THE DEVIL DOESN'T CARE

Blaire White

I passed out shortly after he left me to crumble in my pain and tears. Never in my eighteen years of existence have I met someone so monstrous in nature as to have the face of an Angel.

I feel so sad and hurt right now. I was angry at myself and, most especially, at the moon goddess, who has been cruel to me these past few days.

First I lost my mother, then my boyfriend and friends, and now this. I never expected to be mated to someone like him who would treat me so unfairly, like dirt in his shoes.

I was finding it really difficult to cope with these emotions. The mental, physical, and emotional drain had worn me down. I hadn't expected to find my mate right away after losing the one who I had thought was strongly supposed to be the mate blessed to me by the moon goddess after all the signs.

I had honestly believed that Sinclair was my mate. Everything about his attitude towards me and his body language was convincing. But thinking about my situation right now, I'd give my blood to reverse things and make Sinclair emerge alive and be my mate, not that devil.

I thought meeting a mate meant the both of you would have a strong bond, but now I feel betrayed and unappreciated. It hurts to think that someone I was supposed to trust could treat me this way. I've been trying to understand why he was doing all this, but it's just so confusing and overwhelming. All I wanted was love and respect, but instead, I got disappointment and pain.

My head pounded heavily as I sat up on the cold floor. I couldn't believe that the annoying, handsome creature would have the guts to call me a whore after deflowering me. But what was most shocking was his going ahead and rejecting me on the spot. Who does that?

Who the fuck does he think he is? When I think about him, he has a dark aura surrounding him, and cold chills travel down my spine at the recollection of his cold demeanor.

I never expected a mate to be so emotionless and icy toward another mate. When I looked into his eyes, I could swear that I saw red swim in them, the cold flames of hell seeping through them.

Everything about him screamed danger and told me to run as far away from him as possible because he was going to break me. He appeared calculated and unapologetically cruel, with a handsome face, a drool-worthy body, and a playful glint that carefully lured one to its death. He was what I would term a frisky devil. A very dangerous one.

Why does a devil like him have a mate? And why did it have to be me, of all people? These questions kept swimming in my mind, adding to my headache.

I managed to rip myself off the floor. I looked down and saw my gown in shreds, which was a result of the wild, passionate night we had shared. I gulped, knowing that I needed clothes to wear and, most importantly, a cold shower that would wash my impending pain away.

The room was dimly lit, and no curtains were opened. I took steps toward the giant wardrobe that stood in the corner of the room and gently pulled it open. I found a lone shirt in it and took it out, immediately pulling it on me.

The last thing I wanted was to leave this room looking like a mess while doing the walk of shame, which would make it so obvious to people passing by what I had done.

I was about to pull my hair into a makeshift ponytail when the door barged open. Two hefty men stood by the door, eying me down with hostility. I gazed between both men, my heartbeat rapidly increasing when I saw them advance toward me with growls. I shook my head negatively and rapidly, waving my hands in front of them while taking steps backward.

Did he send them? I recalled him saying his title when he uttered the rejection. He was an Alpha king and a Lycan Alpha. I always heard that lycans were very good-looking and tall, with slightly pointy ears to match their ferocity. Remembering his face, I could spot mildly pointed ears, and they soothed him.

My mate was the Lucan devil, and worst of all, I had slept with him.

"W-wait please." I uttered it in desperation as my back hit the wardrobe.

"So you're the foreign one. Your scent can be perceived from miles away." The blonde, bulky one snarled.

I gulped, remembering that I had sunk into this pack. Of course, I'd be perceived as a threat. If only I could explain myself, but regarding the situation that led to me coming here, they'd probably treat me like a spy or something worse.

The brown-haired one growled at me while towering over me, caging me between him and the wardrobe. He sniffed at me.

"You're no lycan; your scent says that much, and you smell like Alpha. You're wearing his shirt as well; Freya usually wears that. How did you get into his guest room? Are you a spy?"

My head spun as dizziness began to hit me after being asked so many questions all at once, but one piece of information he had said stuck in my mind like glue. Freya? Who's Freya? Someone like him didn't look like the type to keep a girlfriend. Perhaps his bedwarmer?

