Chapter 4

Wayne.

My mate.

It wasn't hard to forget your mate, especially when there were cruel memories attached with them. I had seen it all with him, the good times, and the terrible times. There was nothing else I needed to see.

He was a man, of my past.

I let my head fall back on the ground as the men began leaving the shady warehouse. Thomas simply grinned at me before departing. My pleads became useless, inaudible as soon as he realized who had marked me.

Shuffling with the restraints, I groaned and kicked my feet out of frustration. I still had enough time to run away before anyone could get here and find me but the only problem I had was setting myself free.

Memories of Wayne snapped into me like a whip, forcing me to face my past once more and open my eyes wide to see the reality. His face flashed through my head, I closed my eyes and breathed. It had been a long time since I had seen him, since I had spoken to him and since I had been in his arm.

A year.

The day we lost our child was the day we lost our relationship as well. The baby was the only string that kept us together and without the baby, we were nothing except for wild animals fighting, arguing, and wounding each other.

I forced myself to forget about Wayne, shove him deep in my past and never remember again. He had no clue about my whereabouts, he wasn't informed—simply because I didn't want him to know where I was. I sought for privacy and some time alone when I left the town and he promised to give it to me.

It would be an embarrassment, a shame, if he learned that I had been taken by Thomas and his weakling of a pack. He would laugh at me, taunt me for where I had come in my life, and I didn't want any of that.

I had a position granted to me when I was at the Nightstalker's Pack. I was going to be trained and, in a few months, then I would've been called the Alpha's mate instead of an omega. Wayne intended on taking me public after the loss of our child, but I rejected it all, left the town and fled.

For what?

Nothing.

I stared up at the ceiling. They must've called him. I knew Wayne, and I knew he would hurry to be my savior—unless he had found someone else, another female to breed and enjoy, possibly another weak omega to prey on.

I didn't want to face him. Not now. Not today.

In the silence, I found the time passing by slower than usual. My head throbbed in pain from whatever they had given me to force me unconscious, but it wasn't long before my body began getting sore.

I changed positions, sweeping left and right but wherever I faced, I found blood and dirt smeared on the ground. The scent was hurrying, I gagged and pushed my mouth over my shoulders.

Who could even live here?

The place brightened a bit from the sides where the creaks could be found. Sunlight washed in from those creaks and I began seeing clearer.

It was a warehouse.

Mr. Alpha Thomas had the complete right to hold me hostage and find a way to throw me out of his town, but he didn't need to ring Wayne or inform him.

I could've left instead.

I grunted and kicked the dirt underneath my shoes while lying flat on the ground and giving up. I supposed this is where everything ends.

I wasn't exactly enjoying over the past year or living my dream life, instead, I was trying to stay alive, I was trying to move on from the trauma and my past.

It would all repeat once more if Wayne found me.

But if called, would he come for me?

It had been a year, I had heard nothing from him and vice versa. The last thing I heard was from a stranger that the Nightstalker's Pack was doing well, they were surviving and reaching the top of list in being the greatest pack in the country.

I tried not to cheer over it nor gloom.

Wayne deserved whatever he wanted. I didn't hold him in fault for the death of our child nor anything else. He was a good man—for the most part. I had already forgiven him for anything wrong he had done to me.

I didn't want to interrupt his life by returning into it. I didn't want to repeat the history again and I certainly didn't want to hurt him.

We both had moved on.

I stood up, arching my back, and stared at the shadow passing by the warehouse. "I can fucking see you! Come in and untie me before I set this place on fire along with you in it." I snapped, my jaw clenching and my hands turning into fists.

The shadow outside continued walking without a thought. It had to be a guard.

"Bring your Alpha to me. I just want to talk." I said, my voice lower and a bit calmer this time. "I promise not to bite."

The guard didn't respond. I sighed and fell back on the ground. What was I going to do? It would be a lot better if Thomas and I had a chat face to face before he called Wayne. How did he even know I was his mate? I hadn't told anyone, not even a single soul but somehow Thomas knew exactly where I came from and who I belonged to.

Hours fled. The little light at the corner disappeared, indicating the night had arrived. I wondered about Jerry who must've finished his game long ago. Did Kristen pick him up? Did he find his way back home?

Occasionally, Kristen would forget about time and the last time I saw her, she was intending on losing herself for a couple of hours. I silently hoped she must've picked up her son and not left him at the park alone.

I yawned and rolled on the ground once more before closing my eyes. Just as I did, a loud thump echoed inside the warehouse, and I jumped straight up.

Thomas returned, a sharp smile over his face. This time, he came alone, no patrol around him nor any guards. Just him.

"I'll leave if that's what you want." I said, my voice low and tired. It had been hours since I had eaten anything or done anything. I just wanted to be over with this.

"Oh, no," He shook his head, his grin turning sharper. "You don't need to leave. Your mate will be here soon enough to collect you and in return, he'll be generous enough to do a few favors for me." Thomas continued, his eyes dipped inside evil and his voice wicked.

The thought of Wayne rushing here and taking me terrified me.

He bent down on his eyes and stared into my eyes, "Don't worry, all is forgiven. I'm just glad you'll be returning to your home and not causing any more trouble for any of us."

Bitch.

"Your pack is full of disgusting wolves. I was simple doing a favor for you!" I exclaimed. He knew well what I was talking about. The murders and the countless rapes—he had to be aware. "Someone had to put them down."

"And I'm very thankful," He leaned a bit closer to me, invading my personal space. I quickly backed away, realizing a few things. "Clara."

Thomas was in it all. As the Alpha of the pack, he controlled his men and ordered them to follow along with the murders of a dozen innocent people and assaults of a hundred women, all belonging to the pack.

Thomas stood back up on his feet and picked up a bag from the ground and threw it to my side. The scent of food reached up to my nostrils. Only a few seconds later I realized most of the food was rotten.

"We go by a code—submit to us or die," He whispered, "Enjoy your dinner and be thankful I haven't done anything to you. If it wasn't for your mate and his great position in the north, I would've ripped those clothes apart and taken my way with you." The corners of his mouth curled into a smirk as he walked away from me.

Hair over my skin rose and I shuddered out of a disgust before turning my head away.

Thomas was next.

Almost a year ago, I met with a woman, an omega, she was then taking a run in the forest and we both collided. When she shifted, I found the scars she had over her body and questioned her. She spilled everything about Thomas' pack and how they treated female wolves and pups in the city. I told her about my life, the loss of my child and my mate. We shared a few hours together before parting ways.

At first, I didn't seem to care. I wished to go on my way and continue with my journey to heal. I crashed in a hotel at the city for a couple days. By the time my stay was over, I received a call from someone, informing me that the omega I had met was dead.

Murdered.

I lost my voice then. One minute I had spoken to her for hours and the other minute, she was dead, getting buried in the ground.

I didn't even catch her name.

I sought for her killer only to find out that there were a hundred more women getting abused by the male wolves in the pack and the cycle was endless.

I killed those I found guilty and let those live that had done nothing. It gave me a sense of peace—not peace. But I felt like I was doing something, saving someone, doing good for the world until now.

My mate was coming for me.

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