3.5 - Prison Escape

Sativa
"Leader or not, you're all little pieces of shit," I growl, annoyed at the fact the held me a prisoner in a room, and deliberately injected me with a poisonous substance.

"If you ever dare to insult my Pack again, I would not hesitate to kill you," he snarled, his eyes flashing.

I roll my eyes and lean my head on the wall as he exits the room. The loud door bangs shut as I hear the lock click heavily into place. No point of trying to escape. I sit there, alternating between staring at the CCTV camera and narrowing my eyes at it. The room was white, and square. Nothing to adorn it except for the plain silver chair that I sat on and the chains that bound my arms.

There were exactly seven cameras tuned only on me.

"I didn't know I was that special," I sing in my mind.

"Don't. You are very irresponsible," she snaps back. "I can't talk to you."

"You're my Wolf, you're supposed to listen to me."

"Technically, it's the other way around," she sighs, sounding tired.

"What's your name?" I ask, I was sure that she knew mine. So, I didn't bother trying to ask her.

My Wolf hadn't always been a part of my life. Every Lycanthrope, at the age of sixteen, is graciously deemed with a mental Wolf. I have really never cared for mine, I prefer demarcating our lives - except when I need to shift. But, keeping her away takes energy, energy that I don't have at this moment, so I play along.

"Vienna," she replies.

"My name's Vienna," I raise a mental brow at her words - sighing wistfully.

"No, it's Sativa."

"No, my middle name's Vienna," I tell her, blocking her out as the sound of the lock resonates once more.

I don't raise my head as the man's footsteps sound in the room again. This time, I could hear another pair of boots. Quietly, ever so quietly, the man questioning me for my bag kneels to my level, grabs my chin, and gently lifts it up to meet his eyes. I obligingly obey, but I keep my pupils down south.

"Look at me," he orders. His voice laced with power, not enough to be the Alpha's, but sufficient enough to pass as a Beta. "I will not ask of that of you again, my Leader despises disrespect, and he would not be as lenient as I am, so behave."

"And if I don't?" I bite out snakily, snapping my teeth towards the man's hand. Making him retract them away from my chin in pure instinct. "What will you do?"

"Kill you."

This time, the voice came from the Leader.

And, involuntarily, I look up. First, from the boots. The scruffy, black boots that was so familiar. The legs, strong and thick. I let my eyes travel past his muscular chest and finally to his face. I don't make an indication that I know this man. Even if, at the very bottom of my heart, and at the farthest spot in my head, I knew that the man standing in front of me was my mate - the man from the diner last week.

"I am not going to bother with the formalities," he snarled, kneeling down till he was eye-level with me. "I am fucking sure that you know exactly who I am, and what I want from you."

"Fuck off," I spit, narrowing my eyes at his cocky expression. I hated this man, I could tell myself that I hated him. But I knew, that I truly didn't hate him. I only hated him for what he had done to me, his choice.

"I am sure you want to." He smirked. "Anyway, all honesty aside, I will fuck off in just a minute, trust me. I want nothing more that get the hell away from you," I flinch at his harsh words. But, I don't show it. "I just need to know two things. One, why you trespassed my land. Two, what is inside in your bag."

"I have already told you the reason I bothered to step on your land," I sighed harshly, "I was drunk, unaware of my surroundings. I must've slipped a little too far - you can't penalize me for that."

"But I can," he answered, the familiar accent in his voice slipping back in. "I can do whatever the hell I want to do with you, little Sativa."

I groan and close my eyes. I hadn't braced myself for the effect my body and my Wolf would have at the mention of my name from his lips. I opened my eyes to see him smirking, he knew what he was doing. And, he was a heartless bastard. But, I wanted him. God, I wanted this man so taxingly much.

"Alright," he said, rising up to his towering height once more. "I will take your story about the trespassing for now. But, it is not forgotten, so do not relax just yet."

"This," he cracked his knuckles with a smile, "Is for invading my land," he landed a punch in my stomach, making me double over in pain. Yet, something told me he was holding back. "And this," he repeated, aiming his fist at my face, "Is for being my mate," he snarled, the last one being so low, that I barely heard it - knocking me out as his powerful fist connected with my already broken, slowly healing nose.

The truly scary thing is that, I think it hurt a lot less more than being his mate.

-

Loupe Fiasco, California
USA - North America
The Zurich Pack Cells

Sativa
Zurich Aldag Ivanovich.

I had learnt his name, after a day and a half being locked in a small room, I had learned the man had an English name, Ian. And that, he preferred to be called. I hadn't heard much people call him by his other name - the name that I particularly had a veer for.

It was Romanov. I heard it when they called him Alpha. But, some called him Alpha Ivanovich. And, you didn't need to be a genius to recognize his name. It was the Alpha of the only pack to still run a Fascist power.

I should have known. A man that wicked must have something else charging his daily dose of heartlessness.

He was an Alpha King. Not that you get many of those these days. That meant, he controlled everything and everyone - no authority could surpass his. Which, was terrifying on my part. Being a Luna Queen is a difficult task to pull off, a task that I no longer have to worry about - he made it idly clear what I am to him.

