The Delta's Daughter Chapter 50

LAMIA

I had counted 23 days that had gone by. I was sure my number was off though, I could only tell from the small amount of light that filtered into the dark, musky dungeon I was chained in. I couldn’t account for the days that I was unconscious for, and it was hard to figure out if a day had skipped when I would black out.

I didn’t know how long I had been here for, in all honesty. But it was too long.

The last thing I remember was being hit with something in the ass and realizing a bear shifter was carrying me away from the fight, from Zane.

I woke up once and found myself chained with silver in a small bedroom. The putrid and foul smell of rogues engulfed my lungs. I tried to reach my wolf but she was silent. I had been figuring out how to escape, when they came in and hit me with another dose of whatever the fuck it was.

The next time I woke up, I found myself in darkness. The smell of damp and mould coupled with the stale scent of blood and the cold concrete beneath my naked body, told me I was underground in some sort of dungeon.

I would later come to learn this was my torture chamber.

I had opened my eyes, my muscles stiff and sore, limbs un-wanting to move. “What the heck did they hit me with” I said aloud, my throat dry and hoarse, not expecting an answer.

I tried to reach out to Inanna, but she was silent. I could feel her but no response. The second thing I did was try to reach out to Zane and Kellen.

Again, nothing. My wolf had been fully blocked by whatever drug they had injected me with.

I moved to sit up, trying to pull my heavy body upright. I felt weak. It was then I realized and winced loudly as I felt the silver shackles on my wrist, the spiked shackles that dug into my skin. Dried blood crusted around each spike that embedded me, keeping the wounds open so the silver could poison my blood. I tried to break them off and with each pull I felt them tighten and then smelled the wolf bane they had been dipped in.

“Fuck” I whispered. How the heck was I going to get out of this? My ankles were shackled similarly, the tight cuff rubbing the skin raw. I had been trained to tolerate wolfsbane and silver to an extent, during my time at the academy. But what they had done, whoever they were, had made sure I was constantly in contact with the silver and drug, coupled with whatever else they had injected into me to keep me and my wolf in a constant state of weakness.

I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and could make out a small bucket in the corner. At least they left that there. No bed, no mattress, nothing but three walls, a cell door, and my naked shackled ass. I knew this wasn’t good.

My hands instinctively wrapped around my stomach. The pup! I didn’t even get the chance to tell Zane. Goddess please, protect my pup. I sent a silent prayer.

I sat there with my hands buried in my hair, head down, as I tried to think of any way I could possibly get out of here, or at least remove these shackles.

I felt hopeless, it was hopeless, the situation sucked. I was pulled from my train of thoughts when I heard the loud creek of a door open and close and heavy footsteps make their way closer to my cell. Each foot fall becoming clearer, as they stomped down the hall closer to me. I heard them stop outside my cell door, and I lifted my head to see a tall man standing there, his amber eyes glowing like fire and burning into me just like flames licking at my flesh. A shiver ran through me, not from the cold but from the evil aura coming off this man.

He took out a set of keys and opened the door to the cell, stepping in. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the pain and ache resonating through my limbs, my head still feeling light and fuzzy. I quickly tried to take a defensive stand but the chains restricted my movement. How was I to even use the bucket if I was shackled this tightly?

“Who are you and what do you want with me?” I questioned the man. My voice was strong despite how I felt and its dryness. I would not show fear, I would not fear him.

It seemed like a lifetime, waiting for him to answer and I was getting annoyed. I was ready to speak up again and demand he answer me, when the man let out a sinister chuckle. “You will reject your mate or suffer dire wolf” he demanded, his voice cold and rough.

“I will not.” I spat out.

“Fair enough, but you will eventually, either by your own choice or force.” He put his hands behind his back and turned his head to the side. “Guards!” he yelled and 2 men came rushing in.

“Yes my king” one of them acknowledged.

He turned his head back to face me, looking me dead in the eye. “Whip her until she submits”, the corners of his lips curving into a sly smile, then turned and walked out the cell.

