It had been one week since the Alpha had first chained me to this god forsaken pole.

My Alpha.
That's all he was to me now.
Nothing more nothing less.

He was dead to me.

As soon as that beast released me I planned on finding out how I could destroy our bond, once and for all.

I would cut all chains binding us.

I wanted nothing more to do with him.

From how Elaine had explained mates, they were suppose to feel an attraction, accompanied by an urge to be with and protect their mate.

There was no denying I felt attracted to the Alpha.
But it ended there, there was no urge to protect him.
Only the strong desire to sink my teeth into his neck and watch as the life lowly drained from his eyes.

He expected me to submit.

He was foolish.

He let his juvenile pride cloud his vision of reality.

The reality that I would submit.
-A coward's act.

It sickened me to watch as the pack members visibly shook with fear of their Alpha as they bowed their heads in submission.

How could they accept a greater power other then themselves, the Alpha was strong, no doubt about it... But still they had to try.
Power didn't always mean strength.
Power meant never giving in.
Power meant never submitting.
If this was going to be where I died, then so be it.

I would show that man that he couldn't always get what he wanted, and the price of that lesson would be his mates life.

One week.

One week of refusing to eat, so far.

But a wolf would go weeks without food, so the wait for death was only just beginning.

-And I'd savour the game.

***

"Wake up."

My eyes flew open, paws digging into the soil in an rush, The Alpha jumped back as I leaped forwards, straining against the silver chain that embeded its self deeper into the red raw flesh of my neck, awaiting him with clashing jaws and roaring eyes.

His hard eyes weakened as he took in my malnourished form, but quickly regain their composure, fixing the fallen mask.

"Why do you keep fighting?" He asked his voice deep yet monotone, but he was only met with vicious snarling and growling from me.

Why did I keep fighting?
What else was I suppose to do?
All I knew was to fight.
In the asylum, things were rough, people learned quickly enough to establish dominance and a hierarchy among the inmates.

The guards were at the top of the chain with their weapons and punishments.
Followed by myself and the others in the isolation sector.
Lastly, at the bottom of the chain were the other inmates in the main section of the asylum, the less dangerous lunatics.

If you were any for of authority figure to those people, for them to fear you, to submit would mean weakness.

-And weakness meant death.

"You don't have to keep doing this, you can end it all, just submit." Hades growled

No.

Never submit.

Never.

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