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Upon arriving at the main headquarters for the rogues, I'm surprised. Not only are they really stupid, but they were also have a smart tenancy to them.

Like for instance, in support of my insinuation that they are in fact- stupid-

They allowed me, the Alpha to come to their home base. Completely oblivious that I am a Spellbound Lycan. They should've just (tried to) killed me once we arrived and put JC in one of the cages they have other witches in. Instead, they chose to separate us, which I can't decide is smart of stupid.

JC and I can still communicate with each other. I may not be able to defend her, but I can easily get out of this room. Plus, I know she won't allow them to take a drop of her blood. Sure, they can strap her down and force her, but they can't preform the transition if there are no witches.

For now, that is JC and I's mission. To find a way to get the witches out. I memorized every turn, even though they took us on a wild ride to try to confuse us. I've already mind linked Chase, who has found our coordinates on a map. They will be coming in a couple days, with a little extra back up.

JC and I will have to find a way to get by until then without them drawing blood, and somehow finding a way to release the witches.

The cages the rogues have them in is something that I've not even seen before. There is something keeping them in there. Witches are some of the most powerful creatures on earth, and yet- these are trapped. They can't open the lock with their mind, nor look like use their other abilities.

I know I've appeared to look like a weak Alpha. I've "abandoned" my pack for my mate, I've not tried protecting her, I've allowed them to separate us. But in reality, I've never been a more selfless Alpha or mate in my life, as I am right now.

I'm doing this for my mate and for my pack. This is the end game, there will be no more after this.

Jared has been trying to tap into my mind for the past few hours. I can easily gather that he's furious with me. JC told me that Jared knew that Morgan would be there and insisted that he needed to die. It's surprising that Jared would say that so adamantly about his father, even though he's an evil bastard.

I finally open up my mind to Jared after I decide that I shouldn't ignore the kid.

Alpha, are you and Claire okay? His worried voice filters though my head and I smile slightly at his name for JC. She told me when they first met that she said her name was Claire, and since it's stuck with him. He doesn't usually call her JC. He has probably attempted to reach out to her before me, and she ignored him. I can feel that JC has some guilt about leaving Jared.

We're okay. Everything will be fine, just listen to Chase and Alpha Bellamy they are going to take you somewhere safe. They have a plan and so do we. I mind-link him back and await his accepting response. We wasn't just going to let Jared stay in the pack house, that's like asking Morgan to come get him.

My father wants me. He will hurt you or JC until he has me. You can't trust his word. Jared says this in a urgent tone, letting me know he's scared and serious.

I know Morgan isn't be trusted. He's a rogue who wants power, and will do anything to get it. But yet, I feel like his son is more important to him. Which is why, we have this as an advantage. Sure, Morgan and his rogues can go after Jared and attack our pack again, but we gave them a deal.

We stop running, we stop fighting, and we give them what they want. As long as they leave the pack alone and as long as we don't get mistreated. Jared will come when JC and I are sure that bargain will hold up.

It seems fool proof, but I know Morgan or one of his guys will try to mess it up. But, we have a few days to ensure that nothing like that happens. They will test us to see how far they can push us, but won't exceed the max amount of pressure.

We know and he won't get you. I promise, we have this covered. I stand up and stretch from the bed I was resting on. I walk back from the bed to the door, then back again. If I sit in one place, thinking and acting like I'm hiding something then I'll probably have eyes on me a lot more. There is a camera in the upper right corner of the room, so I'm sure they are watching my every move right now.

I should attempt to look a little stressed out and worried. Rogues are straight up fools, it shouldn't be hard to convince them.

Alpha, you don't understand. He may want Claire a lot, but he wants me more. He will figure out what you're doing, and when he does he will try to kill you- I cut Jared off.

You're his son, we know he wants you back. Also, JC and I are immortal . We will be fine for the couple days we will be here. You just need to stay in the shadows. We don't need him getting you before this is over. Do you understand?

It's not just because I'm his son, but I understand. I'll keep hidden. Jared's emotions in his words show defeat and uncertainty, but I cut off the connection to him. I have to focus on making sure everything goes as planned, Jared can't distract me with his thoughts about his father.

I know it's late by now, and I still feel a lot of power coursing through my veins. But as I glance up at the camera, I decide the best thing to do would be to go lay down on the dusty old cot in the corner of the room.

I wake with a rough hand shaking my shoulder. I let out a startled gasp at the sudden grasp of it and sit up fast.

Morgan looks at me with annoyed questioning eyes and grabs my forearm, jerking me up from my cot. He leads me down the dark hall, my eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness.

"Keep handling me like that you'll never see your son." I mumble under my breath, knowing that he would hear it. Morgan's grip turns gentle in a instant and he mumbles a few profanities under his breath.