"We need to find our mate now. We're about to get arrested. We need him to come protect us from them; they might kill us," Hera spoke up.

"Mate? You're still calling him that and hoping for him after everything that has just happened? For the moon goddess sake, he rejected us and almost ripped our throats. He is not a mate, Hera, but a monster." I yelled at her internally.

At this point, I was incredulously worried about how sane Hera's logic could be most of the time. She seems to be in her own world and has yet to wake up to reality.

"He's still our mate. You didn't accept his rejection, which I'm glad you didn't. We can win it back. We will win back his love together and slowly convince him to accept us. I managed to get a glimpse of his wolf. He's a white wolf and very handsome, but he growled at me as I tried to connect with him." She said it sadly, then rolled her eyes at me when she saw I almost yawned at her long speech.

"Great. Now we know both men and wolves do not want us, but here you are still having the guts to think of us winning him back. He called us a whore; need I remind you? Don't tell me, Hera, that you are beginning to lose your mind. The least we can do now is show some decency and let him be. We are nothing but his unwanted mate, and you better start getting used to that fact." I growled at her.

"I do not blame him, though. It's all your fault, human. You gave yourself to someone the night after losing the other man you claimed to love deeply. What if he wasn't our mate? We would have been impure, and this situation that we are in would have been so much worse. You are the reason for our rejection because you couldn't keep your legs close and thought it was the best way to wash away our pain. Now here we are." She snarled at me.

She had a point. Last night, I was so desperate to numb the pain that I couldn't think properly, but I never expected that a handsome man would come around and seduce me to sleep with him.

I was pulled out of my subconscious by a death grip on my arm.

"Move you, bitch!" The blonde yelled at me.

I struggled in his arms, not liking this at all. I wasn't a criminal, and I didn't deserve to be treated like one. The least they can do is give me a chance to explain myself.

I was cruelly dragged out of the room and down a lonely hallway. I was thrashing in their arms, crying out, pleading, and begging, but they didn't stop.

We arrived at a dark space with rows of cells aligned. The brown-haired one moved past a set of occupied cells, kicking at one that contained a shaking, whimpering woman.

"Shut up!" He yelled at her, making the girl grow silent immediately.

My heart sank as the cold feeling of dread welcomed me. This was wrong on so many levels. Everything here screamed inhumanity. How ironic, because they weren't humans, but still, how could they treat someone like that?

I was about to be faced with the worst fate.

My shoulder was pressed brutally, a brute force shoving me into an open cell. I shrieked, my body colliding with the concrete wall. My aching head ached even more at the impact. I turned immediately, rushing towards the silver bars, but I was too late because the door got banged shut with a click. The silver burned my palms, and I gripped the bars, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be here. I couldn't be here.

"Let me out! Let me out of here! Please let me fucking out!" I shrieked, breaking into a sob as I vigorously shook the unmoving bars.

"Ahhh!" I screamed in frustration and agony as loud as I could.

"It's no use. Screaming and thrashing won't change anything. Been there, done that already." A small voice squeaked.

In my frustration, I screamed in the direction of the voice, "What do you want me to do? Stay here and be locked up forever?"

I heard a scoff before a male voice chimed in, "It's exactly what you're supposed to do. Until the Beta gives orders to the Gamma concerning us, then we might be locked here forever."

"Don't you mean Alpha?" I said I was blinking in fear.

I heard another scoff, "The Alpha rarely comes down here. In fact, the Alpha rarely makes a public appearance. I heard he's always in the upper chambers, and no one is allowed to go up there. So his orders are always carried out by his Beta and Gamma." The small female voice came again.

Hearing what they said, my heart thudded in my chest as I wondered what orders he'd give regarding me. I suddenly felt the urge to hyperventilate. Oh, goddess, what kind of cruel joke is this?

I never expected my eighteenth birthday to play out like this. I broke into a sardonic laugh as tears rolled down my face. This wasn't the birthday I anticipated.

Happy fucking birthday to you, Blaire White, because, guess what? You are so messed up.