That night I was whipped until I was unconscious. I thought death would claim me that night, each stroke of the poison dipped whip cut deep into me, ripping my back open, the blood gushing from the wounds and splattering the walls. I refused to cry out. I refused to submit. I would welcome death if this was my end. But they stopped when they realized I was not going to submit. Clearly, they wanted me alive.

This went on for four days straight, never giving me time to heal, never giving me water or food. On the fifth day, the same dirty amber-eyed vermin came to my cell, the same two guards accompanying him. I stood up and turned my back, ready for them to begin the torture, again.

“Oh no, not tonight, tonight I get to take you.” His vicious voice held amusement.

Take me? I turned ready to tell him to fuck off, when one of the guards stuck a needle in my neck. I growled at the action, but suddenly felt my limbs weakening and my vision becoming hazier. I felt lucid, almost drunk like. I heard the unbuckling of a belt and pants drop to the floor.

No, no no no, I knew what was coming and tried to thrash, but with each second I felt more limp, having no control over my arms and legs, I watched as my body slumped to the floor, my lips dry and throat parched as I tried to protest, but only a hoarse sound came out. I was aware of everything happening, hazy but aware, and unable to do anything about it.

I cried when I felt him enter me, felt him harshly violate me over and over. There was nothing I could do. I could feel everything but had no control over my body. Tears slipped down the corners of my eyes and I tried to scream when his canines pierced my skin over Zane’s mark. The burning sensation was excruciating, but the only sound I could make was a whispered choke as he grunted and finished inside me. He got up to leave the cell, but turned just as he stood in the frame.

“ You will submit me, one way or another. Either of your own free will or by force, you see every time I fuck you, your mate feels it. How many times can he endure you cheating on the bond before he tears his heart from his own body? I will mark you and you will carry my heir. If not, then you are as good as dead.” He stressed the words and chuckled at the end.

I wanted to tell him to just kill me then, because I would never submit, I would never bear his offspring. I would rather die. 

After an hour, I was finally able to move and could feel his semen caked to the inside of my legs, as it dripped out.

I prayed for my mate, I prayed for our pup, I prayed that Kellen could sense me and find me. I prayed for the death of this evil disgusting man.

The next day, I was given some sort of porridge and a bottle of water that I was sure was laced with wolfsbane. I ate it and welcomed the water.

For three days, they fed me. On the 9th day, he visited again. Storming into my cell and ripping my head to the side, “Fucking mark is still there!” he seethed. I could feel the anger rolling off him, a frustrated growl resonating from his chest. “Reject him you whore!” he yelled at me.

“Never!” I spat, lifting my chin to look directly into his eyes.

The crack of his hand hitting me echoed through the dark cell, my head whipped to the side. I smirked as my mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood and spat it in his face.

“You must be Silas, the poor vindictive half brother of the true king” I laughed, taunting him.

It probably wasn’t a good idea as I felt his fist connect with my face again. If it wasn’t for the chains holding me up, I was sure I would have hit the wall.

“You will submit bitch!” I could hear him taking deep breaths, his chest heaving with frustration.

I held my head up. I would not break. His orbs glowed as they scowled at me, shooting daggers. His dirty blond hair long and curling around his ears, his putrid stench making me want to vomit. This fucker violated me.

“I will die before I submit to the like of you!” I sneered.

His face twisted with fury, outraged by defiance. His fist plowed into my stomach, knocking the air out of me. He rained down blow after blow on me until I could smell the sweat seeping from him. I hung there a bloody mess with broken ribs, a broken nose and I was sure my jaw had been dislocated too.

I laughed at him as he stormed from the cell in a huff. I will not break. I will not submit. I repeated over and over. He came back shortly and again I was injected and raped.

Zane, oh god Zane, please be strong, please find me.

On the 11th day, or night, I had, remarkably, begun to heal slowly, but my wounds were closing up and I was thankful. I didn’t know how this was possible without my wolf. I knew she was there but was being blocked; maybe it was her or maybe something else.

