-Grant-

I wasn't sure how long I had been in this cell anymore. It could've been days or weeks. I lost track of time a while ago. I wasn't exposed to the sun light, or the sky at all for that matter, so I had no indication of night time or day time. Hell, I was so far underground I couldn't even tell if it was raining outside. All I knew was that I was cold, hungry, and so damn tired all the time.

My body was deteriorating again. I had been left without food for so long that my own body was consuming itself just to keep itself alive. I had already lost a horrendous amount of muscle mass and body fat. I was so far good I feared that if they did decide to feed me my body would reject the nutrients anyway and the food I craved so badly would be wasted.

I rolled onto my stomach, my back aching madly from the unforgiving concrete floor. At least the pain kept my mind off things like death, like not getting to see my wonderful mate again, or not being able to hug my parents one last time.

I couldn't help but wonder why Alpha Jordan didn't just kill me. He put so much effort into dragging me down into this cell underground with no windows and a solid steel door. He even had people come and check up on me every day as if there was some possible way I could escape. If he had just killed me while I was on my run he wouldn't have had to do any of this.

I rolled onto my back when my ribs started to burn and gave out a little sigh as I thought about my mate. Vienna wasn't the kindest werewolf I had met in my life, nor was she the most stunning, but she still made my heart flutter in my chest every time I thought about her. I missed her madly ever since I had been thrown in this god forsaken cell, but every time I thought about her my heart clenched painfully in my chest. It wasn't because I wanted to be with her so badly that it hurt, though I did miss her horribly, it was something else.

She was an alpha, just Alpha Jordan. I knew it the moment I saw her that she was an alpha. She walked with hostile grace and precision, I had never seen another like her. She was something so different that I'm fairly certain every male would be drawn to her.

But like every alpha she had her priorities. And her priorities were not her omega mate. It was her pack. Her pack came before everything.

I tried to understand her devotion to her pack, I truly did. I mean, she fought for her own pack harder than any other wolf I had known. She almost killed her own father for it. But she told me she loved me.

When Alpha Jordan had found me on my run and told me that Vienna was seeing someone from his pack I thought my heart was going to explode inside my chest. I was beyond devastated. I wondered over and over again what my mate could've seen in another man, but then it all clicked at once. She wanted her pack to have the best possible chance at thriving.

And having an omega as her mate would not be beneficial to her pack.

Jordan locked me down in the pack cells so that I wouldn't attempt to attack the male that Vienna had chosen over me, and at first I tried to break out. I was livid and I wanted the man who had stolen my mate to pay dearly as soon as the shock and the initial hurt slipped away. But every failure that I endured reminded me of something.

I would be an awful mate if I tried to keep my mate away from her own happiness just for the sake of my own. I wanted her to be happy with me, I truly did. There was nothing I could ever want more than waking up beside her every morning and growing old with her. But if she couldn't be happy with me then I made the decision, as painful as it was, that I would do my best to let her go and be happy with another man.

Feeling tears come on, I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands just as many of my pack mates began to shout outside. My ears strained as I tried to listen to what was going but it seemed that the ruckus quieted down as suddenly as it started.

I heard the main door open and I immediately leapt to my feet, eager for food, or human contact. Anything was better than this endless silence.

But when I peered through the tiny slit in the door I saw two people I didn't recognize being guided by one of the warriors from my pack named Sterling. Sterling appeared to be a little bit shaken as he neared my cell door.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Sterling didn't reply, he just shoved a key in the lock and swung open the door.

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Just a short snippet into Grant's mind. Hope you liked it!