The Alpha Demon's Kidnapped Mate

9. Her cell

She was exhausted, her head ached and she smelt blood...why did she smell blood she thought ..suddenly it all came rushing back to her at once, her dad waking her in the middle of the night, the attack on the pack house, her and her siblings running through the forest seeking safety forced to leave her parents behind, her first kill, her parents' slaughter, her siblings slaughter and a mad wolf telling her he was keeping her as his prize ! she bolted upright and her eyes frantically searched her surroundings praying it was all a nightmare.

The room she was in was dark, cramped and cold. There was nothing in the room but a small bedside table, chest of draws and a bed that she seemed to be sitting on that had a thin mattress and a singular coarse blanket with a small pillow on top. The floor was concrete and the wall opposite her was barred like a prison cell and seemed to be joined onto a corridor, the other three walls oddly were reflective, she reached out to touch one...

Ah it burned the walls were made out of silver, most likely the bars were silver too she was in a prison then she concluded and not just any prison but one that had been designed to cage a werewolf. She searched the rest of the room and saw two blinking red lights at the top corners of the left and right walls,  She was being recorded she noted, she looked again at the wall to her right and noticed there was a door blended into the wall that was left slightly ajar, hoping for a means of escape she got up and walked towards it, she reached out her hand hesitantly over the reflective door before pushing it open, it didn't burn her which meant the door was not made from silver like the walls, praying for an escape she stepped inside.

It was a bathroom, not the escape she hoped for but the second best thing at the minute since her bladder was feeling like it was going to burst, she quickly scanned the bathroom to see if there were any cameras and finding none relieved herself then went to the sink to wash her hands.

Over the sink was a mirror she hesitantly looked into it and what she saw frightened her. Her face was caked in dirt and dried blood, her hair was matted to her head full of blood, mud and leaves, her clothes were bloodied and torn and her eyes looked haunted and tired. 

Gone was the carefree pup she once was and in her place stood a hardened and scarred young wolf whose childhood had completely ended, as hopeless as she felt she vowed she would never let the monster who took her break her and one day she would kill him, knowing today however wasn't going to be that day she did the only thing she could she grabbed a towel from the rack turned on the shower and jumped in scrubbing the blood, mud and scent of death from her skin.

Sometime later she finally exited the bathroom wearing the robe that was left hanging on the back of the door and stepped into her cell, she made her way to the bed and sat down thinking what she was going to do next she was so exhausted she soon drifted off into a restless sleep dreaming of all the ways she was going to kill the Rogue Alpha.

He silently stepped into her cell noticing her sleeping form on the bed he studied her. She had showered he observed, her hair was now clean and it was as breathtaking as her eyes, it flowed down to her waist in shiny waves looking so pale blonde it reminded him of moonlight she was indeed stunning and was counting down the days until she was 18 and he could officially mark her as his. 

She was definitely one of a kind brave, beautiful, bold, deadly and a super strong and skilled warrior already at such a young tender age. On the course of the three-day journey by car it took them to get here ( Isabelle unconscious the whole way due to fatigue, a mild concussion and regular doses of chloroform )  he had thought long and hard about her and he had decided he would train her now as his father trained him to become a deadly werewolf warrior and he would train her too to be loyal to him ( he had his ways and was sure he could tame her ) and when she became 18 he would force her to become his chosen mate, he deserved the best for his mate and he could think of no one better to be by his side than her and together with their combined strength they would be the most powerful couple ever mated and would be unstoppable.

With a quick stroke of her hair (he couldn't resist it looked so smooth ) and kiss on the forehead he turned to leave " Enjoy your rest pet, you will need it for your training starts tomorrow." He was aroused just thinking about the challenge of breaking her and couldn't wait for tomorrow.

He looked over this shoulder one more time at her sleeping form before exiting thinking about the joys tomorrow would bring, Isabelle was so exhausted she didn't even stir once blissfully unaware the monster of her nightmares was so close or what fresh horrors lay ahead of her tomorrow.