Mated to Another, Imprisoned by Him Chapter 06

Mated to Another, Imprisoned by Him Chapter 06 Captive 

The back of my neck throbbed, numb and aching.

Above me, a familiar ceiling-the room I’d lived in for three years in the Silver Moon Pack.

The air reeked of Winder’s pheromones, chokingly thick, mixed with the blood and medicine.

I tested my wrist. The iron chain clanked.

He’d cuffed my wrists to the headboard.

I twisted, struggling.

The chain bit into my skin, rubbing my arms raw.

I called to my wolf. Nothing.

Nick had stabilized my wolf soul with expensive meds.

Winder had forced it into dormancy.

Beyond his stifling scent, something else lingered.

I frowned, sniffing. Wolf soul suppressant.

He’d used it on me-the moment my soul had just begun to stabilize.

He wanted to ruin me. Turn me into a hollow shell.

Then mold me into a toy.

Defeated, I let the chain drop.

The door opened.

Winder walked in, carrying a bowl of medicine. Fresh wounds. Still limping.

He saw me struggling and crossed the room to set the bowl down.

“Quit it,” he said softly. “Struggling makes it worse. You’ll hurt yourself.”

He reached for my face. I turned away. His hand froze.

“When are you letting me go?”

He pulled back, lifting the bowl. “Drink first. Your wolf soul-

“Winder.” My voice was flat. “Keeping me chained forever?”

He stared at the bowl, silent.

“Nina,” he finally said, “hate me. Hit me. Curse me. But I’m not letting you go.”

Spoon to my lips. “Drink.”

I shut my eyes, jaw locked.

He held it there, motionless.

Time passed. His voice turned rough.

“Nina, if you can’t stand me, I’ll stay away. But you drink.”

He left. At the door, he stopped. “Guards outside. Don’t run.”

The door shut.

Pain pulsed from my neck. I touched it. Clear bite marks on my gland.

He’d marked me. While I was out.

My head buzzed, blood rushing.

I yanked the chains, rattling them wildly, not caring as my wrists tore.

Useless.

Three days.

He kept me chained. His scent saturated the room.

Meals arrived. Meds beside the tray. Drink, chains loosen for an hour. Refuse, stay locked.

Third evening, I drank.

Not surrender. I needed strength.

Chains loosened. I walked to the window.

The garden roses were replaced. Sally’s pinks were gone. My reds now.

I turned away coldly as a knock sounded.

The door opened.

Winder stood there.

Three days, and he was gaunt. Cheekbones sharp, eyes sunken.

Alpha healing should have fixed him. Instead, fresh wounds.

Nick.

He hadn’t given up.

He’d never abandon me.

“Where’s Nick?” I demanded.

His face hardened.

“…Don’t mention him.”

“I asked where Nick is!” I stepped toward him. “What did you do?”

His throat bobbed. He reached for me. I slapped his hand away.

“He’s at the border.” His hand hung in the air. “Blocked the pass. Said if I don’t release you in three days, he’ll flatten the Silver Moon Pack.”

Relief. Nick was safe.

Winder saw it. His eyes darkened. He stepped forward, pinning me to the windowsill.

Arms caged me. Hot breath on my face.

“You care about him that much?”

“He’s my mate. Of course I care.” I met his gaze. “You marked me while I was out. I’ll never acknowledge it.”

I shoved him.

“I’ll never choose you.”

His eyes reddened. He pressed his forehead to my shoulder. His wound split, blood soaking my clothes.

“I don’t care.” His voice was raw. “Hate me. Deny me. Nina, I won’t let go.”

I pushed him off.

Madness burned in his eyes.

“Three days,” he said. “Full moon. If he comes, I’ll kill him.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

I glared.

He froze, then smiled.

No warmth.

“I would.” His fingers brushed my cheek. “For you, I’d do anything.”

“I’ll kill him so you can never think of him again.”

Panic and rage.

Nick would come.

I had to protect him.