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My entire body shakes at his tone.
I’ve never heard Daniel sound like this. Did I break him?
He never would’ve considered the possibility of me doing something like this before. Hell, I’ve always followed whatever ridiculous rule or scheme he’s had for me. Getting pregnant with the child of Theodore, the alpha who he’s been banking on taking down, is on a whole other level than he was expecting.
His arm lowers slowly to his side as he turns to stare at me in complete surprise.
“You fucked him,” he whispers.
“I’m sorry,” is all I can think to say in response.
I don’t move when he grabs me again, this time hauling me up by my arm and dragging me to a bookshelf behind his large desk. He pulls a book toward him, activating the secret room hidden behind it.
My stomach instantly sinks, knowing exactly where this is going.
“No!” I tug at his hold on me, digging my feet into the carpet. “No! Don’t!”
He ignores me and drags me farther, barely affected at all with his alpha strength. My wolf roars and scratches at the inside of my mind, daring me to let her out to finish off the problem that’s been plaguing us since we were young.
Inside the secret room, there is a barely visible trapdoor hidden partially by another carpet. Daniel crumples up the letter in his hand and tosses it before leaning down to grab at the latch and pull it up, opening the trapdoor.
The stairs down into it are barely visible in the poor lighting.
“Daniel, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Tears are falling freely down my face at this point.
And still, he ignores me.
He drags me down into the cellar as I kick and scream at him to let me go. His grip on my arm hurts so bad that I know he’s going to leave his handprints behind after he lets go. There are several holding cells down here, most of them dusty and unused, except for the last one at the very end.
That one, I’m familiar with all too well.
“Please,” I sob. “I-I’ll get rid of it.”
“It’s too late for that,” he says, unlocking the door. “You’ve done the damage. It can’t be undone.”
“Daniel, I swear it meant nothing,” I lie. “I promise.”
He throws me into the cell, yanking the door shut behind me. The grinding of the locking mechanism causes me to flinch.
“The next time I see you,” he says, walking back to the stairs, “you’ll be someone else’s problem.”
I scream at him as he slams the door shut, plunging me into complete darkness.
Grace
Time passes so slowly that I lose track of the days that roll by.
In the dark recesses of the dungeon that Daniel considers a cellar, I’m left to nothing but my own thoughts.
At first it scares me, being down here with no one but myself. Everything is silent aside from my own breathing, and the only light source I have is a small crack from the cellar door not exactly fitting back into the warped frame, which shines a little light down the steps.
There’s no discernible schedule for when I’m brought food, or how much or how little it’ll be, until I hear the telltale heavy footsteps descending down the stairs and an enforcer tosses me a paper bag with whatever scraps they decide to feed me that day.
There’s no room for talking or questioning when I’ll be let out of here.
For all I know, I’ll never be. I’ll be forced to stay down here until the end of my pregnancy, and who knows what will happen to my baby once I have them.
Will Daniel have them taken away from me? Or will we be forced to live down here for the rest of our lives?
I’ve never seen him so angry before, so there’s no telling what his wrath is capable of.
Even when my father defected and left me behind-that was nothing compared to this.
I don’t cry though. I won’t give Daniel, or the enforcers who toss food at me like I’m nothing more than the livestock we keep for the winter months, the satisfaction of seeing me break down. I’m tired of showing them my weaknesses and having them used against me.
When the door to the cellar is opened, I don’t bother looking up from where I’m hunched in the corner of my cell. There’s no point anymore.
They’ll either throw the food somewhere near enough that I can reach through the bars and grab it, or it’ll be just out of reach and I’ll be forced to watch the paper bag while I starve.
“Grace?” someone whispers.
Leaning over toward the bars, I crawl until I can feel them in front of me. A flare of light flashes from over by the stairs, catching my attention.
My breath is frozen in my lungs while I watch the figure grow closer to me.
“Grace!” they whisper again.
My eyes widen. “Delilah?”
Instantly, I’m pushing myself up onto my feet, but soon fall back to the floor again. My legs burn from the pins and needles racing through them. The cellar floor is pure concrete, making it almost unbearable to lay or sit on comfortably.
The light from the flame in her hand-a candle, I realize as she stands in front of my cell-flickers slightly. “Oh my gods, you really are down here.”
She squats, her eyes panicked and frightened.
I reach for her through the bars. She’s warm under my touch, and finally, after what’s felt like weeks without human contact, I begin to tear up.
“You just disappeared the night you said you were sending that letter.” She’s talking in a low voice, almost a whisper. “I got so worried something happened to you.”
“How long has it been?”
She shakes her head at me. “Almost three weeks.”
My stomach clenches.
Three weeks…and I haven’t been able to contact Theodore at all. Did he worry about my letters completely drying up? We’d been sending them back and forth every two to three days.