We enter the room Theo and I first went through, which holds the witches, meeting table, and the chair I'm supposed to be seated on to draw blood. Morgan is leading me over to that chair and I hesitantly hang back a little, dragging my feet.

"Jacqueline, don't make this hard. You knew we would be drawing blood." Morgan grits his teeth and I let out an uneasy breath as we get closer to the chair, which looks like it's made more for torture. Five rogues stand beside it, two with blue gloves on, and the other three look like they are there to help if I attempt anything.

"I can't give blood on a empty stomach. I literally haven't ate since early yesterday morning. Do you want me to pass out on you?" I ask Morgan who stops in his steps to consider my plea. I look at him with hopeful eyes and he lets out a long sigh.

He looks at one of the rogues, his hands still stay around my wrist. "Make her some eggs."

The rogue who he ordered to do this looked at his leader with a little distaste. But went to another room in the warehouse, which I assume would be the kitchen to make me some breakfast.

"Come on." Morgan slightly pulls me to the chair and I lean away from his pull again. I thought I was getting breakfast?

"I'm not taking you back to your room. You'll just have to sit here, until your breakfast is ready." Morgan grunts as he shoved me in the chair and proceeds to strap me to it. I let him, deciding not to fight.

Instead, I allow some tears to gather in my eyes and I look to the floor, avoiding his gaze.

Morgan finishes my arms and chest, then goes down to my ankles. He straps them to the chair and then stands, keeping his eye on me.

My lips turn to a small line and I avoid his eye again. "Don't try anything."

Morgan walks away and I sit in the seat, watching him leave. The other rogues went either to the kitchen or to attend to something else. Which leaves me surprisingly alone, with just the witches in the room.

I turn as much as my head will let me to the cages where they sit and lay. Several of their eyes are on me, watching me silently. I pick my hand us slightly and direct it to the cage that is adjacent from me. Maybe I can get the lock open and free them.

I focus on the rusty looking lock, and allow the magic to flow to my fingertips. The witches in that one perk up more with hope filled eyes. I turn my finger sharply and fully expected the lock to break, except it didn't.

The women look at me with sadness and I rest my hand on arm rest. I want to tell them it will all be okay, to just be strong- however, I wouldn't want to be caught trying to speak with them. The cages are reinforced with something that keeps witches from getting out or getting it. Morgan and the other rogues come out the the room they went in, carrying a plate of food.

The smell caused my stomach to growl and I licked my lips in anticipation and the plate is set on the table beside me. With my hands strapped to the arm rests, I fight back a low growl at my inability to feed myself.

Morgan pulls up a seat and sits down in front of me. I notice the fork in his hand then and I roll my eyes. "Are you seriously going to feed me?" My tone is sharp and sarcastic, I have to bite my lip from rolling off more remarks.

Morgan raises his eyebrows and drops the fork on the plate. The other rogues take a seat, watching me carefully as if I'll start lashing out. I swallow, looking at the food. I would really love to feed myself, but I guess I will not get that luxury.

It's honestly not even that, if I could have one free hand, maybe I could free some witches. They would come back with others to help. That would be extra help. I can face the brutality I would face from it, after all- I am immortal. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.

"Sorry, I'm just hungry." I mumble looking down as if I feel guilty for being a little hateful. "I should be grateful for the food." I add, looking at Morgan with semi-apologetic eyes.

Morgan nods and stabs the scrambled eggs with the fork. He places it in my face and I take a bite, swallowing the food. Some of the rogues I notice smirk and laugh at the state I am in.

I guess you don't really see a hybrid Luna getting hand fed by another rogue, while strapped to a chair. I'm sure I look weak, but they have another thing coming for them.

I finish the food and orange juice, then thank the rogue who made it for me. The two who had gloves on before put them on again. Morgan starts rubbing my arm with alcohol and setting up other things.

"One pint." I remind Morgan. He looks up from my arm and lets out an unsatisfied breath.

"Yeah, yeah." He slaps my arm a little too hard causing a vein to pop up. I breath, focusing on what I need to do as the other other rogue comes to me with the equipment needed to take the blood.

He sits in the seat that Morgan sat in. Morgan goes to stand to the side, again watching me like a hawk.

The needle moves to my arm and hovers above the vein carefully. I breath in and breath out hard, looking scared as it touches my skin.

"What the hell?" Rogue One, that's what I'll call him, says. Rouge One proceeds to try to stick the needle into my arm, only to have it bend and break against my skin.

The second rogue wearing gloves, we will call him Rogue Two hands Rogue One another needle to insert. This one breaks as well.

"What are you doing?" Morgan comes up to me, demanding an answer for my impenetrable skin. I fight back laughter and a smile. Instead, I just widen my eyes in disbelief myself.

"My inner witch must be very protective of who she gives our blood out to."

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