Alpha Callen

Chapter 8

Skylar's POV

I was sitting in the woods across the street from the Kingdom. I was enjoying my last few minutes of freedom. I knew once I went in there that it was game over for me. I had little hope that my mate was someone with power, but I ran from them, so who's going to say that they will want me and stand up for me?

"Bri, I'm sorry I did this. I was so focused on finding my father's killer that I was letting other people get hurt or killed. You deserved better for a human counterpart." I linked her.

"We're going to be fine. You know it and I know it."

I just sighed and grabbed my bag with my clothes and made my way across the street. Their gates were huge and had intricate designs on them and at the top there were two wolves, one on each side, and they looked like they were howling. They were beautiful.

"What do you need?" someone said through a speaker, making me jump. I wasn't expecting that.

"I need to speak with the Alpha King," I yelled back. I wasn't sure if there was a microphone or a camera or something, so they could hear me but nothing happened. The gates didn't open and no one came out. I stood there like an i***t, but what was I supposed to do? It's not like I thought I would actually get to see him. It's not like you can just walk up and see the king.

"Calm down, you are going to give yourself a heart attack with how fast your heart rate is going," Bri linked me.

"I'm sorry, a big rush of nerves hit me. I don't know why."

"Could it be that you know your mate is here or because they could easily kill us."

"That would make sense." I linked her and then his scent me. He smelled like a rainstorm in the mountains. That cool crisp pine scent. It was the only way I could explain it. I hadn't seen him just yet, but I knew he was here. Not to mention the fact that Bri was literally losing her ever loving mind, jumping and screaming in my head. It was so loud that I couldn't hear anything around me.

I could see three men walking up the path, headed straight for me. One of them was large, with bulky muscles, with his head shaved and not going to lie, the man scared me, the man on the other side, he looked softer and kinder than the other one, his hair had grown out just a little and I don't know why, but something about him just said that he was funny and kind but looks could be deceiving, but the one in the middle, that man was my mate. I knew exactly who he was, and I was in so much trouble, but goddess looking at him was like a wet dream come true. He was tall and built and looked like the most gorgeous tan hunk of a man I've ever seen, and that jawline was sharp and as he got closer something about him really stuck out. He had two different colored eyes. One blue and one green. I had never seen anything like it before.

I watched as he looked at the gate tower and nodded his head, and then the gate started to open, but I didn't move. I wasn't really sure what to do or even think. If my father knew this was my mate he would be losing his s**t right now. This was like karma kicking me in the ass. The people I have been raised to hate, not that I did, but I was supposed to, I am mated to.

He walked right up to me and now his eyes were both blue. He reached out and ran his knuckles down my face, "why did you run little mate?" he asked softly, but I couldn't answer him. I was so captivated by his eyes, but after a few seconds, his eyes completely switched, and now they were green, and it might have been bright outside from the morning sun, but they still had a glow about them. I took a step back from him, and he followed me, taking a step forward.

"Answer me, mate," he growled this time, and it wasn't pleasant. It wasn't that soft tone that said he cared; this tone screamed danger.

"I'm here to turn myself over and in turn you let my pack go." I answered quickly, and his face turned even harder. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. I could see how his breathing escalated, and I was afraid that he was about to kill me, but he turned to the two guys that walked up with him, "take her to the dungeon," he growled out and before my eyes he shifted and ran off.

They moved towards me faster than I thought they could and the nice one took my bag and the big scary one grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the pack grounds. I didn't fight them. This is what I came for. I easily kept up with him, but his grip was tight enough that I might have a bruise when he was done and there was no need for that.

"I'm not fighting you; you don't have to hold my arm so tightly." I said, trying to get him to loosen his grip, but all it did was make him hold tighter. I tried to jerk my arm away, but that didn't do anything either.

"Seriously, you are hurting me. Is the kingdom about hurting women?"

"Shut up," he growled at me. Well, he is as pleasant as he looks. I stopped trying and just kept pace with him. I took everything in as we walked to the dungeon. The grounds were huge and it was beautiful here. The trees were thick, and they had them cleared out for what I'm assuming is a training field. I could see the academy, and it was filled with people and wolves walking in and out, and it was a new building and then there was their pack house. It looked like a damn resort. Massive and beautiful. The outside was brick and was four stories high with flower gardens all around it. There were flowers in bloom that were bright in color and I could smell them as we walked past them.

