The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 15: Imprisoned

**Florence**

I slowly opened my eyes. Groaning, I sat down still feeling lightheaded. I shut my eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden dizziness. My back is sore from lying on the cold floor.

“Fuck” I swear.

When I felt a little better, I looked around. My brows furrowed instantly when I was met by lines of prison cells, and lamps placed on the wall built in rough stones. Bones, broken stones, rusted chains, and ashes are in some jail cells.

There was only one thing that crossed my mind. Dungeon. I was in a dungeon.

It was common for packs to have dungeons where most criminals or werewolves who went against the law were detained. However, the place I was in was much larger. I would know after being inside in a lot of prison cells and dungeons. Of course, being a spy for a long time doesn't mean I was invisible all the time. When I was embodying a different identity, some people wanted me to stay with them, and adjusting to every such unprecedented event sometimes just messed up my plan. Those times mostly led me to be imprisoned in a dungeon. And I earned my title of a conniving spy because I always escaped no matter where I was.

I squinted my eyes, trying to see past the shadows on certain cells, but I eventually gave up because of the headache I was getting. As I expected, the liquid that Nicholas gave me was to make me faint. I was sure he didn't want me to know where their pack was. After all, the Moonstone Pack was known to be mysterious and secretive.

“Crazy bastard” I grumbled under my breath, sliding back to the stoned wall.

I leaned against the cold wall and glanced around my jail cell. The fact that my cell was clean was a relief, but I was helpless to avoid the vile smell that other prison cells had left in the air.

I sighed, remembering how I ended up here. That bastard drugged me. If I was not mistaken it was a sleeping drug. It would be a little easier to plan my escape if I just caught a glimpse of where the Moonstone Pack was.

‘Nasya’ I called for my wolf in my head. 'Are you okay?'

'Yes. You should have let me take over'

'And for them to know what we are? No thanks'

'He is our mate. Maybe he will accept us if we tell him that we can shift and explain everything to him'

'No, he is not. While his wolf might give in to the bond like you, I am sure his human side will not. He wanted a mate who was a Lycan and I highly doubt he would accept me if he knew the blood coursing through my veins. Even before that, before we can explain something, I would be dead if he knew that the woman they have been hunting for years is me’

Nasya grew silent after that. In our world, mates were a great gift from the Moon Goddess. It was equivalent to what humans believed as soulmates and beloved by vampires. But not everyone ended up loving the person the sky destined them to be, resulting in a different belief between the human and beast side.

They probably ended up being unwanted. Just like me.

Nevertheless, I sighed in relief. At least, my wolf and I were fine. Maybe I was fortunate that the liquid injected into me was a sleeping drug and not silver. Silver was the number one threat for werewolves. And I had a horrible memory of that one.

During the first three years of my training under Keith, he would inject silver into my blood. He always told me that it makes my body immune to it. It was too late for me to know that he was already using my body as a test subject to study my capability to withstand those harmful chemicals.

That man knew I was not a pure werewolf and my blood came from two exceptional people. In the end, Keith Caldwell had long wanted to get my blood. Something I knew a little too late. For many years, I thought that he truly had little care for me until he sent me to spy on the Madcrest Pride to know who their leader was.

That man played with me and let me step into his trap. I was a little late to realize that my last mission was actually to give my blood as a hybrid. The man I was with on that mission was a Lycan warrior sent by the Werewolf Council to do the same thing and that Lycan died to save me. Before I could report to the Werewolf Council, I just found out a large amount of money was placed on my head and a lot of groups wanted my head.

It was when I knew I was a step behind Keith. That man had portrayed me as the villain before I could make an appearance. And that forced me to take refuge from other packs in a different identity until I could get the chance to take my revenge. I can't take any harsh actions to reveal who I am. I need to carefully gather information and plan everything. So for now, I need to protect my wolf from others so as from my mate.

My train of thought was disturbed when I heard a metal door creaking open and the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and cedarwood reaching my nose. Then a pair of footsteps can be heard.

"This bastard" I gritted.

The smell got stronger, the footsteps grew louder as did the pounding of my heart due to my pent-up anger.

Soon after, the footsteps stop in front of my prison cell. I can see two pairs of shoes but my gaze zeroed in on those black leather shoes that were in my line of sight. I brought my gaze to meet Nicholas's eyes.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt where his lean muscles strained matched with black pants. His raven hair was unkempt making his green eyes dazzle even more. I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to brush my fingers through his soft-looking hair and run my fingers over his—

*'Stop! Stop Florence!'*

I mentally scolded myself for thinking in such a way.

"It's good that you're awake now. We can now talk about the rules you should follow before I let you out" Nicholas said in his rich, deep, and unsympathetic voice.

His laid-back and uncaring demeanor made me even more angered than I already was. I stood up and walked closer to the jail bars.

"You can shove your rules to your damn ego!" I growled.

"I will make that one slide for now. This is my last warning. The next time you talk to me in that manner, I will make sure you will regret it. I don't tolerate misbehavior and ill-mannered people especially if you will be serving me" he dangerously warned

I yelled, "Now, we are in manners. Really, Nicholas? After you do that to me!"

"I am not asking, Florence. I am ordering you" Nicholas demanded.

I know his patience was running thin by the second.

"Well, newsflash, your orders do not affect me because I am your mate!" I shot back.

"When will you stop acting like a child and just act according to what is expected of you like a good slut?" he gritted.

"What did you just call me?" I asked in disbelief, my hands balled into fists.*