Hey everyone, so this chapter took really long...I'm so sorry for that! :( Don't hate me pleeeassee!!! Hope you guys like it, and forgive me for dragging this out for so long .-. Ok, I'm gonna press publish before I wuss out again. Enjoy! -Roxy.

Chapter 43

I flinched as the metal door was thrown open; the sharp noise hurting my ears that had grown so accustomed to silence over the past few hours I've had alone. It had been a few days since I'd woken up in my prison and everyday it would be the same routine.

The nerd; who I've learned was named Gregory, would come in and inject that Wolf's Bane shit into my bloodstream, then he'd leave a plate of gunk they expected me to eat by my feet before I'd be left for a few more hours till he'd have to do the same thing again at what I could only assume was the evening, seeing as I had no view of the outside world from my little cell.

He had just come in and I took another swing at him as he came closer to leave me my ‘food’, but as per usual, he dodged my fist before it could hit him. I waited till I heard the lock being slipped back into place before I stood up, trying to find anything I could use to escape, as I’ve been doing the entire time I’d been here.

I spent the next few hours searching the floor, again, for anything that could be useful, but all I could find there were bits of rock, which had absolutely no chance of breaking through my metal shackles. As the hours ticked by, the thought of just breaking my hand and slipping it through my chains became more and more tempting, but of course, once I did that, I would still have to get through the door and find my way out, and I had no way of doing that, so I had to think of something else.

While I was pondering on this, my stomach began to ache again. Probably ‘cause I haven’t eaten in like, three days. I thought to myself. My eyes drifted to the plate of ‘food’ on the floor; that shit actually looking quite edible. I gave in and decided to eat some of it, trying to give my body and mind as much fuel as I could to get out of here.

I stuffed a forkful into my mouth and chewed it mechanically, not wanting to taste anything before I forced it down, along with the rest of contents on the plate. I clutched my stomach as it continued to throb painfully, falling back onto the stone wall behind me as beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

I had just enough time to lean sideways before the contents of my stomach came flying out the way it’d come in. I pushed my hair away from my face as I continued to paint the floor with my insides, not stopping until my stomach was completely empty. I groaned as I fell back, an idea coming to me as to how I could gain some kind of control over my situation.

***

I kept my head down as I heard the locks on the door being undone a few hours later, refusing to look up as a pair of feet shuffled closer to me. I waited until I felt the familiar prick of the needle in my arm before I shoved whoever was holding it backwards as hard as I could.

It was quite obvious I'd taken them by surprise as the guy fell back hard. I grabbed the syringe, pulling it from my skin. My fingers were still wrapped around it when the seeker who'd come in, was back on his feet, forcing the plunger down.

I kept my face low as I smirked subtly, watching the clear droplets of the wolf’s bane, previously in the syringe, drip onto the floor. I moved back as the man before me ripped the syringe from me. I made sure that my shoe scraped against the ground as I ‘stumbled’ back, spreading the liquid out so that it wouldn’t be as obvious, though it was already not that noticeable. I looked up into hateful, hazel eyes.

Gregory had his hands in fists as he stared down at me like I was the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen. The extra effort he put in to make sure I knew he hated me really wasn’t necessary, I was quite clear on the matter. “Don’t ever touch me, you mongrel!” He snapped; his voice quivering from rage.

“Don’t ever touch me, you mongrel.” I mimicked in a voice of higher pitch than my own. I smirked as I noticed him getting more and more riled up. “Stop being such a little bitch, Gregory.” I said his voice in a taunting tone. “I wouldn’t have touched you if you hadn’t put me down here, so when you think about it, you made me touch you in the first place.” I explained smugly, enjoying this little victory of mine. If I couldn’t get free, I would bother them as much as I could. It just so happened, that Gregory was here.

He opened his mouth to retaliate but I wouldn’t have any of that. “Oh come on Gregory, despite how much of a werewolf I am, I’m sure you think I’m pretty.” I said sweetly, enjoying the sight of him swallowing nervously. “Don’t you?” I whispered, uttering each syllable slowly, noting the way his eyes followed my lips.

