“We were attacked in the fall, it was my parents’ anniversary and we would celebrate every year as a pack. It was a whole week of parties and games and dances. On Saturday, the final day of the celebration, my parents would reseal their blood bond in front of the whole pack.
It was beautiful and special. On the night of the attack though, someone must have been very familiar with our rituals, because during the speech dn toast that my father made we all had glasses of mead and the kids all had juice, no one was without a drink. He finished his speech we all toasted and drank, then both my parents performed the blood ritual slicing their palms and clasping them together thetting a few drops of combined blood hit the earth as they said some incantation.
We could feel the pack bond ripple the minute it his the ground and as soon as the ripple started rogue wolves started running at us from every direction. Something was wrong, there’s no way that all of those wolves would have gone unnoticed, but we couldn’t smell them. We all went into attack formations, my parents, myself, all of our warriors.
Our Omegas did their best to shield the children, but we couldn’t fight. Everything was fuzzy for me and I had a hard time focusing, it was the most horrific chaos. My arms didn’t work and I couldn’t make my legs move fast enough when five wolves attacked my mom first. I felt it the minute her neck was broken and our link was severed. My dad was screaming in pain at the loss of his mate.
A warrior tried to get me to safety, but I fought him, I didn’t want to leave my parents to this fate. If I had listened to the warrior, I don’t even know who it was, I would never have been captured and maybe more people would have been spared.” She wipes the tears from her eyes, takes a shuddering breath, and looks at each of us in turn.
“The last thing I remember clearly is a gray-brown wolf barrelling at us and knocking the warrior and I over. I hit my head on something, making my head throb even more. I don’t remember being taken or how long I was out for and I was always kept in a dark cell with one light and now windows. I do know we moved locations twice based on the smell of my cell and the temperature changes. Michael made it very clear why he wanted me and what my ‘role’ in his plans were.” She rolled her eyes at the thought. “I was an Alpha female and he was an Alpha male so I would produce an heir for him that was strong and able to be trained to rule the right way, as he put it.
What he didn’t know was that I had an IUD put in when I was 18. I hadn’t found my mate right away and I didn’t want any issues, but I also wasn’t going to wait around for Mr. Right either.” She shrugged her shoulders. “When I didn’t get pregnant right away, that was when the beatings started, in his head sex was going to be a punishment if I was going to be too stubborn to give him the heir he wanted. I did learn that he liked the more aggressive side of BDSM, which sucked, but made him finish more quickly and I could play off being exhausted for longer.
Until Sky, he had never brought another female in my cell. I knew there were others, I could hear them screaming, so I’m not actually sure why he changed up the way he did things.” She looked at me confused, like I might know the answer. “Other than the guards that fed you and this Micheal, did you have contact with anyone else?” Alpha Reggie asked.
“Not that I know of, but there were a few times that I refused to eat when I figured out they were poisoning my food with belladonna and wolfsbane, and someone put me on an IV that was really strong. I remember voices and the outlines of people, but nothing concrete or specific enough to use to track anyone.”
“Speaking of your IUD. I know that Doc Sylvia removed it, she said something about damage, but didn’t get specific since it wouldn’t make sense to me anyway.” Alpha Reggie shrugged. I loved his honest modesty. “But I think that may have saved your life.
If you would have produced a child, you might have been kept around to make a spare, but from the sounds of it this Micheal kid doesn’t sound like the smartest, most thought out person, and he probably would have killed you when he was done with you. My next thought is, I don’t think he is working alone or the top guy anyway, not the way you both described him. He sounds more like the spoiled son who is along for the ride.”