Honestly, putting up a front constantly is tiring. But, knowing the consequences that I'll face with I were to let it down, I keep it higher.

I don't know how long I've been down here, simply refusing to let them see the bag. I knew, that if they were to see the contents, that I wouldn't leave here alive. I wasn't particularly frightened at what they would find - and, I wasn't particularly confident either.

The small, bright pink Kipling bag that I clutched so tightly to my chest held various types of weapons. I knew, that if they were to find it, they would immediately think that I had come to their land to kill.

A nine-inch handgun that I never failed to carry with me wherever I went. It was something I had carried on once my parents had died in an attack. Call it, self-defense or whatever, but I was certain that I was going to find the killers of my parents. Months, weeks, days. I tracked, and tracked. But, I finally gave up. Once I was blamed for the death, nothing else mattered. I became a killer, starting victim after victim till I successfully eliminate them all. A prime suspect, became Milly. I figured that she had a lot to gain from their death. Insurance money, compensation money - and, finally getting what she wanted most of above all.

Getting me out of the Pack.

For a while, before they had died. I was known as Sativa-Vienna Carter, the Beta's perfect daughter. Until, my father decided to be a subject of infidelity towards me mother. He claimed that he loved another, a young woman named Ivanna Kens.

Mildred's mother.

During summer, they got married and both moved halfway across the state. In other words, leaving my mother and I to fend for ourselves. Mostly because, my mother was a stay-at-home kind of woman, who prided in her two children, and her skill of effectively lowering grocery store prices by cutting out coupons from newspapers.

My brother, I hadn't seen for most of my life. I was told that he left at the age of sixteen he joined the military. So, my childhood was mostly lonely. Filled with my perfect mother, and her pressed sweaters while trying to please my father. I alternated between my father's place on the weekends, and my mother's during the week. Because, she lived five minutes away from the school I attended.

Towards the few weeks they were still alive, my father and I never went for the campings on the last weekends. It was either the problem of him having a meeting, or I having finals. We grew apart after the wedding, sometimes I even made excuses to get away from spending time with my father. I had hated what he had done to us - not him.

It was a Thursday, my mother had suggested that we all get together for my eighteen birthday - as in, all underneath one roof. Me, mother, father, Ivanna and Milly. It was awkward, to say the least, and even as the gifts were shared, and the cake was cut, I couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety.

But, since Milly and I shared the same birthday, my mother was insistent on killing two birds with one stone, as she put it.

Yet, that feeling of caution and anxiety was still there.

I ignored it; blamed it on the fact that Ivanna was giving off bad vibes. At exactly eight minutes past midnight, the break-in happened. They were all asleep, but not me. I couldn't sleep due to the anxiousness that possessed me. I went downstairs for a smoke, and they came in - the men.

I can't say that I know what they were. But, they were masked, wearing black. All of them, tall and sturdy. But, one particular one stood out. He was the tallest, and strongest of them all, and from what I could see, he looked like the Leader.

It was loud, as the shattered the patio glass. Glass shards flew in every direction. I screamed as one of them held me by the waist and the others searched the drawers, turning everything upside down. I struggled to get free, but the man only placed a cloth dipped in sulphur over my lips; I had tried, but I was only human after all, I hadn't mated with another, so I couldn't shift - I didn't have the necessary 'powers'.

Hours later, after they had long gone, I had woken up.

It was silent, for all that I could remember. My silent sobs all the could be heard as I walked around our destroyed home. Family photos knocked off the wall, some left hanging haphazardly. A long trail of blood leading up the stairs. I remember being fearless, reminding myself, that as a Beta's daughter, that I couldn't show fear. But, the façade could only last for so fucking long until I gave up.

I followed the trial, a trail that led to my dead parents.

I didn't wail, or sob even more. I didn't know why as of that time, I had almost expected it. Their bodies lay exactly an inch besides each other. Their hands entwined, the long gash running up the length of their naked bodies caused my gag reflex to soar high.

An eight carved into their naked bodies.

It was incandescent, how everything could be fine one moment, then your life become nothing - so shitting meaningless to all around.

I bent down, and stupidly picked the knife that lay nearly beside them. Blood covered it, and I idiotically held it in my hand, letting the blood lick unto my fingers. Milly, who was sleeping prior to the incident, chose that moment to walk out. As I, Sativa, sat there, with a knife covered in blood held above my dead parents bodies. Shit, as I think about my childishness, Mildred didn't waste time.

Milly knew that I wasn't the culprit, I could see it in her eyes. So, why she chose to slander me, was another reason that I considered her as another prime suspect.

She blamed me immediately, not even making an effort to hear my side, she screamed bloody murder and called the Alpha of our pack. Morgan, her boyfriend. And of course, with their werewolf speed and agility, they were here within minutes. Milly just watched, her lips raised in slight amusement as I was taken away by the pack warriors, to the cell that I was confined in till my punishment was delivered.