They opened the dungeon door and the smell instantly hit you. I had never been in a dungeon. We didn't have one, but we also weren't your normal pack. It was an underground dungeon and cold in there. My body shivered as they led me down the stairs.

"Where are we going to put her? All the cells are full," the nice one said.

"Put her in the torture room." the one holding my arm said, and I knew that I was in for it, but I didn't think they would actually torture me. Kill me, yes, but I thought they would make it quick and painless.

"Bri, I'm sorry." I linked her again but she didn't respond.

"What about all the tools in there?" Nicey asked. That's what I'm going to call them; Nicey and meany. It seemed fitting.

"We'll just strap her down to the chair for now," meany said, and that made another shiver run through my body. This was going worse than I thought, but maybe if I didn't fight and just told them the truth when asked, they would go easy on me.

Once we got down the stairs, they took me into the first room we came to. It wasn't a cell like the others. It was closed off and there was blood on the floor. It was dry and old, and I just prayed that it wasn't from anyone in my pack. Meany was quick to shove me down on the chair and held me in place while Nicey put restraints on me. He didn't do them up tightly, but enough that I couldn't get out of them, but I did have a little bit of movement.

"Enjoy," meany said with a deep chuckle that was a little more sadistic than anything, but when I looked at Nicey, he gave me a look of sympathy. He didn't like this, but I knew something along these lines would happen.

They left the room and the door slammed shut. I looked around the room, and it was pure concrete, the walls, the floor, and possibly the ceiling. I wasn't really sure what it was made of. There was a table at the back of the room and I could see all the instruments on the table. There were many different knives and a few whips and some other s**t that I had no clue what it was.

This room was even colder than when we walked down here. I know that wolves aren't supposed to get cold, but it was different down here. I also wasn't sure why Bri wasn't talking to me, but I could feel her, sort of. I don't know if there was silver in here screwing with her or what. I closed my eyes because there was nothing else, I could do.

I'm not sure how much time passed when the door opened, and I was hopeful that it was my mate, with the blue eyes, because that color seemed softer. He had two sides to him, and I wasn't sure about it, but I had heard stories about how they had two wolves, and so I think that is what it was, but they were polar opposites of each other.

Unfortunately for me, that is not who walked into the cell, but a woman. A very fake looking woman. Large fake t**s, big blonde hair and tight as f**k jeans and a shirt that barely covered her top half. The look on her face also told me she wasn't here for pleasantries.

"So, you're the Alpha's mate," she said, looking disgusted. I leveled her with the same look. She didn't scare me. Only one thing scared me in the world right now, and it was when my mate's eyes turned green. I didn't answer her. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. I knew what she wanted. Him and right now I didn't know if I was going to fight for him or let her have him.

"This is your one warning, f*****g leave, or I will kill you. I have been seeing him for over a year now and the Luna position is mine, and I won't let a disgusting rogue like you come in here and take it from me. So, if you get out of here, f*****g leave and don't look back. Are we f*****g clear?" she seethed and this right here made up my mind. I would fight for him. He was given to me by the moon goddess and I don't know why I even thought for a second that I didn't want him, but he was my mate. Mine, not hers, but sometimes the best thing is silence.

She walked over to the table and ran her hands across a few of the tools and I braced myself for some type of pain. I could handle it. I could do this. I would take whatever she gave me because I would get out of here and I would make sure she never had him again.

I watched as she put on a glove and picked up a knife and came over to me and got right down in my face. She had eaten onions at some point today, I could smell them on her breath. I leaned back and scrunched up my nose, "no wonder he doesn't want you. Brush your teeth, nasty breath. You have the zacklies. Do you know what those are?" I asked, trying not to laugh, but she didn't answer, "let me tell you, it's where your breath smells exactly like your ass." I said and then burst out laughing.

She didn't find it funny as she slammed the knife down into my leg. I wanted to scream, but kept laughing because I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of this hurting.

"Next time it will be in your heart," she said, making sure to breathe right into my face, but I just kept laughing until the door closed, and she was gone. Then I screamed in pain. The knife was f*****g silver.