Chapter 74

I have put in place a new strategy of taking several packs out at a time. We will begin by going to the farthest border. We are leaving the Kings Royal pack for last, so that when I declare war on his throne, he will not have a lot of armies behind him. When I declare war on the throne, the king will have no packs left to back him in his war against me, so he cannot fight!

Chrissy ---

I could hear the moans and cries in the dark cages around me. I could hear whips ripping flesh open and the screams that followed each agonizing scar. I need to figure my way out of this cage laced with wolf bane. The Rogue Kings beta is my mate, what a cruel trick to put upon me. The rogue king sent him earlier into my cell to cut off a finger to send to my brother.

Thankfully, the bond wouldn’t let him harm me, his wolf would take over. I am going to try to reach out to his wolf’s sympathy to get me out of here. My mate had cut off some other she-wolf’s finger and sent it to my brother.

This is so lame I got such a horrible mate, but it gives me hope to escape. It hurts. I wonder if the moon goddess thinks of me badly, why would she give me such a mate? Was I not worthy of a better mate?

Betas thoughts about the Rogue King –

I hate Andres; he killed my parents sold my sister to other rogues. The rogue king does not know who I am, I convinced him to make me his beta last month. Now the moon goddess threw a wrench into my plans and put my mate in that dungeon cell.

If the rogue king finds out, he will kill her, he feels mates make one weak. They forced me into being a rogue because the rogue king killed everyone in my pack. Life isn’t always fair, and I have had to learn that. The only thought that keeps me alive is the thought of my knife cutting off the head of the rogue king. But now the moon goddess put a mate in that cell for me. What was she thinking?!

I am not worthy of being anyone’s mate. My heart is full of vengeance, no room for a mate and love any kind. I need to reject her and set her free, but my wolf won’t let me. What I didn’t realize was my mate's family was from that same pack I was from. I need to figure out how to get her out of here.

I feel myself pacing my bedroom floor, wearing out the wood beneath my feet. I keep praying silently to myself, “Oh moon goddess help me get her out of here. The rogue king will want me to whip her, and I cannot. Nor do I want any of his dirty guards near her.” What do I do? Tomorrow the Rogue King will go to meet with the Dragon King, I will get her out then.

Tonight, I will let the rogue king think I am going to have my way with her. He told me I could have whatever female I wanted. That way the other guards won’t try anything with her. I take a couple of swigs of whiskey to smell of alcohol.

I walk out past the living room and on queue the king asks where I am going, “My dick is hard sire, headed down to that royal witch cell and teach her what a man is.” The king laughed and told me to carry on. Inside I sighed not showing relief on my outward exterior.

Walking down in a swaying pattern to the stairs as to give the illusion I am drunk from whiskey.

The cells smell like urine and dried blood along with fresh blood. The stench would normally make a normal person yak at such a smell. I have gotten used to the stench as I am down here every day completing the rogue king's wishes, involving his sadistic nature.

We are wolves and have great eyesight at night; it is dark in the cells and a normal person could not see through the dark. I find my way to Chrissie's cell; she is pretending to be asleep, I can tell because her heartbeat sped up as I walked up to her cell.

I pretend to be drunk as I open her cell and I can see her tense up. I lay down on the floor next to her and whisper in her ear. “Just play along, I am working on a way to get you out of here. Just scream and pretend that I am trying to have my way with you.’ I see her nod and she screams for me to let her go, to stop. She was convincing, if I wasn’t in the cell with her, I would believe that she is in trouble. She scratched herself in various areas to make it look real. I am impressed at her ingenuity.

I took her into my arms and nestled her into me, with me above her to give the illusion more was going on. I feel her calm down as I hold her, her heart rate slowing, and I know the bond is taking effect. The bond is having the same effect on me as it is on Chrissy. I nuzzle my face into her neck and take a deep whiff of her mesmerizing scent of butterscotch. My favorite candy is butterscotch. She is now my favorite candy, and my wolf is overjoyed next to her.

Chrissy rips up her clothes, making the illusion I had ripped them off her. I hated that she had to do that, I didn’t want any other wolf seeing what mine is. The rogue king is far from stupid though, and she had to make it look like I ripped the clothes off her. To cover her now naked body, I get down into my t shirt and boxers and fall asleep on top of her keeping up the illusion of forced intimacy. I fall asleep in her cell to keep her safe, she is now my everything.

In the morning, I get a mind link from the rogue king stating he is headed out. I know that now is my time to get her out of here.