I tried to reach out to Kellen, knowing he was the most likely I would be able to reach due to our bond. But I was only met with silence. Doubt was starting to creep into my mind about whether I would get out of this or not. I couldn’t help the muffled sobs I let out.

The 17th day was what almost broke me. Silas had come and raped me again, trying to mark me over Zane’s mark, again. I had been whipped and beaten a few times in between, but it was this particular night I felt true pain, heartbreak and betrayal.

At some point, I had let myself drift into darkness, my body weak from the torture, the silver cuffs and the poison they were giving me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and slipped into a dreamless state of sleep. I woke with a jolt, the familiar scent hitting my nose. Panic began to rise up in my body. No! They couldn’t have her, no not her!

Confusion set in as I laid eyes on the owner of the floral scent. Kira.

She was sitting on the other side of the bars outside my cell, perched on a stool, smacking gum in between her teeth.

“Kira…” I choked out, baffled at her presence.

“Oh good you’re awake” she hopped off the stool and stood closer to the cell door, her brown curls bouncing around her face, careful not to touch the bars she peered through, a glint in her eyes.

“Surprised to see me bestie?” She chuckled, examining her nails.

She wasn’t here under captivity, she wasn’t here with a rescue party, she was part of this. She smirked at me,

“Guess you have figured out that I helped get you here.” Putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head, an unknowing look on her face “You really do deserve this, you know. You could have had everything but you didn’t want it.

So I am going to take it from you. You may be a strong and big wolf, but you are weak on the inside.” She threw her head back and laughed.

“W-why Kira? Why? You were my friend!” I stammered, my eyes filling with tears as she stood there with a mocking look.

Her brown orbs were becoming darker and her face twisted into a scowl.

“WHY!” she yelled, “Because you had everything! You had the prince, the strength, every guy wanted you and every girl wanted to be you. Then you had to turn into a fucking dire wolf! Like you weren’t powerful enough! My father wouldn’t even turn his pack over to me and my fucking mate betrayed me, sided with you! YOU!”

She blew out a breath and narrowed her eyes further at me, her red face contorted in resentment. “Travis was going to rat me out when he found out I was the one who leaked the information of you leaving school. The attack was aimed at Kellen, but you had to be there and be the fucking bitch hero as per usual.”

Travis? Travis is her mate. “Kira, where is Travis?” I was almost afraid to ask and didn’t expect an answer either.

Things were making sense now, she knew about us leaving the academy earlier, she knew I wasn’t running with the pack on my birthday and she knew I was at Golden Circle and Zane was my mate. She knew everything. I had told her everything, thinking she was my best friend. I trusted her. I trusted her to keep my secret.

She threw her head back and laughed, her shrill voice filling the stale and moldy air.

“Travis the bitch, weak Alpha,” she cackled again, she was like a crazed woman, not the Kira I was used to, or thought I knew “Well you see, I couldn’t kill him, not yet anyway, so he has a cell in the next corridor over.”

Travis was here. Had he been here this whole time? He had been missing for months. Oh gods what had they done to him. What had she done?

“We were friends, Kira...” My voice was pleading, trying to appeal to her softer side.

“FRIENDS! FRIENDS! Do you have any idea how hard it was pretending to be your friend, sure you could kick ass but you were useless, whiny, oh Kellen this, Kellen that…” she mocked and smirked viciously “…now Silas will make me queen and you will breed us warriors, with your dire wolf blood and his royal blood, he will be unstoppable! And I, well, I get the power and I get to live in the fancy palace and rule and Silas will ensure wolves are the Alpha shifters.”

She was fucking nuts, bat shit crazy! Her reasoning didn’t even make sense. I said just as much to her.

The sound of multiple footsteps rang out down the hall. Whoever was coming was big and there were three of them. As their clumsy foot falls got closer,Kira shifted to the side.

“About time you boys showed up, ready to have your fun I hope?” her words slithered with joy.

Three men appeared outside my cell and I watched in horror as Kira unlocked the door for them and stepped aside so they could enter. The small cell suddenly seemed even smaller; the three overly large men filled the tiny room. Their sheer size took up every available space. I could smell the putrid stench of alcohol on them, almost enough to mask the scent of their bear.

