CHAPTER FIVE - ROSALIE
“You’re sure that’s her?” Someone asks.
I’ve been dragged out of the cell, dragged to a new room, a bigger room. One with lights. And three Wolves are all focused on me as I kneel, staring at the concrete floor. Trying to ignore their gazes, trying not to react.
My wrists are bound but they freed my legs. I guess I should be grateful for small mercies.
A Wolf looks at me, then down at the photo in his hand. “How can this be the same person?” He snaps.
“Look at her eyes. It’s the same eyes.” One of the others states.
“Well, I would if the damn bitch would look up.” Photo Guy snaps.
The other man sighs, walking over to me and grasps my face to force me to look up. I grit my teeth, snapping my eyes shut, refusing to cooperate.
“Open your eyes, bitch.” He growls, pinching my skin so tightly it hurts.
“It’s the same scent too.” The third Wolf states. “I’d know her scent anywhere.”
“You’re sure?” Photo Guy asks.
“Yeah. I worked with them, remember. I was part of their pack for long enough.” He spits as if he had to endure something awful, but his words make no sense to me.
“How come she’s changed so much?” Photo Guy replies.
Scent man shrugs, kneeling down, as if he’s appraising me. “Maybe Silas liked her like that, all fake and plastic.” He lifts a strand of my hair up then drops it as if it’s diseased.
The other snorts.
“She’s better looking now.” Photo Guy states.
“Even I’d be tempted to fuck her now.” The other says as I grimace.
“She’s younger than I expected.” Cowboy Boots says. “Silas is what, in his forties?”
“Think fifties.” Someone says.
“Guess he likes them young.” Cowboy Boots says, nudging me with his boot as I scowl.
“Get the Alphas.” Photo Guy says and I feel my gut wrench.
I shrink back, huddling into myself, letting my hair fall down over my face to conceal me further. I don’t understand why they haven’t just handed me over to Silas already, why he’s dragging this all out. Sure, he was a sadistic fuck, but he got off on physical pain more than psychological.
We all hear the footsteps of their approach.
The door opens and I’m breathing so quickly, I can’t even take air in.
“You’re certain?” A new voice asks as the room visibly tenses.
“Yes, Alpha Aeron.” One of the Wolves replies.
The Alpha steps into the room. I can’t look up. I don’t dare. I know enough about Werewolves to know this man, this Wolf is so much worse, so much more powerful than all of the others combined. I’m shaking. I’m so close to tears, though I know they will do me no good.
Wolves don’t give a shit about tears, and they especially don’t give a shit about humans like me.
The Alpha moves nearer. The other Wolves move back, bowing their heads with respect, and I cower even further. I’m almost doubled over now, my body right over my knees. I don’t dare look up. I don’t move.
“Show me her face.” The Alpha barks. His voice is harsh, deep, and it makes my skin erupt in goosebumps.
One of the wolves moves quickly, grabbing my hair and wrenching my head back as I whimper.
“Look at me.” The Alpha orders.
Against my will, against all sense, I open my eyes and meet his.
It feels like the world stops. Like everything freezes.
He’s so big, so powerful. His blue eyes glare into me as if he’s staring into my very soul. He’s terrifying. Beautiful. Terrifyingly beautiful.
My blood pounds in my ears. My breath hitches and I can’t even think. My body rushes from blazing hot to freezing cold and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was almost aroused, as if that were possible.
His eyes widen for a moment as if he’s in shock and then another person bursts into the room, breaking whatever the hell is going on.
“Alpha Cain.” Someone says respectfully and my eyes switch to him. To this new person.
He looks almost identical to Aeron. Same build, same face, same everything except his eyes. His are brown. A rich, swirling brown that almost bewitches me.
I feel the same reaction. The intense heat and chill. The same godawful tingling. The same strange lust and then my fear takes over as my mind registers who they are.
These aren’t just Alphas. They’re the Alpha Twins. I’m in so much more trouble than before I realise, as my panic consumes me, and I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My fear engulfs everything and as the concrete comes rushing towards me, I pass out.
I blink as I come around. I’m lying on the concrete. I’m in the same room as before. I can sense there’s someone else here. That I’m not alone. I don’t move. I don’t give any indication that I’m awake.
“…well this complicates things.” Someone says.
“Nothing changes.” Another man growls. I recognise his voice as the Alpha’s, as Aeron’s. “For the moment we stick to the plan.”
Someone sighs, walking up to me and I shut my eyes quickly. I want them to think I’m unconscious.
“I can’t quite believe it.” The man mutters.
“Cain…” Aeron growls in warning.
The other man is right here now, kneeling over me. I can feel the heat of him. He brushes my hair from my face and as he does, his fingertips brush against my skin.
A shockwave runs through me. A jolt of something indescribable. A soft moan escapes my lips before I even realise and my eyes snap open in horror. He stares back at me. Dark chocolate brown eyes meeting my hazel ones and he has the smallest discernible smirk.
“Hello, Little Dove.” He murmurs so seductively I feel my body flush and it feels like I’ve climaxed I feel so damp down there.
“Eustace.” Aeron bellows behind him. I flinch, throwing my arms over my head.
The door opens and Photo Guy appears. “Yes, Alpha Aeron.”
“Take her back to her cell.”
Photo Guy nods, crossing the room in quick strides and yanks me up by arm. I’m still too dazed, too weak to do anything, even if I wanted to, and I hang limply as if I’m little more than a doll.
“Aeron.” Cain growls.
Aeron narrows his eyes. “No one is to touch her. Understood?” He says and Eustace nods.
“Yes, Alpha Aeron.”
“And give her a decent meal. She looks half starved.” Cain says.
“Yes, Alpha Cain.” Eustace replies.
