The stench of wolfsbane burning my nostrils had my senses roaring back to life but I refused to open my eyes in fear of what I might see.

My hands and feet restrained with silver shackles had me writhing in pain as they seared through my skin.

My body now covered in a light material that stuck to my sweat covered skin.

I willed myself to listen to any sign of movement but came up short of sound. So I started to struggle against my restraints and testing their strength but the shuffle of a shoe against what sounded like gravel made me come to a stop.

A menacing laugh sounding off the walls and echoing through the room had me snapping my eyes open.

The darkness being all that I saw had me hopeless in seeing light once more.

An idea popped in my head.

If I could measure the size of the room I was in by the distance the sound that came from me, traveled; then maybe I could find a way to escape.

With a click of my tongue, I waited for the sound to bounce off the walls and back towards my now perked up ears.

2 seconds.

That's 2000ft. There and back.

1000ft.

A sudden burst of light had me hissing as it stung my eyes and made me flinch away from it.

I shoved my head unto my knees, rubbing them against my knees due to my hands being restrained before sitting back up. Fluttering my eyes open and close repeatedly I attempted to adjust them towards the new lighted scenery.

I was in a container of sorts.

One of those cliché ones I've seen in almost every human cop movie or series in my life. The floor of the container covered in a mixture of cement and gravel as a light hanging above me slightly swayed back and forth.

Marcus with eyes cold as ice standing in the far corner, watching me intently before stepping closer to pace around me in a circle.

"I've been watching you, my love." his voice hoarse and raw as if he'd swallowed a packet of razors since the last time I saw him.

"This isn't real." I voiced as I looked down at my feet, hoping I was right.

His fingers tracing the skin at the back of my neck had me snapping my head back up to stare out in front of me.

"Does this feel real to you?" he questioned as he came to a stop in front of me and lifted my chin to look at him.

His face was covered in scars, his body hidden under a cloak but it couldn't stop the stench of rotten flesh reaching my sense of smell.

He's gone beyond being rogue.

"You're supposed to be dead." I said more to myself than anyone else.

"Well I'm pretty much alive princess." he looked at me with a grin before saying "Now we can be together." my words of decline snatched from my mouth as his lips instantly covered mine with need.

His kiss was sloppy, his tongue breaking an entry as it traced my mouth like the lost wandering the desert. Has it always been like this?

The image of Luke had bile rising in my throat as the man I once loved forced his poison upon me.

My wolf snarling at me to ward him off had me biting his lip till the taste of metal slipped into my mouth.

"You bitch." he yelled furiously as he pulled away "You fucking bit me." and before I could prepare for the blow, his fist connected with my cheek; throwing me into a spiral of the past.

I've almost forgotten the way he used to beat me all those years ago.

My memories flit by me as my mind began focusing on our third date.

We'd gotten to his house after our surprise picnic in the meadow. We were alone since his parents had gone out with some of the other pack members. He had wanted to take my virginity and I refused, only to have him beat me black and blue. I was unable to sit or stand or basically move without being reminded of that fateful Wednesday night for a week and 3 days. Luckily my purity was still kept in place.

And then he abused me again when I came home from training with Liam one day as we were preparing for a war with some Rogue pack.

He accused me of 'spicing it up' with my best friend hence why I 'reeked' of him and why sweat covered me like a blanket. He had beaten me unconscious and blamed it on me tripping and tumbling down the stairs.

Each and every memory of all the times he beat me flooded my mind like the times when the human's Noah had build the ark, before they dried underneath the scorch of the hate for him that I now knew had grown within me over the past few years.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I spat.

"Well, it seems like I've already got you right where I want you." he whispered before inching closer and licking my ear.

I turned my head in the blink of an eye and snapped my jaw shut on his shoulder; hearing him growl fiercely at me as his nails came clawing at my throat.

"I hate you!" I spat as a chunk of flesh flew from my mouth and his black blood dripped from my lips; probably staining my white teeth in a somber shade.

"You'll regret the day you ever met me, wench!" his voice laced with venom as he basically spat the words at me just like I had done with his flesh.

How could someone I once loved ever do this to me?

His harsh words cut me deep.

But nothing and I mean nothing could ever make me give this up.

Not even the man I once called 'Mine'.

"As shall you." I breathed inaudibly.

Luke was my mate. My future was with him and our pack. And Marcus was nothing but broken memories to me.

Our memories were memories that I shared with a man I now loathed with every atom of my existence.

"Luke will come, and he WILL kill you." the promise in my voice was clear as I stared into his hollow and soulless blue eyes.

"Oh really? It's been 5 days since I took you Lexi and your little mate hasn't even attempted to find you." he spat before laughing like a maniac.

He's lying.

"Where is your mate, Alexandria? Has he forgotten about you? Is the little princess all alone?" he teased while pouting.

The sudden urge came upon me to spit in his face as saliva flew from my lips and hit him right in the eye causing me to grin.

Fucking sleezeball.

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Luke's Point Of View.

"Where is she?" I roared as I toppled my desk before digging my claws into my scalp as a growl of frustration escaped me.

It has been 5 days.

5 fucking agonizing grotesque days without my loving mate.

My wolf has been driving me insane and every failed attempt at finding her was just another bullet to the empty can that I was.

I couldn't stand even going home without destroying something because her faint scent covering everything would drive my beast mad and I swear the sofa in my office has left a permanent dent in my back from all the times I've curled up on it in dread.

Liquor and the darkest pit inside me that contained a restrained beast have become my only friends in my times of need now, which has consisted of the whole extent of her absence.

"We don't know Luke, her trail stops dead a few feet from Alpha Jeff's territory and his warriors have already searched for her. They found nothing my friend." Raph's voice broke through to me in a saddened tone as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"If you were my friend, you'd find her." my words laced with hopelessness as my gaze met Raphael's and my eyes filled with tears.

My knees beckoned me as I came crashing to the ground and a mournful howl ripped from my chest before I watched my Beta fall to his knees and howl at the loss of his Luna as well.

I carelessly let her slip through my fingers.

I should've been more careful.

I should've protected her.

But I didn't.

And now I've lost her...