He begins to stir again. His breathing is heavy at first, and even though he is barely conscious, I realise he is smelling something in the air. He growls ferociously, realising he is chained up and starts pulling on the chains with force and aggression, but he is too weak, swaying around and falling unconscious again.
They must have drugged him. He begins to sniff the air again as soon as he is somewhat conscious again and lets out another loud growl making me flinch back in fright. The Lycan must have seen me jump as he goes to turn his head toward me, but Alpha Tate starts throwing punches into his stomach, making the Lycan face back at Alpha Tate. The Lycan tries to lunge at Alpha Tate but can't move as the chains hold his arms in place.
Slave
Sam hands Alpha Tate a whip. I whimper simultaneously as the Lycan does as Alpha Tate whips the Lycan across the chest. I look away, covering my eyes.
Tears flood my face as the whip cracks against his skin over and over. Finally, I look up to see blood dribbling down his chest.
"Stop! Please stop!" I shout, horrified at the horrendous sight.
Alpha Tate pauses and gives me a deathly glare. "It will be your turn next, Slave!"
The Lycan uses the little strength he has to open his eyes and look toward me.
As soon as our eyes meet, I feel my body wanting to be closer to his as if I were being sucked through a portal. A sudden sense of desire consumes me. I feel incredibly euphoric. Hot sparks flow through my body as my hands glow, my hair rises, flowing around me, and my eyes are a glimmering silver.
Everything disappears around us. All I see is the Lycan and him gazing euphorically back at me. "MATE!" we say together.
As my glow dissipates, the dimness of the cell returns and my eyes are now blue again. I gasp for air, feeling as if I have been held underwater and thrown back into my body with force. Whatever I felt, whatever I just saw, the Lycan did too. He is also struggling to catch his breath.
The Lycan keeps his eyes on me in disbelief at what has just happened. I can see the yearning for me in his eyes.
He reaches his hand toward me, as far as the chain will allow, his fingers stretching out, desperate to touch and hold mine. I crawl closer to the bars between us and stretch my arm through. Our fingers eagerly try to touch and reach for each other.
"This can't be possible?" Alpha Tate shouts angrily. He turns back to face the Lycan. "She is MY mate!" he yells at the Lycan.
The Lycan ferociously roars in Alpha Tate's face. Alpha Tate stumbles back.
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