The Delta's Daughter Chapter 115

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For three days, they bought me food, if you can call it that. Although I didn’t expect them to bring me anything and I really shouldn’t complain considering the situation I was in.

I had yet to feel Conri stir in even the slightest way. That didn’t stop me from trying to reach out to Lamia or the other guys whenever I found the strength to try. And even though I knew my efforts were in vain, I still held out hope.

They had to be looking for me. I knew they would. I just couldn’t understand how I got here. My memories are still blurry. I can remember leaving Lonely City with Mike and I remember we stopped at some rundown diner… and that’s where everything goes blank.

They gave me porridge. I knew the disgusting watery substance that tasted like bland glue was laced with something that was keeping my wolf at bay. I just didn’t know what.

I ate the gluey food, only because if I had any chance of getting out of this mess, I needed food to keep up what little strength I had.

At least now, I was coherent and could think straight. Despite Conri, my wolf's absence, I could at least form a thought.

I knew I was in a large cargo boat of sorts. The smell of the saltwater that surrounded me and the dizzy swaying I would feel now and then from the lurch of the boat told me I was in open water.

Where though

It would be frivolous to try and escape while in this metal box. Who’s to say if I did manage to get out of this cage, that I wouldn’t be stuck, my efforts wasted, just to find out I was in the middle of the ocean

And if I jumped into the ocean, my chances of survival were slim. No one could last in the wide-open waters, not for any extended amount of time. I would either drown or get eaten by some creature.

I let out a low growl of frustration, the growl sounding weak without my counterpart to fuel my anger at being in this goddess-forsaken situation.

I would have to wait until we pulled into a port or somewhere, wherever my final destination was.

By the fourth day of being held in this 10x8 cell, I had refused the porridge. I would rather go hungry if there was a chance of getting my wolf to come back. I would need him, more than the food, if I planned to escape anytime soon.

Refusing to eat earned me another 20 lashes, they were painful but I endured them. Not giving them the satisfaction of hearing my pain, I bit my cheek and remained silent. Gritting down each throbbing sting as the single tail whip doused in wolfsbane, cracked against my open wounded back.

The lacerations from the first whipping hadn’t closed up completely, and the lashes I received this time, opened them all up again.

The man ‘Darrius’ as I had heard him called, laughed after the last blow he administered. “You must be a strong ‘un, to take this kind of beating. Jack said you were exceptional and to not take any chances. Look at ya’ now though,” He came closer to me and bent to my level. His disgusting hot breath so close to my face made me sick. I could taste the smell of his rotten teeth.

“My name is Kellen Moon, Alpha of the New Moon Pack, and King of the werewolves. There has been a mistake.” I had tried several times to get these men to listen to me. Each time I was met with laughter, made fun of, they jeered at my title.

“I’m a king! Look at me! Not so high and mighty now eh ” the fat stale smelling one mocked in a childlike taunt, his feet kicking my legs from under me.

“A weak wolf with no future, not sure where you came from, but where you’re going you will wish you had died on this boat. Wished we ‘ad fed ya to the sharks.” He cackled as he left my cage.

The click of the padlock and his retreating footsteps left me back in silence. Save for the odd call of a gull or the straining sound of the creaking hull as the waves lapped at the side of the boat.

Saliva mixed with blood, strung from my mouth as he left me there hanging. My arms were held high by the metal chains, and my knees bent barely touching the cold metal floor. I didn’t have the strength to stand up. So I let the chains take my weight, causing the cuffs to bite into my already raw and bleeding wrists.

On the fifth day, the loud and invading blow of the boat's horn woke me from another blackout. I blinked my eyes open, straining them towards the door of the hull. I could see a streak of light shining through from somewhere.

That one beam of yellow warmth lit up the dank hull and I wished I could reach out and touch it, feel the sun's warmth radiate on my skin. I closed my eyes and imagined I was by the lake, lying out on the mossy rocks, the sun beating down on me.

The Horn blew again, startling me from my daydreaming. I hear a commotion from above then the thump and clank of footsteps coming down metal stairs. In no time the bald, dirty fat shit of a man, with the same stained white shirt, came through the hulls door that was opposite my cage, followed by Darrius and a large burly looking man.

I lifted my nose to scent the new guy. I could get no scent from him, except for sweat and alcohol. If I had to take a guess, by his size, I would say he was a bear shifter. He wore a bright and menacing smile on his face.

“Prince-ee!” He beamed like we were old friends. “So sorry you had to be locked up like some dangerous rogue or criminal, but ya know, we gotta do what we gotta do!” He smirked “We don’t want you running away before we can get you to your new home now, do we”

I looked at him puzzled and without amusement. Who the fuck was this guy Was he the one running the show here

As if reading my mind, he clicked his tongue and narrowed his blue eyes at me. Folding his hands behind his back, he stepped closer to the cage, leaning in. “I’m insulted that you don’t recognize me, but not to worry. I’m sure your little Queen would recognize me, all the times I fucked her while in the dungeons of MacTire. A nice piece of pussy that one. Wouldn’t you say so” His mocking voice was berating and I let out a low growl.

The man laughed at me and clicked his tongue again when I pulled and shook the chains. Realization dawned on me, that this was one of the men that violated Lamia for days, 3 years ago when she was kidnapped and held at MacTire.

If I had my wolf, we would have broken free from these chains, from this cage and I would rip his heart out without mercy.

“Jacks the name and trafficking is my game, and you Prince-ee, are going to make me a lotta money.” He introduced himself and gave me a mock bow. That stupid, condescending smirk was still plastered on his face.

He turned away and began to walk out of the hull, not before calling back to the man named Darrius. “Get him in the cuffs, we dock in 30 minutes. Oh and just in case, give him a little extra of the Cartbanamol serum. Don’t want him wolfing out on us.”