7. A Prisoner?


    ~ KATALEYA ~


    I slowly sit up, unable to pretend that it didn’t hurt. His touch lingers, burning my skin where he had


    gripped my face tightly. I slip my hands out of the ropes I have already loosened and touch my


    cheek.


    For a moment I truly felt that he did recognise me… but then it seemed he didn’t… or did he?


    I shake my head, trying to clear my circling thoughts.


    Sighing heavily, I rub my wrists gently, watching the bruises fade slightly. Bending down, I make


    quick work of removing the ropeced with wolfsbane from my ankles.


    ‘Valentina?’ I call.


    ‘Goddess! Kat! I was this close to calling Alpha Leo!’ she growls.


    We had already discussed a n and I’m grateful she didn’t jump in to attack and followed my


    instructions.


    ‘Sorry, but I’m fine, I’m here in his pack house I think…’ I say, looking around.


    ‘Oh? So how did he feel knowing it was you?’ she asks excitedly, all annoyance gone.


    ‘He doesn’t know who I am… yet. I think… But I’m fine. I don’t know where my phone is, or if he has


    it. Could you see if you can get Leo to wipe it clean if possible? I just don’t want anyone to get their


    hands on it.’ I say, because if he doesn’t know who I am, I don’t want him to find out before even


    giving me a chance.


    ‘Oh… A man with the small Roman numeral tattoo on his cheek grabbed your belongings when I


    got there and there were a few guards,’ she says hesitantly.


    ‘It’s alright, then please make haste and let Leo know.’


    ‘And are you sure you will really be ok?’


    ‘Yes, and you know why I’m here. Just remain close and don’t worry about me. I might not always


    be able to talk, but I will check in once a day. Thank you, Valentina.’


    ‘Hey, no problem, just remember, if your dad ever finds out, just don’t let him chew me out.’


    Iugh softly. ‘I promise I will never. We will all protect you from Dad, but you know he will never be


    mad at you…’


    ‘Yeah, maybe,’ she replies, and I can tell she’s smiling.


    Valentina’s father died in a battle long ago, and like the rest that were considered orphans in the


    pack; Dad might not say it, but he had a soft spot for them.


    ‘Well, I’ll contact Alpha Leo’s men… and get that sorted for you.’


    I can’t help but smile at that. Valentina has had a crush on one of Leo’s closest friends, and she’d


    happily use any excuse to contact them, which I won’t tease her about even if I want to.


    I giggle softly to myself before bidding her farewell and end the mind link, quickly slipping back into


    the ropes that were meant to be binding me.


    Looking around the room, I take in the minimal décor, the neutral colours, and the white floors. This


    ce has no life. I can’t evenpare it to a hotel room… My fingers itch, wanting to do something


    to it.


    It just needs a bit of colour, maybe some candles, and of course, a nt. Maybe amp in the


    corner. That chair needs to be positioned at an angle. Oh, a colourful throw and – I have to


    remember, I am a prisoner here.


    Sighing softly, I gaze at the door, wondering when I’ll see him again, and why? Why would he bother


    with me when there is nothing I can offer him in return? Right now, if I presented him the prosthetic


    piece, he will simply reject it.


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    The door suddenly opens, and there are two women standing there. One holds some clothes, and


    the other has a tray of food.


    “Hello…” One of them says, ncing at the other as they look at me, paying attention to my


    bindings that are biting into me a little. I made sure they are secure.


    I smile and they rx, clearly thinking I am not a threat. Of course, I’m not, but if I wanted to,


    escaping would be a piece of cake.


    “We’ve brought food for you. Behave when we untie your hands, or the Alpha won’t be so kind. And


    don’t even think to escape. Alpha is extremely powerful and if you defy him, you will be killed.” The


    second woman adds. “I’m Gabri, and this is Alondra. We will be making sure you’re fed and


    behaving.”


    “And we are trained, so don’t think you can run away,” Alondra remarks, cing the tray down firmly


    on the bed. She nces at my bindings just as arge man appears in the doorway, watching me.


    I let her untie me, and she motions to the food. “Eat, then you can bathe.”


    “Thank you.” My stomach is rumbling and I realise I missed dinnerst night. I gaze at the food and


    hide my smile of approval.


    Oh yummy! Despite being a prisoner, they aren’t stingy with their foods.


    “Thank you,” I murmur again before I begin eating. The delicious tastes explode in my mouth and


    soon I’m far too consumed by my food.


    “Do you think she’s just homeless, and it’s why she’s here? For the food?” Alondra remarks in


    Spanish.


    Clearly, she doesn’t know I can understand.


    Gabri chuckles. “It could be the case, but she doesn’t look homeless.”


    “But she also doesn’t look like a threat.” Alondra continues, “Look at her body, she isn’t a trained


    warrior.


    Oh, how deceiving that is. Although I’m not religious about my fitness regime, I am trained.