One of the men lifted a bottle to his mouth, took a swig and stepped closer to me, his face a hair breath from mine. I turned my face in disgust when his tongue darted out and licked my cheek. Cringing, I heard the traitorous voice of my former friend again. 

“You will submit to the true king or you will die.” She cackled. I saw her take a seat on the stool again from the corner of my eye. “I hope your Mate enjoys his night.” Pure evil was written across her smug smirk.

I growled and thrashed as hard as I could when one of the men grabbed my arms, pinning them together above my head, while the other two threw me to the floor after slacking the chains, laughing.

I will not break. I will not submit.

I was pinned to the floor as they took their turn on me multiple times, cheering each other on, all the while consuming more alcohol. I was surprised they could even function. I could hear Kira in the background “That’s it boys do her good”. At some point, she left.

I tried not to scream but I couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my face. Their claws tore into me as they violated me over and over.

At first I felt the sting from the pain, but after a while I just went numb as they groped and bit me, and thrust themselves into me, taking turns like I was a merry go round. Laughing and drinking like it was some kind of party. My body jolted as they rammed me. One would hold my arms, while another would rape me, not caring which ‘hole’ they entered, and the third spilt his cum on my face or other body part.

They would shout profanities at me: “bitch, whore, fucking wolf”. They would egg each other on cheering when they found their release, hi fiving when one or the other would switch places like they were tagging in.

I tried to drown them out. I closed my eyes tight thinking of home, of my family, of my friends, of Kellen, of Zane, thinking of Mike and his addictive smile, praying for the life of my baby until all I wished, was for death to take me.

I will not break. I will not submit.

I don’t know how long it lasted, it felt like hours, when they finally had had their fill they left, but not before spitting and pissing all over me and throwing some kicks at me for good measure.

When I heard them leave the dungeon, and the sound of silence was all that filled the air, I curled into a ball and welcomed the darkness that had become my friend.

I sobbed against the cold floor, my naked body trembling. I couldn’t see the damage they had done but I could feel it. I feel their sperm and my blood trickling down my thighs and between the crack of my cheeks. I could smell their seeds and scents that covered my body. Their piss stung the cuts and mixed with the blood from the marks their claws made on me permeating the air.

I will not break. I will not submit.

I repeated this constantly but I felt my resolve breaking, my walls crumbling.

I let myself cry hard and dug my nails into the concrete floor, as I tried to flood my thoughts with images of my family and Zane. I can survive this for them.

How I wished for Zane’s arms to be wrapped around me, to be lying in our bed cuddled up, to see his smile, his cold yet sexy pale eyes. To touch; goddess how I wished to feel his fingers lazily trace over my skin. To be able to kiss him once last time.

 The darkness began taking over me until my breath became shallow and I could no longer keep my eyes open. Eyes fluttering closed to images of my love. My mate.

I was left alone in the days that followed. Every now and then, someone would come to my cell to give me a beating or throw porridge at me. I was getting stronger. When the bear shifters had abused me, they had been rough and jarred one of my shackles loose so the spikes were not sticking into my ankle, that one relief allowed me to begin healing somewhat and gain a little strength back.

It was during this time that doubt, self-pity and shame started to seep their way in. Doubt, that I will get out of here, pity for my current predicament and shame for what has been done to me. I knew Zane would feel everything that I had endured, through the mate bond.

I hope he can stay strong. I hoped he would live.

‘I’m so sorry Zane’ I silently said. Would he still want me if I ever got out of this? Would he still love me? Will he be just as disgusted with me as I am with myself?

“Why moon goddess, why?” I asked the empty room. This was not what I thought the Fates would have in-store for me. I never wanted to be anything special. I wanted to be a part of the Royal guard, maybe even a Gamma or the Royal Delta, meet my fated mate, be happy, grow old with them, have pups.

