The Nerdy Prince and His Nemesis.

Chapter Ten. A Small Voice.

Chapter Ten. A Small Voice.

“You have f****d up. But it is up to the boss as to what is going to happen to you. He will arrive here later today,” Romano Capa-Rossi, the human leader sighed at Jorge and Boris.

A shiver of fear washed over Ronnie’s Spanish guard. He did not expect Sergie to come out to the middle of nowhere, living in a tent. Although the Russian leader was not as psychotic as his predecessor, he was still a ruthless wolf, who ruled with an iron fist. Jorge also knew that under questioning, he would fail the loyalty test. Not because he was disloyal, but because he questioned some of Sergie’s choices. Especially around the b***h. He could not fathom how this liability was worth all the effort. He knew that Sergie’s gift of discernment would sharp uncover his private thoughts, and that would not bode well for him.

Jorge also believed Boris would not fair any better. It was as clear as day that the Russian guard was filled with lust for their prisoner. That would be a liability, as if she used her womanly whiles, he could easily be manipulated in helping her escape. If he had worked out Boris’s lust-filled thoughts for the b***h, Jorge had little doubt that Sergie would instantly pick up on them.

The Spaniard knew that today they could be sent off to Siberia, the coldest and most deserted area of Russia. It was a harrowing thought, for someone who hated the cold. However, being sent there would be the best-case scenario for them. The reality was, he would be lucky if he saw another sun rise.

Maybe he should just run. Take his chances and disappear. But the reality was, there was no place on earth that Sergie would not find him. He could go to the royals, but the thought of doing that stuck in his throat. He would rather die than live under a crown’s rule again. Plus, his own pack had ousted him, years before, declaring him rogue. That was before the royal b***h, the omega princess herself, Phoenix was mated with the upstart Teo, who became alpha of the pack. Now, even the council looked to the UK Royal family for guidance. Sergie may be looking for world domination, however, in Jorge’s opinion it was a counterbalance for the UK royals ruling the planet. Granted, they did not openly seek out to infiltrate other countries, but it did not stop it happening. Through their family mate bonds, they now had their grubby fingers in Spain, Scandinavia, and even America. Jorge shuddered at the thought of living in a world where everyone was treated as equals, it was against the whole ranking system of werewolves. Omegas were the runts and should be treated as such. That was just the way it was.

“Where is the asset now?” Romano spat at Jorge; he hated werewolves with a passion. He came from a more refined society. The Mafia. Granted, his family were ousted by Don Dovizioso, for their preferred business dealings. The head of the mafia declaring that child trafficking was beneath him. He was a joke, and the great organisation that once filled hearts with fear was increasingly becoming legalised. However, his boss, Tomassini had joined forces with the Costa Lobo many years ago, before his demise, and so they worked alongside the shifting bastards, which he could not trust. But, they had sworn a blood oath, and so he was left to do the bidding of a Russian werewolf, and deal with idiots like Jorge and Boris on a daily basis. He was now going to have to personally guard the asset. All because he knew a couple of things about computers. Roman would never admit it, but he had somewhat exaggerated his talents in that area. He had built a couple of programs, and had hacked into rival mafia families accounts a couple of times, but he was no match for the asset, or that damned Nerdy Prince. He knew this, but had not informed Sergie that he would be completely out of his depth with what that b***h could achieve. In a strange way, Roman was a little in awe of her. Again, something else he would keep close to his chest.

“With the healer,” Jorge sighed, hating having to answer to a human. He understood that their alliance with them was only until Sergie had full control, then they would send them to hell, after ridding the werewolves of the stupid law that stops them from killing humans. He was working toward a world that was human free. They just had to work with the bastards in order to achieve that. However, he new doubted he would live to see the brave new world that he believed Sergie would create, thanks to that b***h attempting to escape.

“With the f*****g what now?” Roman growled in annoyance. How stupid was the Spaniard. He may not be werewolf, but he knew enough to understand that sending the asset to a healer would repair more than her wounds. There was a risk, a very real risk, that it would counteract the wolfsbane in her system.

“Healer,” Jorge spat at him, curling his top lip in disgust.

“You are a f*****g fool!” Roman shouted, then stormed off towards the healer tent.

Ronnie winced in pain as she was thrown down onto a mat on the ground, in a large bell tent.

“f*****g hell, they did a job on her,” a male Irish voice sighed. The sound of home sending a wave of emotion through Ronnie.

“She attempted to escape,” another voice Ronnie did not recognise shouted.

“Just do your job, you Irish bastard,” someone else hissed at the healer wolf.

“You do not really want me to heal her,” the wolf said.

“Yes, we do, just get on with it,” one of the men shouted.

“Okay. On your own head be it,” the healer said, then knelt beside Ronnie, taking her hand in his.

Moments before the healer sent her power through the battered and broken girl, Roman stormed into the tent.

“Stop. Do not heal her!” he shouted.

“Why not. She cannot see Sergie like that!” one of the new guards declared in dismay at the human’s order.

“You bunch of idiots. You are supposed to be werewolves and should know this s**t! If she is healed, then there is a chance that it will counteract the wolfsbane, and give her access to her wolf again,” Ronan sighed, in despair of their stupidity.

