Chapter 5: Chapter 5

LUCIUS

I woke up with a pang in my head and heart.

My heart felt heavy as I stared around the room I was in. All I could see was nothing but white ceilings. I stared at the ceilings for a while with a foggy head.

My heart was racing like I had just run a race of five hundred meters. I could hear my heart beating rapidly. I tried hard to contain my breathing, but I couldn't.

I was able to contain my breathing after a while. I tried hard to remember what brought me here, and all I could remember was my mate.

I could remember the hatred I harbored for my mate.

She doesn't care about anything or anybody. She brought me to her pack forcefully, and when I tried to escape, she almost killed me. She told the guards to throw me in a cold room, which I thought she was bluffing about, but it's nothing like I had thought.

The cold room is a place I can describe as a torture room. The room is so cold that I would have been dead if I wasn't a werewolf. I knew that I would have been able to withstand that if I were to be a high-ranking werewolf, but I wasn't.

I was an ordinary werewolf or an omega. I'm the weakest of the pack, and I'm a nobody. I felt tears build up in my eyes, and I tried hard to stop them from falling, but to no avail. I had the feeling of being held by someone. I could feel the pain of what my friend had done to me. I feel like I was paying for something I didn't do, even though I knew I did nothing to her or had no connection with her before. I wallowed in pain and grief for the loss of my fiance, whom I greatly missed.

I was hoping that my mate would be like that of Selene, who rejected her immediately, but mine was different. It was as if she brought me here to torture me. How does she expect me to stay in a place and lock me up like some kind of prisoner?

I have heard stories about her, but I didn't know she was the one. I had overheard one of the guards who she told to guard me talk about her.

Her name was Freya, and immediately I heard that my heart stopped beating instantly. It was as if my heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand. I couldn't believe the moon goddess could be this angry with me and pair me against someone so cruel. I don't know how to explain her attitude. I have heard a lot of stories about her being cruel, and it's nothing compared to what I heard. The experience I had with her was different. I have heard that she only cares about herself.

I knew that I had to do something to put an end to this. I knew I had to do something to stop her from hurting me more. I knew I had to try escaping again, even if it would cost me my life. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine immediately as I remembered my experience in the cold room. It was as if I were being frozen like the fish we eat. I could now understand the plight of the fish.

They would be nothing but dead in seconds if they weren't dead before. It was as if they were made to suffer. I could tell why the fish turned stiff after a while. I could feel my heart beating with the need to escape. I could hear whispers from my wolf. My wolf also wanted me to escape from my wicked mate.

I started jerking around, trying to break myself off from the chains that were tied to my hand. I knew that they must be on my hands and on my legs because of my mate's order. I feel myself growing angry with my mate, but I knew that there was nothing I could do about it. I knew that things had been decided, but I'll not give up easily.

I knew the implications of getting caught, but that doesn't bother me. I knew that my mate would probably be the end of me. I kept trying to wriggle free from the shackles on my hands and legs, even though it hurt.

"You should stay still if you don't want to get hurt," I heard a voice say, and I turned to look in the direction of the person, and it turned out to be a woman in her sixties who had a jacket on like those nurses in hospitals.

"That would be better, and I'll keep on doing it to get killed because I'll be free from the hands of my wicked mate," I said with a pause while breathing heavily. "I hate to know I'm mated to someone like her; she is nothing but a devil incarnate," I added with a deep sigh as I stared at her from head to toe.

"She isn't like that; she isn't someone like that," she said, and I rolled my eyes while staring at her. "You don't know her at all. I have not spent some time with her, but I know her better than you. She is nothing but a psycho who only wants to get what she wants and wants everybody to do as she wishes.

"She is my daughter, and I know what she is capable of. She must be enraged with you for something you did. She might be cruel and all that, but she doesn't hurt innocent people without a reason," she said, and I stared at her with wide eyes.

I couldn't believe what was happening. She is her mother, and I have no doubt that she was going to support her daughter. I knew that mothers would want to hide their daughters' evil deeds, and she was no different. "I don't know what you have done, but I hope you guys will be able to resolve all the issues you have. She is more dangerous than you might think; she is more dangerous when she is angry. Anyways, I'm Caitlyn Woods, and you are?" she said.

"I'm Lucius Wolf. You can't view her the way I do. You can't, because you are her mother. If you were to ask who she really is from anyone else, you would hear the truth about them. You will not be able to change my view of her; she will always be the wicked and cruel Alpha I knew." I spat angrily while staring at her.

"It's enough, Caitlyn; you should leave him alone now. You can't change the way he looks at her. Time will depend on how he looks at her," I heard a deep baritone voice say. I could feel my body overreacting, wanting to submit to the person. I have not felt anything like that before.

I have felt the need to submit to anyone, even though I'm an Omega, but I have to do that voluntarily. I knew that they might feel like I'm questioning their order, and I don't want that, but the man's case was different. I turned to look at the person, and I saw a man who was six feet tall with beards covering his jaws. He had a cold look on his face, despite not being angry.

From the expression on the man's face, he had a playful look, but the look on his face was different. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.

I knew with no doubt that the man must be a man of power. I then remembered that the man had called Freya's mother, and he called her name. He must be her mate, and I was glad that he didn't want to keep on talking me into accepting her for who they knew her to be. "Who are you?" I asked as I stared at him with a questioning look on my face. I knew that he must be her father for calling Caitlyn her name. "I'm Freya's father. My name is Stephen," he said, and I nodded my head at his reply. I suddenly felt cold. I started shivering, and soon it came to Caitlyn's notice.

"What is happening to him?" Stephen asked with a worried look on his face. "I don't know," she replies worriedly.

I could feel my eyes getting cloudy. I could feel my whole body in pain. It was as if I was thrown back into the cold room again, and this time the experience was worse than before.

"I'll have to sedate you; your body is not well and your cells are overreacting. You should be fine within hours, and I can't say it won't persist for hours, but you will not feel the pain like you would when you are unconscious," she said, and I nodded, having no choice but to allow her to do that. "Just get it done!" I yelled with veins popping out of my head, and before I could complete my word, I could feel something enter my body, and before I could say Jack, I fell into oblivion.