“You can tell me, now, while we’re alone.” I softened my stance, feeling some of the natural magnetism that came with my wolf side return as the effects of the Wolf’s Bane slowly began to wear off. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” I ran my finger across my chest in an ‘X’ shape at that line, making a show of crossing my heart, his eyes dropping to that area.

“Um,” he mumbled helplessly, taking a step closer. I inwardly cheered as he approached me. So despite everything, he still has a little crush on me. How useful.

"To prove you can trust me, I'll even tell you a little secret of my own. I kinda like you too." I continued, seeing a hopeful look appear on the pathetic boy's face. Oh my God, this is way too easy. He knelt in front of me. I forced myself to stay where I was, willing my wolf to keep herself under control as the human stroked the side of my face, watching me with eyes clouded over with unadulterated lust.

I smirked at him, narrowing my eyes as I punched him in the stomach. He fell back with a look of pure shock on his face. “As if.” I snorted, looking him up and down. “For the record, you disgust me!” I snapped, watching him get to his feet. “You’re a weak, pathetic little Seeker and I’d rather die here chained to this wall than ever have any feelings for a miserable thing like you.”

His glare from before returned to his face. “You’re sick.”

“Apparently not sick enough for you to not have a sad little crush on me.” I retorted, watching him clench his fist in agitation. “That’s right. Shut the fuck up. Now get out of here before I scream rape or something.” I shrugged as he moved forward. “With the struggle that happened earlier, that wouldn’t be so hard to believe, would it? What would the other Seekers think about you then?” I asked with a sneer.

He only hesitated for a moment to give me a cold stare before he turned and left, slamming the door before I heard the locks being bolted into place.

***

I felt my strength slowly returning as my wolf gained more and more control within me. I had to admit that it gave me a little comfort knowing that I was slowly getting her back. Are you there? I asked, hoping that this time, I could get some kind of response. I’m here. She responded; her voice muffled.

Regardless, I was happy to get even that. Are we strong enough to send out a message yet? I could feel my wolf’s disappointment as she responded. No, not yet, but soon. I begrudgingly took that in. Okay, a few hours? I felt her agree. Yeah, a few hours. She repeated.

I winced as pain shot up into my abdomen again. Oh my God, what is this?! I groaned. I felt my wolf stir. Chelsea, you still don’t know? She muttered, sounding exasperated with me for not realising what seemed to be obvious to her. Think about it.  She continued slowly, as if explaining a complicated thing to a child.

I knew what she was getting at. I have thought about it, there’s just no way. My wolf sighed. Well, you are. She said surely. I’m pregnant?! I demanded, my hand unconsciously coming up to grasp my stomach. But my stomach hurts too much, is it supposed to feel this way? I asked, suddenly conscious of every move I made and how it affected my abdomen.

I sensed my wolf shaking her head. I don't know...what I do know is the baby is still growing, so I think its okay. She said uncertainly. A smile unconsciously came to my face as I did my best to relax, not wanting to worry the-I mean, my baby any further. "It’s ok; we are going to get out of here." I said as my fingers repeatedly brushed against my stomach.

I heard a very soft whine at the back of my head. What was that?! I asked quietly, hearing it once again. My wolf was happy when she answered. That's him. My eyebrows furrowed. Him? My wolf chuckled at my confusion. It’s our pup, he's a he... She explained. "Oh." I muttered dumbly. How do you know? I inquired. I can sense it. She said simply.

Something hit me, making me confused again. I thought it takes a while for the baby to be responsive. I thought to myself, rubbing my stomach with a smile on my face as I thought of my little whiner. Werewolf babies develop faster than human babies do. My wolf answered, thinking I had just asked a question.

Well, it is nice to hear him. I decided, almost able to feel the love for my little pup filling up my heart as happiness surged through me. Your daddy is going to be so excited to meet you. I thought to the little miracle of me and Logan's creation.