Really, we couldn't have gone to the cops, for they were human - and, it would only have complicated things. So, like any other Democratic Pack, I was sent to the Elders for sentencing.

I wasn't killed; the only reason being that I was of a high-ranking before their death. My punishment didn't run a page. Demotion to Omega, hundreds and thousands of dollars that I had to pay of, and immediate shunning and rejection from the pack as the compensations were paid off. I wouldn't last a minute as a Rogue - female Rogues weren't known to last for a very long time.

They were either raped, and left to fend for themselves, or taken in my another Pack, a Rogue Pack - where females were to be items of pleasure, to be seen only and not to be heard, at all. I couldn't face the reality of leaving everything that I had ever known behind me.

Now, as I sit here in the small cell, I can't help but wonder if an easy death in here would lead to peace. I knew that I couldn't live a life without my mate. No one can, someone that was made to love you, protect you, has left you. Literally, you will die without them.

And, Romanov knew that.

Which is why, he is sitting directly opposite me. His long legs stretched out before him, and his muscular chest left on display. The man was truly wicked. A cigarette hung lowly on his lips, the smoke drifting like a cloud around his head. Sometimes, he left it in his mouth for too long, and it would come out his nose. Other times, he would sit there and let the smell linger around me. I swear, the man was fucking heartless. So, so heartless.

"I don't understand why you are doing this," I spit out coldly, my legs crossed in front of me as I narrowed my eyes at the man that I thought I could call mine.

"I enjoy tormenting you," he simply said, crushing the remains of his cigarette beneath his boot-clad foot. I simply look at him as he produces another stick of cigarette from his pocket and deftly lights it, bringing it to his full lips that was set in a thin, annoyed line. "I actually get a rise out of it."

"I don't see why you won't let me leave. I have given you the bag," I snap, my previous irritation slipping back. I had guarded the bag, but I had also fallen asleep - giving them enough time to take the bag away. "I am certain that's what you wanted, now let me leave."

"No." Was his simple reply, a healthy dose of Type Six harshness injected into it.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Don't swear, it isn't pretty on a young girl like you."

"Fuck it."

His brow arched in surprise, and I could see a vein pulse in his jaw. I was aggravating him - good, the faster he tires of my delineate disrespectfulness, the faster he would rid me of his sight; and, that's good.

And, if I'm lucky enough, he'll finally leave me alone.

"Listen," his voice was deathly calm, coldish as he leaned down from his chair and stared at me. "I don't like to be disrespected, the quicker you learn that, the more time I will allow you to live," he snarls lowly, blowing a puff of smoke into my face before slowly straightening to his posture.

Yes, the bag had been found with its questioning contents, but that didn't mean I couldn't die a proud woman. Like the Beta's daughter that I once was.

"Kill me then, if what you found in the bag was all so dangerous, rid of me of my threat," I bit out, not bothering to avert my eyes from his as he glowered venomously at my being. "Let me fucking leave." I spit, annoyed at the calm persona he kept all the time.

"Do not let such words come out from your pretty mouth, Sativa, I do not like it."

"Fuck you."

"Sativa," he leans down from his chair until he is eye-level with me. His eyes flash from black to green, as if he is fighting with his Wolf, as he crush the flame from the cigarette beneath his boot. "I haven't demanded a lot from you, but I do demand respect. If you fail again, to comply with my demand, I will not hesitate to teach you a lesson you will live to never, ever try and forget."

I don't say anything as he pats my head, "Good girl," he chuckles, leaning back unto his chair, lighting another cigarette. I had fallen asleep - the past nights of no sleep had caught up with me. And, as I was vulnerable, they had taken the bag, it was a slight surprise that I was still alive after the callings.

"I will not tell you again - you have seen the bag," I sigh harshly, "You know that I am a threat. Kill me, unless you aren't capable."

"I told you never to disrespect me. I told you that your actions come with punishments," he spat coldly, narrowing his eyes at mine - I held my wince.

"Kill me, then."

"I would never stoop as low, as to kill something as irrelevant as you, Sativa," he chuckled, his voice tainted with rage. "You're useless."

I hold a flinch at the harshness of his words. "I am a threat to your pack, I should be murdered." I whisper, not bothering to raise my head to meet his.

"You are weak, without me you are nothing." He snarled, his boot kicking softly against my leg. "You cannot shift without a mate, you are fucking useless."

"No, I'm not." I feel the tell-tale signs of tears lingering.

"Yes, you are," he spits, glaring at me, "And, the faster you realize that you are nothing, the better."

I can't help the tear that slides down my cheek.

"Don't cry," he soothes, his finger catching a salty droplet as they slid down my chin. "It's not your fault."

I brought my knees up to my chest as I heard him get up and leave the room, not before throwing the rest of his pack of cigarettes down to me, with a lighter. I would almost thank him if one little thought didn't linger so strongly in my mind, if one little thought didn't make me fall so short.

That, the one person made to love me, made to keep me, and protect me, couldn't stand the mere sight of me.

And, I didn't know why.

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Luna Queen (2015)
© Victoria Leslie Khan