I was dying literally. It was too much. He hadn't come back to the room for three days, maybe four. I was starving, gosh I hated him and hated the moon goddess even more. What did I ever do to deserve such pain? It was too much.

I looked around the room for the millionth time trying to find an escape route, the dreary blue paint was already peeling off and unfortunately, the room was made of bricks, you'd guess right if you'd guessed that I tried to punch the walls which I did, but it just resulted in a broken arm, that has now refused to heal properly because I was low on fuel.

The window, or rather hole in the wall, was less than appealing. My finger was the only thing that had seen or felt the sun since he locked me up in here.

This son of a bitch brought me to another dungeon, but just one, with a very comfortable bed.

That I still could not enjoy seeing as I was in terrible pain.

Then I could not stop thinking of Aria. She was hurt because of me. If we had just kept on track moving south, I would not have been in this situation. And I was scared if she healed properly, her body might have gotten used to an easy way out. Me.

The door opened and, as excited as I was, I was too weak to make any sudden movements. But I knew it was him because my wolf went crazy at the scent and his song was oddly comforting. Stupid mate bond.

He dropped a tray and pushed it to me.

"Eat."

"I would rather die," I spat.

His eyes became brighter and I could see the firelight in them.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"Wouldn't you be glad?"

"Why the hell would I be glad?"

"Well, considering the fact that you left me here hungry for three days, what am I supposed to think?"

"That was because of your attitude the last time I was here," he huffed.

I laughed.

"You are crazy."

He gritted his teeth. "Fine, now I'm here, eat."

"No!"

"What exactly do you want then?" he yelled.

"To get out of here with Aria and never see your stupid face again."

"That's impossible."

"Never say never."

He looked like he was going to say something, but kept quiet.

The bed sank where he sat and he pulled me to him, situating me on his lap as he sniffed my hair.

I was too weak to fight it. That was the only reason I let him touch me like this. Not because my body had never felt at home in someone's arms like this before. Not because his arms wrapped around me like that felt the best I had ever felt. Yes, I was just too hungry and too weak. "Iris" his voice was low, like a whisper. "Please eat."

"No!"

He grabbed my two hands; I flinched because of the pain from my earlier escapades. If he noticed, he certainly ignored me because with a swift movement I landed with my back to the bed and he was on top of me, caging my hips with his knees. He tied my hands above my head and sat down on my legs. I couldn't move. Where the hell did that rope come from?

He dragged the plate to himself and plugged my nose with two fingers. As I opened my mouth to get oxygen, he shoved a spoon of pudding into my mouth. Then he clammed my mouth shut with his other hand.

"If you want to breathe, you'd better swallow."

I was so shocked the food went down instantly. He let go, and I sucked in air greedily.

"Good start, now will you eat, or do you prefer me shoving it down your throat?"

I glared at him.

He held the spoon and moved toward my nose again.

"Fine!" I yelled, "Fine, I'll eat."

"Good," he got off and pulled me up to a sitting position. But he didn't in untie my hands.

I looked at him with confusion as he held the spoon in front of my mouth.

"Eat."

"I can feed myself, thank you."

"I know that, but I want to, so eat."

I tilted my head to the other side. "No."

He sighed. "Should we try that again?" He asked with a raised brow.

I opened my mouth, and he put the spoon in my mouth.

"Good girl."

After many embarrassing moments and annoying lectures about how I was supposed to be a submissive mate.

I rolled my eyes through the entire thing.

I was done eating, and he got up and picked me up. I didn't even fight it. My head already hurt from all the eye-rolling and my limbs felt oddly heavy.

Wait a minute, I felt so groggy and tired that it was hard to keep my eyes open.

What the hell?

Did this son of a bitch drug me?

"Sleep now, little one."

Was the last thing I heard before my eyes clammed shut.

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I woke up confused. I tried to take in my surroundings. It was so dark. The soft comfortable base help me understand I was in a room with a bed and I could smell... Oh goodness.

I'm in the Alpha's room. What the hell was I doing here? I got up and ran to the door and it was locked. No surprise there.

I tried to open the window it wouldn't budge.

"Ugh" I went into the bathroom. No way I could pass through that small window. After frantically searching like a fool, I knew what I had to do.

Oh gosh, this was going to hurt. Mentally preparing myself, I inhaled deeply, shutting my eyes as I ran to the window and hit it with the side of my body. The glass cracked, and so did my shoulder.

I went back, wincing as I broke it and set it right. Ouch. I charged to the window again with my left side this time. The cracks were more pronounced. Well, this is it. I just hope it is not higher than two floors because it looked higher from where I stood. A girl can hope, right?

I went back to the opposite end of the room and jumped out as the window shattered.

The worst mistake of my entire life. This damn building was about four storeys tall. I should have known I didn't have hope, so why did I even try?

I braced myself for the impact as I fell and I will tell you this: nothing in my life hurt more than this.

I felt my bones snapping like toothpicks under me. I felt moisture, that must be blood. Several years of getting numerous kinds of death-defying injuries had me professional about how and when your body reacted to different kinds of injuries. I knew how it felt to bleed out. Just like a woman on her period, I usually felt the blood leave my body. I could feel each and every place my bone broke, differentiate that from a crack if it was puncturing an organ so I could set it right and heal properly, save myself from unending torture.

I felt the gash in my head and I felt the blood leaving my body in pints.

I groaned.

"Impressive," a voice called after me, clapping. "So it really is you."

The Alpha bent to look at me, his face blocking my view of the sun.

What?

"Pick her up."

"No!"

I was so woozy I couldn't understand anything.

"Don't move her, just let her heal" Aria's voice sounded distorted. I could hear a lot of whispering around me. Sounded like a lot of people.

My body was already healing. I knew because it didn't hurt as much anymore. I lifted my head up to look down at my body. My leg shouldn't be able to do that right?

After a while, I could sit up and I shifted my leg back into place.

"Fuck!"

I screamed as I bit back the tears that were threatening to fall.

I tried to stand and immediately Aria was at my side, helping me up. The whole pack watched me, wide-eyed and low jawed.

"Aria, what's going on?"

She looked so sad and annoyed as she looked at me. "Gosh, you are so predictable," she whispered.

"Huh?"

"It was a trap, Iris," she sounded angry.

"Trap?"

"Yes, Iris, they suspected you were the healer, and you just proved them right."

"So, what does that mean now?"

"What that means is that we're never leaving this place," she spat.

"Why?"

"Because I said so," the Alpha said.

I wobbled as I turned, gosh I exhausted myself.

"Well, suit yourself. You can't make me stay and you know well now death is not something you can threaten me with."

His brows went up, and he had this annoying smirk on his face.

"Besides, you can't force me to heal anyone I don't want to."

"That's right," he touched his chin. "I guess I'll just have to make you my Luna, then."