Her Rogue

56. Hope

"As of today, you are all expected to look for a new pack family, for insurance. We do not know how this attack is going to result and we have yet to get answers from the rest of the world. You are asked to send your requests by the end of the day," I dictate to my grandma, and she linked to the rest of the pack.

I sigh slowly, looking at the large conference room where only a few members of my family. Both Rosy and Diana looked a little battered from the 'confrontation' with the coup but seemed pretty good anyway. You could even see a new fresh mark on Diana's neck, which she was proudly displaying.

My uncle and aunt looked fine, as well as my brother and sister-in-law, who had returned from Lille yesterday.

It was Malcolm and I that looked like complete shit. The pack had had a day with him and was all bruised up. It was me that had to go down to the cellars to retrieve him.

He didn't believe it when they told him that I was awake. He thought it was another trick, like the one they did to put him on the silver chair and shackles. He looked fine though, he hasn't stopped smiling since he saw me.

"You're here... You're really here!" He said while I was talking the shackles out of his wrists. He no longer seemed in pain.

I on the other hand was feeling all kinds of pain, but I was feeling hatred the most, hating where he was and what they have done it to him.

I wanted to kill Marcus over and over again, even though I knew that was not very nice of my part.

"Of course I am here. You thought I was going to let you pass making you make love to me until I no longer wanted anymore?" I say quoting him while trying to open the old silver shackles. These things were in the old cellars and were banished from use.

So when I heard they took them out to just use it to them, I almost had a stroke.

So now this was me trying to open those damn things with a very old rusty key that seemed to get disintegrated just by touch.

He blushes a little, still grinning like a little kid who was just promised candy after dinner. Not a grown-ass man that was getting burned with silver on his wrists.

"You were hearing me," He says dreamily while I was still trying to open the chains. It was so frustrating that I wanted to cry all over again.

"Malcolm, this is really not the time to get all mushy! You are literally chained and this fucking old key isn't working," I say frustration enveloping my body. "Wystan! Go get me another set of keys or a chainsaw!" I command to the soldier that was outside the cellar.

"Which one would you like first, Alpha?" He asks dumbly. I growl at him, making him jump out and run.

"Someone is cranky," Malcolm says giving his dreamy eyes. He was completely out of it. Silver and dehydration will do that to you.

"I am not cranky, it's just the fucking pregnancy hormones!" I started angrily but by the end of that sentence, I was crying mess.

"Hey, don't cry," He says chuckling. "I don't mind it, it is pretty sexy, you getting all very overprotective. I am so lucky on having you as a mate, you are so hot."

I scoff, cleaning my tears, shaking my head to my very high mate. While he just pressed his nose on my cheek and breathed in my scent.

"This is no time to be cute with me, I just need you to be out of these and take you to bed!" I say, before realizing how it sounded.

"Get your head out of the gutter, you need sleep and you NEED A FUCKING CAN OPENER!" I scream at the corridor, hoping that Wystan would come back with something that could help with my situation. Alas, I am never that lucky.