Not this. I never thought this was in my future. “Goddess did I wrong you so badly that you would punish me? Was I not a good daughter, is this how you bless a chosen one?” I asked the bare walls again.

I had never doubted the moon goddess, not even when Kellen and I were not fated. I accepted it, believing it was in the goddess's plans. But how was this meant to be? I doubted her now, I was supposedly a chosen, so how can she allow this to happen to me?

I hadn’t seen Kira or Silas, not until the 23rd day, or the 23rd day I had counted and been conscious of.

I heard her voice first before she came to stand in front of my cell.

“Clean her up!” she barked “The king wants the stench washed from her before he comes to fuck her, he returns tomorrow.” Her spiteful tone rang out. She clicked her tongue, looking down at me, tapping her foot, before walking away.

Two men came with buckets of ice-cold water and threw them over me, shocking my system. They proceeded to use a broom to scrub my skin, rubbing it raw. Once done, they left me still wet and shivering, my hair clinging to my face, icy water dripping down my back and front. My teeth chattered and my body shuddered fighting the cold. They came back and scrubbed out the floor of the cell and gave me a fresh bucket, then left, closing the door, leaving me in darkness and self-loathing again.

I will not break. I will not submit.

I was able to huddle in a corner, wrapping my arms around my knees and bringing them to my chest in an effort to find some warmth. If their beatings didn’t kill me, then I would be damned if I were to give them the satisfaction of freezing to death.

I laughed inwardly, how ironic it would be if I died of a human disease like pneumonia.

I closed my eyes and pictured my family again; I had to stay strong for them. I had to stay strong for Zane. I had to stay strong for our baby. Our baby. I had no idea if he was OK. I couldn’t even ask my wolf. I just had to hope he would survive.

I felt a pressure on my brain, like shards of ice piercing it, and thought the cold water had given me a headache until I heard his husky voice, like an angel, his words floated through my mind and, for the first time since I was kidnapped, I had true hope, real hope.

*Lamia, Lams baby, If you can hear me, we are coming for you. Stay strong baby, we will find you.*

*Kellen, oh goddess Kellen!* I gasped as his voice filled my head. I tried to talk back to him but the shards pierced my brain harder and I grabbed my head, crying out. Only to be met with silence.

I know I didn’t imagine it, I heard him. Hope filled me that they were near, that this nightmare would be over soon.

‘They are coming’ I heard but a whisper from Inanna from somewhere deep. I reached out to her and felt her presence, weak but there. I whispered her name ‘Stay strong, not much longer’. She whispered back and then she was gone again, hidden in the back of my mind again.

‘Please, please,' I begged the Moon Goddess. Please let this be over. I don’t know how much more I can take. I pray for a miracle or a quick death moon goddess. If I am truly of your blood, have mercy on me.’ I begged her.

For all the training I was given at the academy, they had never prepared me for what I have gone through.

That night, I dreamt of Zane, a happy dream where we were sitting by a lake laughing and dipping our toes in the water. I dreamt of our son who was the spitting image of his father and watched as they played and felt their love. I dreamt of Kellen and Mike, sitting in the royal garden at our favorite fountain as the three of us laid three gazing at the stars.

I dreamt of the library, the flickering pages and glowing words. The dream was different, in slow motion as the same page floated down around me, one phrase highlighted amongst the others:

She will rise above the kings and take her place as queen of alphas.

The Queen of all shifters.

I dreamt of a woman with hair as white as snow, and skin as black as night, her eyes an unnatural hew of violet with an ethereal glow. “Child” she called to me from the other side of the bookshelves. “This is not your end, you have a destiny. They will come for you, but I am sorry for what more you will endure. Find yourself and you will find your place. You are a Queen.” She spoke softly and sorrowful and disappeared as quickly as she had entered.

Then I saw him, shrouded in darkness, but his ocean blue eyes met mine, his lips moved but no sound came out. I tried to get closer to him, calling his name, but the closer I ran the further he became.

I jolted awake, clamoring to my feet as I heard the roar of bears and howls of wolves, men shouting and running. Something was happening.