The thought of Logan being a father was both foreign and adorable as I imagined my big, intimidating, mate handling our little pup like the most delicate thing in the world. The smile that came to my face was one of pure joy as I thought of that version of our future. Logan and I and our little pup.

The thought of being a mother so soon was definitely terrifying, but I was sure with my mate by my side, we could make this parenting thing work. Yeah, we obviously had a lot of things that we needed to work through, but despite everything that has happened, I needed my mate, now more than ever as our baby grew within me.

I wasn't completely sure if the baby could hear me when I spoke to him. Nonetheless, it made me feel at ease, so I carried on doing so. Your daddy isn't here right now, but he's coming, I'm sure of it, okay? We just have to wait a little longer. All I got in response was another adorable little whine. I know, I don't want to wait to see him either. Do you miss him too? Another whine. Okay baby, let’s rest. In a while, I'll hopefully be able to get in touch with him.  At the thought of Logan, my heart ached a little as I remembered the last time I’d seen him. That won’t be the last thing we’ll say to each other. I’ll make things right.  I vowed to myself.

*** 

I was listening to my baby's adorably incessant whining when my door was thrown open, shocking me out of my calm stupor. My eyebrows jerked up slightly as I noticed that Gregory wasn’t alone this time. I felt my anger flare as Jackson and Darryl walked in behind him, especially because of the threat they posed to my baby, all my concerns now shifter from me to the little guy growing inside of me.

"Wow, all three head assholes are here to greet me today. I'm honoured." I sneered, getting to my feet. As Gregory came closer, I kicked him in the groin the moment the needle went under my skin.

I pulled the end of the needle out as I had the last time, pressing its side into the side of my arm hard enough to make it look like it was under my skin as Jackson came forward and pressed the syringe down. I 'collapsed' to the ground over the droplets, my hand instinctively going to my stomach as I heard another whine.

Jackson told the other two to leave the room as he grabbed my arm, painfully yanking me to my feet. The moment the door closed, he pulled out another syringe. "I know what you did Chelsea, I can smell the Wolf's Bane on the ground!" He snapped. Shit! My wolf lent me her strength as I ripped the syringe out of his grip and threw it against the far wall, the glass easily smashing against rock.

He pushed me back in anger, my hands coming up to protect my stomach as I fought to keep my balance. Dread replaced any other emotion I felt at that moment as Jackson's eyes dropped down to the fingers I currently had spread out protectively over my abdomen. I could only watch in horror as his sour expression turned to one of unadulterated glee. "My, my Chelsea, you and my son have been quite busy, haven't we?" He chuckled, slithering forward like the venomous viper that he was.

"Stay away from me." I warned, my claws making an appearance as Jackson came within an arms length of me. I was too distracted to hear a voice muttering, everyone in positions, in the back of my mind. I swiped at him as he lunged forward, pinning me to the wall by my neck as his other hand went over my stomach, right over my fingers that trembled with a mixture of anger and fear over what he planned to do.

I struggled to hold him back as I realised what that was, his hand pushing into mine hard. "I was going to be a grandfather." He sneered, pressing harder.

"W-was?" I stuttered; most of my energy focused on blocking him from crushing my baby. My strength began to falter. "Don't!" I pleaded, knowing it was futile as my hand gave way. Even though I was gradually gaining my strength, Jackson was still stronger than I was. I heard a sickening crack as he crushed my pup. Go, go, go, go! I heard Logan's voice yell in my head, the message vibrating through the pack bond. Logan! I screamed through the bond, not sure if he had heard me when I got nothing in response.

"Was." Jackson repeated, nodding with a wicked smile on his sickening face.

I crumpled to the ground in pain as blood trickled down my leg. "You fucking monster! How could you!" I screamed, calling out to my little whiner, only to be met with silence. "You killed him!" I screeched, grasping my throbbing abdomen as I watched him with hateful eyes. My baby, not my baby... I wept, not able to keep myself together any longer as I broke down in fits of sobs.

