A/N: My favorite song and inspiration for this chapter is above. I love Banks. Listen to it with headphones though! 

I have read this chapter so many times that I need a break before the final edit. If you find mistakes, do point them out. It would be really helpful. Again, English is my second language, so there are some things that I just do not know how to say naturally. 

A couple of hours had passed since the last torture session. The video was still on repeat on the TV and I was sure he had already sent it to whoever he wanted to so. 

I was lying on my side, my back turned to him, gripping the silver knife through a cloth I had ripped from the sheets. I had gotten it from under the mattress the one time he stood up to go to the bathroom and left me alone. For a renowned warrior, he sure is too cocky. 

I had made myself relax so my heartbeat didn't betray me. I ruled out attacking him from the front as he could easily catch my hand. I was waiting for him turn his back to me.

He stood up and commanded me to go with him to have dinner. I graciously complied, taking the knife with me. I walked until I was exactly behind him. As soon as he put his hand on the doorknob I prepared to attack. I was going to slit his throat.

I did not expect him to talk to me at that precise moment. "Love, I am sor--." He had slightly turned his head to look at me while I was in the middle of the motion. Shit.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, making me open my hand and twisted it as he turned around. He kicked the knife away. I did not care; I punched him in the groin and he loosened his grip. I yanked my arm away from him and punched him in the throat. He put a hand on his neck and coughed. I put some distance between. I did it. I attacked him. Now, I need to win this fight.

He took a step forward and cracked his neck. "Anna, stop," he said in a low threatening tone. As if he did not look like a cliche villain enough.

I shut him up with a hook kick to the right side of his face followed by a side kick. Without my wolf, it hurt as if I had kicked a wall and he barely reacted to the blow. He spat to his side and got into fighting stance. 

Things are getting serious now. I need to be smart about this. I caught his attention by lifting my left leg slightly but instead, I lunged forward landing a fast punch in his stomach. He gasped but returned the punch; I had already moved to his right though. 

He threw vicious quick punches; Each time I blocked, I threw a counterpunch or a kick that landed in his gut, or his face, until he caught my hand. I kicked him in the shin, but he just winced. His grip on my wrist tightened. 

His powerful blows to my stomach, made me hiss and groan in pain. Most of them had landed in the general abdominal area but I could tell that my solar plexus had been struck as I could barely breathe. One perfect blow in there and my breathing would completely stop. I blocked his punches to the high central area of my stomach. 

The bastard threw me on the bed and pinned me down. 

"Maybe if I mark you, you will learn your place and start behaving," he said, a hint of lust in his tone. Does this turn him on?

His wounds were already healing while mine just got worst. He leaned down; his breath fanned my neck and his body was pressed against mine. Yep, he is turned on.

His canines elongated and almost grasped my skin. No way! I kneed his groin. He rolled on his back holding the family cheap rocks, and finally getting off me. I stood up and ran to grab the knife, diving on the floor as I was only a few centimeters away. I need to end this, once and for all. My body ached and I was getting tired.

He stomped on my hand before I could reach the weapon. I heard my bones crack but I refused to scream. I just suck a deep breath and punched his ankle putting all my strength in my good hand; I heard a comforting crack coming from him this time. I grabbed his other foot and pulled it up making him stagger back.

I picked up the knife and stabbed him in the stomach, twisting the knife and pushing it into him using my whole body. He fell on his back and I fell on top him. I sat up and pulled the knife out to stab him in the eye. But, he blocked the attack making the knife flight across the room.

I punched him in the nose. He returned the punch and I leaned back to dodge it. He took the opportunity and shoved me away. His white shirt was turning redder at the second. 

I smiled at the sight. "Red suits you," I said mockingly.

He gave me a front kick in my stomach. I stumbled back until the back of my legs touched the furniture. I supported part of my weight on the nightstand and got rid of the blood that was flooding my mouth.

"Anna, stop. I do not want to hurt you," said Alexander. His eyes were almost golden. His body was trembling as his wolf tried to force him to shift. 

I straightened up. There is no way I am going back to being his bitch. I lunged at him again. I kicked his already healing ankle. He tried to punch me but instead met a roundhouse kick aimed at his face. He was fast, though, as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me closer. The anger on his face at being thwarted before was evident. His hand when to my neck and he shoved me against the wall lifting me of the floor. 

"You are just like a human right now. If you keep fighting me, you will die. Stop!"

I spat on his face and he tightened his grip. "You fucking bitch," his wolf said, but Alexander took control back. I extended my arms to him but I could not reach him. Just a few more inches. Dark spots began clouding my vision and my body was feeling heavier and lighter at the same time.

He wrapped his other hand around my neck as well and pressed himself against me. "Do I need to break each of your bones to make you understand?"

A small smile of relieve tugged at my lips. Finally. I poked his eyes with my thumbs and he let go of me. I fell on the floor gasping for air. His eyes were completely golden now. Oh. fuc--

"I." He kicked me in the stomach. "Told." He stomped on my ankle. "You." He kicked me in the face. "To." He grabbed my hair and lifted my face. "Stop!" He pulled me up by my hair.

"Look at you. So, pathetic. And I am even more stupid because I still want you to be my Luna. I will break you, even if I need to start by breaking your body."

I tried to talk but my throat was full of blood. I spat it on the floor. "Go ahead! Break me! Shift and kill me right now. I don't care." My voice sounded hoarse and strained. The dark spots were now covering more of my vision. Everything hurt so much that I could not even feel were it hurt anymore.

"You want to die so much?" he yelled.

"I'd rather die than be with you." I spat on his face and dug my nails into his arm. 

He growled and threw me across the room like a rag doll. "Well, sucks to be you! I am not letting you go that easy."

I tried to move but as he said, it felt like every single bone of my body was broken. At this moment, I was grateful the wolfsbane blocked the mate bond. I would never want to have Caleb feeling this much pain and desperation.

Alexander came back with a man pushing a car with things that seemed like potions and medical supplies. Abigail walked into the room behind them. Alexander lifted me up and cradled me against his chest. I squirmed and tried to free myself from him, but honestly, I could barely move any part of my body.

"You will kill yourself if I force you to stay, won't you?" he asked.

"Of course..." My throat burned as if I had drunk small bits of glass.   

"You may not believe me, but I do love you. I will consider giving you more freedom, my beautiful." 

The doctor began to rub some stinky ointment on my wounds. It made everything hurt even more, and I did not think that was possible. 

"This is our last batch of this medicine. It will help you get better in a couple of days. You will not be injected wolfsbane today to allow your wolf aid in the healing process."

He cupped my cheek with one hand and tried to look into my eyes. I closed my eyes to not look at him. 

"I know this is not enough, but I hope you consider that this ointment is extinct today. I love you, Anna." He kissed my forehead.

"Not... Enough," I said.

"Abigail. I need to treat the Alpha's wounds. Finish administering with the healing serum, wrap her wounds and inject her the sedatives," said the doctor.

"Rest well, princess. We will talk about your punishment once you wake up," said Alexander.

Alexander and the doctor left the room.

Abigail pulled out a pen from her pocket and began writing on her palm while she talked. "I am sorry for the sedatives. I hate to have to knock you out again, but the pain would be unbearable otherwise."

She showed me her hand and I managed to read what she wrote. My eyes filled with tears again. Only that this time, they were tears of happiness.

Your Brother called Adam. Hang in there!

A/N: Have you heard this song?? Cardi B and Ozuna. I love it!