Chapter 110

Olivera

At least my barracks were clean. These are filthy, under the palace floors where I can hear every royal heel walk across the tiles above. It's consistently aggravating and undeniably infuriating. I'll have them all killed when I get out of here, mostly just to appease my wolf. He is frustrated beyond measure, pacing in my mind and giving me a headache.

They didn't give me wolfsbane or anything, and I hadn't even saw a single silencer stone since my arrival here, so I may actually be able to shift and make my way out of this petulant cell. It will be my first job to get out, then I'll find my little blood pet and get back to the business I had at hand.

I was just starting to crave her scent, too.

I knew I shouldn't have left her alone in the bedroom for lunch. I should have told her to come with me, or I could have stuck behind so she could go through her moping phase, but instead I left and allowed her to be victim to my own beta. Thankfully I killed him with one bite and got her back alive, but she is not without her damages.

She hates me now, I am sure of it, and that may play into the attraction I feel so deeply for her. She fights me every step of the way and normally I would pull away and find something else to pursue, but this particular she-wolf drives me crazy.

I see her now as I lay in my cot, in my cold cell with nothing but a sink for water, and I yearn to have her cower at the sight of me again. It almost made me feel like a real Alpha. Almost. But to the point of having her as my Luna, I knew that was never an option. She is a toy, if anything, and I am the kid with nothing better to do than play.

"Filthy rogue," one of the guards spit, watching from across the barracks.

I've noticed his scowl for a while now but I hadn't cared enough to say anything about it. Apparently he is looking for a fight and luckily enough, I feel like having some fun while I'm down here killing time.

"Excuse me," I say, lifting my hand up with a wave. The guard notices and rolls his eyes, uninterested in my games. "I'd like to order a steak, medium-well, with a side of potatoes and maybe some sweet corn, fresh from the palace garden, of course."

"I'm not your damn waiter, rogue," he snarls.

I sit up fast, eyeing his pitiful clean attire and boyish face. I doubt he has seen much, if any, battle in his life that didn't involve his mother and a curfew to keep. I give him an exasperated look of apology, practically just mocking him now.

"My bad, kid, I just thought because of the clean uniform and all, you weren't in charge of anything more pressing than the food orders," I howl.

My deep voice penetrates him and he flinches. It's amusing to watch. "I am a guard of the Alpha and Luna of this kingdom," he says, very matter-of-factly. "You wouldn't know anything about that, though, obviously. You're nothing but a filthy rogue with no pack, and no guards, that just wants to run his mouth."

"And you're a worthless solider sent here to watch a filthy rogue do nothing," I say, shrugging. "I don't know which is more pathetic."

I can see I've gotten under his skin, which was my plan, but when he charges the cell, as though to size me up through the bars, I can't help but notice his jingling his keys attached to his belt. He snarls from the other side of the bars, as if to intimidate me. I only laugh in his face.

"You are a waste of resources," he snaps in his harsh, brash tone. "I will be doing the Alpha a favor by killing you."

I wave my hands, as though inviting him into my home. "You are welcomed to try."

When he reaches for the cell door, unlocking the knob easily with his keys, I stand abruptly and ready myself for the attack. My wolf is pouncing in my system, ready for the fight, and it doesn't take long before my wolf takes full control.

The warrior seems stunned at first, but I knock him backwards a few paces, watching him get sent into the cell where I was confined to for what felt like forever. I kick the door shut with my hind leg, hearing the lock click shut, and I snicker a noise as my wolf prances up the stairs of the barracks with such ease.

I poke my head around the corner, initially to see if I could avoid other brazen guards on my way out, but instead I catch a scent of something more enticing. I turn toward the interior of the palace, eyeing the stairwell unmanned at the moment. It's far too tempting to resist much longer. I bolt toward the stairs, my wolf following the scent completely until I find the source.

Behind the double doors, with white frames and gold accents, I can hear the pulse of my blood pet sleeping. I've come to know the sound well, missing it almost in my stent downstairs, but hearing it now has me interested. I take a short step forward, hearing another pulse rack into my mind.

She isn't alone, of course. She never is. But this pulse I quick, furious in pace almost, and I find myself cringing to know why her mate is so worked up; other than having the pleasure of laying eyes on her. She get's my pulse to a constant thump, too, and I crave to have her back in my bed, in my possession, never to leave again.

I could leave now and make it out of here unscathed, or I could stay and fight for my blood pet back and then torment both her and me with the constant aggravation of wanting to have her as my consort. All I can picture is the fear and pain that Maddox caused her, though.

I will never allow pain like that to reach her precious features again. I may like to have fun with her vulnerability, sure, but I would have never anticipated something like this to happen. Seeing Maddox pin her down made me furious for a lot of reasons, but I was also pissed because if anyone was going to get to pleasure her body, it should have been me.

Never again will a wolf come that close to hurting her.

Or having her the ways I want her.

Including that lover boy mate of hers.