I kicked out as Jackson came to my side, unlocking my shackles as I heard shouts coming from above us. "Oh, don't look so heartbroken, it’s not that much of a loss." He snapped condescendingly, yanking me along with an iron grip on my upper arm. "Now come on!" He demanded, leading me out of my cell. "Sounds like that son of mine is finally here."Good, I hope he’ll fucking kill you. I thought bitterly.

I allowed myself to be dragged along, knowing I couldn't get out on my own. My cell was at the end of a long, stone corridor, Jackson forcing me through another pair of metal doors at the end of it that lead up a flight of stairs into a large room with a high, vaulted ceiling. The doors at one side of the room, which had been broken from their hinges, lead out into a front yard scarce of anything but dirt, the perimeter of the compound surrounded by dense forest.

"Shit." Jackson muttered under his breath. The whole room was full of Seekers, each one fighting to fend off a shifter each. The moment their scents hit me, I knew they were Blood Moon pack members. Whenever any of them saw me, they tried their best to get to me, but the Seekers ensured they blocked them from attacking their precious leader, the disgusting man gripping my arm.

I carved three gashes into Jackson's back, the bleeding wounds not even fazing him as he continued to march forwards, not at all concerned with appearing human as we rushed back down the stairs we’d just ascended, locking the heavy metal doors behind us. I struggled against him, managing to get myself free as I kicked him at the back of his knees, sending him down as I ripped my arm from his grasp. Before he could get up, I grabbed his head and slammed it into the hardwood floor so hard a crack appeared.

He got up quickly, his fist flying at my head. I barely managed to evade him as I threw myself to the side. I landed painfully on my elbow. I staggered to my feet, not registering anything until I felt warmth gush down my body as Jackson’s claws sliced across my chest. I recoiled, taking a second to find relief that the cut wasn’t too deep  before my wolf pushed me to lunge forwards, my canines already fully lengthened as I threw myself at the man before me, my claws digging into his shoulders as I bit into the flesh of his neck, ripping out a decent sized chunk.

Even through all of the anger, I enjoyed doing that, my mouth curving upwards in a contented smile underneath the fresh blood that coated half of my face. He threw me off, my feet landing on the stone floor a good few feet away. I didn’t let him get off that easy, running forwards again as my leg kicked out, aiming for his head. He fell to the floor with a soft thud, the wound I’d inflicted already healing.

Fuck. I blocked out everything as I took off running, focusing on keeping myself alive. I got lucky, I know that. Without my werewolf at her strongest, I didn’t have much of a chance against another shifter. Even knocking Jackson out was beginning to take its toll as my muscles began to clench, so I couldn’t even consider staying around. God knows I would love to stick around and make him suffer.

I didn’t care that I was still bleeding, I had no time to cover it up. Right then, I just had to get away. Heavy, pursuing footsteps thundered behind me as I ran into the room closest to me, some kind of training room littered with combat dummies. I froze in my tracks when the sound of a gun cocking behind me, reached my ears.

I turned to see Jackson with a cruel smirk on his face, his teeth stained red with his blood as he aimed the gun in his hand at my head. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Go ahead and point that at me, you think I'm going to flinch before I go over there and tear the rest of your fucking throat out?!" I demanded, rage crashing over my grief at that moment as I thought of all he had taken away from me.

"You might not worry about yourself, but what about that?" He demanded, moving the gun down to my stomach. "It could still heal, but definitely not if I blow a hole right through that little body of yours." He threatened. I smacked myself mentally as I felt my blank expression falter.

I sensed him even before he was within view, as I always have.  My heart leapt at the sight of him as he stood with his chest heaving in the doorway, his dark hair dishevelled as piercing grey eyes met mine. Jackson whirled around as he noticed me staring behind him. His name easily fell from my lips, feeling so right after such a long period of being unused. "Logan."