My Ruthless Alpha Mate

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thick blankets pulled up to my shoulders. I was provided a meal and was able to use a private bathroom to shower and freshen up. The medical staff was friendly and helpful. Ev

face. I couldn't understand it. How dare he! He's the one that stabbed me. I haven't done anything to him. I didn't even know him. As far as I knew, he hadn't come to visit me or anything either. He clearly doesn't care about

s, though there are still burn marks circling my wrists. However, now the bars to my cell are silver so there is no escaping them. The man that had stayed behi

I are still on different pages when it comes to our mate. "He must have his reasons

of cells that are surrounded by silver bars. There are no windows so there is no way to know what is on the other side or what time of day it is. I spot a camera in the upper corner of my cell and I'm sure all of the cages are the same way. On the opposite wall on the far left s

the burning liquid from my face. When I look up, I see the man that is supposed to be questioning me. He doesn't say anything. He just sets his now empty pail down and walks away. "What am I doing here?! Let me out!" I call after him. He just continues his way without even looking back

of his voice, his muscular biceps and broad shoulders that stretched the material of his shirt, the light stubble that covered his chiseled jaw.... And of course, his mesmerizing blue eyes. They were bluer than the sky and the contrast with his dark hair and tanned skin seemed to make them that much brighter. I could stare into his eyes for days. If o

her. What a load of crock. All my mate has given me is a dungeon and a brief stay at a hospital. I don't even know who he is. However, at one point I could feel his strong aura coming off him. Typically, that type of power is only for Alphas... though I have no idea why it didn't affect me if that was the case. Plus,

le. I don't even know how long it has been since I last ate or was given anything to drink. Sheer exhaustion is beginning to overtake me and my body feels jittery. This is definitely not how I expected this to

rately hoping to see my mate. Maybe he's finally here to set me free, tell me he's sorry. I look towards the approaching sound and am disappointed when my interrogator appears before me. He slowly steps up to my cage and kneels

ing the drinks just out of reach means that they are going to cost some answers first.

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ly as it slides down my parched throat. I involuntarily let out a whimper as gratefulness fills me. I really needed this. Af

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letting out a sigh. I pass the drink back to him before he continues his line

hat is he talking about? "I- I didn

y mouth and spreads down my body. I instantly begin to gag as I bend over on my hands and knees and begin heaving up the little bit of water that I had just drank. My eyes begin to water as I continue to retch up bile. The man stands up, grabbing his two glasse

ning my gaze to the material balled up in my hand. With a closer inspection I realize it's a thin, scratchy gown. I look up to see him glaring at me, waiting for me to do as I'm bid. I clear my throat and widen my eyes pointedly, wondering if he'll understand what I'm getting at.

"Stand back. Any sudden moves and you'll be punished. Understand?" he announces harshly. For a millisecond my eyes open wide with surprise before I nod and do as I'm told. This is punishment enough. I don't wan

d pins them behind my back as he marches me to the other end of the room and into a new cell. My eyes sweep across the small space and my mouth instantly turns dry as though I've swallowed a cup of sand. The only thing in the room i

biting down on my lip, trying to keep myself from crying out. "Why are you doing this? I don't understand what this is all about!" I exclaim as he does the same to my other wrist. As soon as I'm secured, he wal

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'm like this and he pushes the lever back up, loosening the changes so that I'm dropped to the floor with a thud. The man unhooks the cuffs and throws them to the side before leaving me behind in the ce