    “True, true,” Gabri agrees.


    They clearly don’t know I understand but I’m okay with them continuing to think that. I finish the


    food, finishing off my juice, and pat my mouth.


    “Thank you for the food,” I say to them.


    “Mhmm, do you want to bathe?” Gabri asks, standing there hands on her hips.


    “If possible,” I answer.


    “Fine, but you have ten minutes, and the door stays open.” Alondra says briskly. The women are


    surely no older than thirty, but the way they talk makes me think they’re far older.


    I nod in agreement, and she unties my legs, grabbing my arm and Gabri leads the way to the


    bathroom.


    “I’m not sure on the sizing of these clothes, but… they should do.” She replies, cing the clothes


    down. “Also, the Alpha wants to see you in his office after you’re done.”


    My heart skips a beat, and I nod, blushing lightly. “Ok!”


    Gabri cocks a brow. “I hope you aren’t one of the foolish girls who did something to get close to


    him. You know he has plenty of fangirls and he dislikes them all. Also, you should know that the


    Alpha of thergest pack in the Dominican Republic will being in a few weeks to discuss the


    potential union between Alpha Enrique and his daughter, so don’t do anything rash.” She warns


    briskly.


    My heart thuds at that, union? Not that I wasn’t prepared for something like this, but I knew there


    was a high chance he could even be mated…


    “I understand, and that’s not why I’m here.”


    “Good, good. Now change and get in the shower. We’ll wait outside and remember, don’t try to


    escape.”


    “Better to hold on to the clothes, unless she wants to run out naked,” Alondra says.


    “I trust she won’t,” Gabri replies, giving me a smile as I wait for them to leave.


    Although, as werewolves, we shift often enough, it’s still extremely embarrassing. Goddess, I wish


    we had some sort of cover when we shift, but sadly there isn’t, and instead we bepletely


    and mortifyingly naked.


    I peek through the gap to make sure they can’t see me and quickly undress before stepping into the


    shower. Letting out a yelp at the ice-cold water from the shower, the weather is warm, but I wasn’t


    expecting such cold water!


    Both womenugh. “The Alpha does not believe in having a hot bath. The cold will strengthen you.”


    I shiver as I try to steady my breathing.


    Strengthen me?! He wants to make me into an ice cube! This water isn’t just neutral or cool, it’s


    freezing! I don’t waste time trying to adapt to it, and instead quickly wash my hair with the tiny


    shampoo bottle and use the small soap and wash my body quickly.


    My hair takes a little time as Ither up the shampoo before rinsing it off, watching the soap suds


    slide down my legs and run towards the drain, once again remembering his bitter words.


    He’s hardened… I wonder if his heart is safe or has the poison from his hatred bled into his soul?


    “Hurry up!” Alondra calls.


    “Yes!” I reply, quickly switching the shower off and grabbing the small towel. It’s much too small to


    even dry my hair, but I make do before stepping out and looking at the clothes they have brought for


    me. There’s a pair of brand-new panties and I put them on, relieved that they fit well enough


    although my behind swallows them up.


    No bra…


    I look down at my dress on the floor, which has a built-in bra, and then at the maxi dress that is


    sitting on the side of the counter.


    “Um, excuse me, do you think I could get a bra?” I ask, clutching the dress to my chest.


    “This isn’t the mall, dear. Now make do with what you want or wear your torn clothes.”


    That isn’t an option… after all, with the heat, I’m sure they smell of sweat.


    “Ok,” I respond softly and pull on the maxi dress, very aware of the plunging neckline and tighten


    the string on the side. Stepping out of the bathroom, Alondra ties my wrists with the rope again,


    before tugging me forward.


    “Come on then, the Alpha is waiting.”


    I nod as I follow them out and down the hall.


    “Why did the Alpha want to see me?” I ask quietly.


    “Who knows? It might be regarding the man that you-”


    “Alondra! Enough.” Gabri warns. “We do not know. The Alpha is there. He will tell you himself


    shortly.”


    I nod, wondering what Alondra had been about to say. I remain silent until we reach the office door,


    his scent trickling into my nose, making me want to inhale deeply.


    Gabri knocks but I can feel the change in their auras. They’re nervous and maybe a little afraid…


    “Enter.” Enrique’s cold voicees.


    Gabri opens the door, lowering her head to him.


    “I brought the girl, Alpha,” she says quietly as therge man stops behind us.


    “Send her in and shut the door.” Enrique orders.


    My heart’s pounding. As I slowly step inside, there he sits leaning back in his ck leather seat, his


    right hand under his chin and I wonder beneath that glove what does it look like?


    His eyes are burning into me as the door snaps shut behind me.


    There it is, that blistering hatred that he does not disguise.


    “What is it? You seem a little too intrigued by my hand. No?” His tone is icy cold, his voice biting into


    me, and a shiver runs down my spine.