurt to have them betray me like that.

"And your family?"

"I only had my pop. He didnt even come with me that day. I was the only family he had left and he just..." I trailed off, feeling myself chock up.

"Well in their defense, non of them could have done anything anyways." He told me.

"What?" I scrunched up my face and stared at him.

"They were bound to do what Carter said. Not tell you and bring you to the slaughter house - as you put it. Your grandfather proabaly stayed home because he knew he wouldnt be able to just stand by and watch." Dean rationalised. I had been told this many times, from the twins, from Carter himself and even my friends when ever they would call and leave me a message. I had blocked them out and eventually they all gave up calling me and trying.

"I screamed and begged for help and no one even spared me a look." it hurt to revist the memories. I had spent so long trying to burry them but just as I think I've been successful soemone brings it up again.

"If they did, it would have been seen as a challenge. They'd be dead before they even got their hands on you and it would have only pissed Carter off even more."