“I can control the power, so that it only heals her broken bones,” the Irishman said, his face a stoic mask.

“See, he can control it,” another voice shouted, pointing his finger at the Irishman.

Roman let out a sigh, not sure what to do. After all, the Irish bastard was as much a prisoner as the asset was.

“Do it,” someone shouted, as Ronnie looked through the slits in her eyes at the dark-haired man holding her hand.

Suddenly she felt a surge of healing power rush through her, when the healer began to chant something in… Gaelic. She understood Gaelic, perfectly well, and realised he was giving her a message.

“I am Cillian Carroll, I was taken from my mate and pups. They are holding them captive. We were a lone wolf family. Not part of any pack. I have no choice but to do as they say, else my family will be murdered. I am going to give you enough healing to awaken your wolf but stop before she is fully healed, so that these bastards do not know you have her back. You will not be able to shift. But you will be stronger than before. I know you have friends in high places, Ronnie Callaghan, if you do get out of here, please have the royals find my family. Or maybe take me with you.” Cillian chanted.

Ronnie gave his hand a small squeeze in response, the only indication she had understood his message. With one last surge of power, she felt the pain of her injuries disappear, and her senses heighten, nearly to what they once were, but not quite.

“She needs to sleep. Once she wakes up, the last traces of her injuries will heal,” Cillian announced, before one of the guards, roughly shoved him away from the beautiful redhead.

“Put her over there,” someone shouted, as Ronnie felt her eyes growing heavy, exhaustion taking over, as she felt herself being carried, before being placed on a cot bed. It was the most comfortable she had felt in what seemed like forever, and soon she drifted off to sleep.

“Sergio, Comrade, we have a problem,” Zinovy one of the Russian leaders trusted men said, as the convoy they were travelling in ground to a halt.

“Do not come to me with problems. Only solutions,” Sergio growled. Things had not gone his way of late. He had made a deal with the old guard of the now disbanded KGB, to take out the Colton’s human representative. Only what he had wanted to achieve had spectacularly failed. He had not wanted the equality act for werewolves in the UK to go through parliament. Knowing that the world would follow. That would affect his argument that humans needed to be destroyed, because they were in danger from them. Now, that opportunity had disappeared, and so he had to go back to plan B, the one thought up by his predecessor, Vald, before the Colton Clan killed him on the battlefields of Scandinavia.

To take the world over by controlling the big names in industry. Pharmaceutical companies, which controlled the human drugs of the world. Have them develop a mind-altering drug that would make their enemies, both human and werewolf alike, turn into naught but slaves. Making them weak, and bow to his authority, by virtue of mind control. Take over large Laboratories, which would work on nuclear science. To still work on developing the new weapon of mass destruction that would kill not only humans, but also werewolves with a silver-infused explosion. That idea had been shelved, nowhere near the breakthrough they needed, despite having the asset leave a trail that would indicate it was imminent. However, work needed to begin again in earnest, so that they could develop that weapon, sooner rather than later. Rule the financial industries of the world, taking over the large banking corporations. Last, but by no means least, take over Silicone Valley. Have the major technology companies of the world under his control. This was why the Asset was so important to him. To leave a trail that would keep the Nerdy Prince Hamish running in circles, and away from what they were actually going to do. She had all but completed a program that would shut down the energy supplies of every single country, before they found her trail of breadcrumbs, leading the Colton bastards directly to her. Now, he needed her to finish that work, and more besides, in his bid for world domination. Also, he needed a hacker into Nato’s military software, with an emphasis on the UK and USA. Once he had that, then he would have the power over the already extensive nuclear arsenal, and the ability to press the red button himself and cause World War three.

“The girl attempted to escape. She also knows where we are. She was beaten badly, but a healer has helped her, not enough to rid her of the wolfsbane though, so she will still be controllable and without her wolf,” Zinovy informed him.

Sergie sighed, wondering why he was working with a group of idiots. He would decide what to do with the Asset’s guards later, but for now, he knew they would not be safe here. As soon as that feisty redhead got back to work, she would leave messages to the Nerdy Prince on her location. There would be no way to stop her, her skills far outstripped anybody he had on his payroll.

“Get a plane ready. We are moving out by midnight,” Sergio sighed.

“All they had to do was feed her and give her wolfsbane. They couldn’t even do that properly,” the C.U.N.T.s leader growled in frustration.

“Ronnie, wake up, but do not open your eyes,” A soft small voice echoed in Ronnie’s mind.

“Ronnie, I am back, but will need to remain hidden. I cannot shift, but I am strong enough to communicate with you. Please wake up!” The small voice pleaded.

Ronnie stirred, but kept her eyes firmly shut.

“Orla. Oh, Jesus Mary and Joseph,!I have missed you so much,” Ronnie silently cried to her wolf.

“We will get out of here, Ronnie. But they moved us. We are on a flight somewhere, I do not know where,” Orla said to her human counterpart.

“I don’t care. I have you back. They can take me to hell, and I will rejoice because my wolf is with me again!”