Chapter 169 Conversations With The Captor
Kristen's POV
It's happening all fucking over again, that it feels like I was cursed to always fall into this position.
Kidnapped, and chained to a spot where I can't even escape. I can't even feel my hands because they're right behind me. The way my captor chained me, it's almost like he fears I would transform into a wolf as large as his, break out of these chains, and runoff.
Getting kidnapped didn't start until I turned 21, exactly two years ago.
First, it was with Jack, the psycho who stalked and obsessed over me until he finally laid his hands on me. According to him, he caught me getting sexed in the back seat of a car, and then he couldn't get me out of his head. He finally had the perfect chance to
kidnap, and locked me up in a short cage, along with over two hundred women he had abducted for years.
Second, my mom. She wanted to kill me along with my unborn child. She couldn't stand seeing her only
daughter be with her ex-husband, who she couldn't get over.
Thirdly and bow it's Theodore Fitzgerald, my second freaking mate if such a thing even exists.
He came to our pack, competed in the pack run, and won. And when it was time for him to demand what he wanted, he said it was me. When my husband refused, he fought with him and took me away by force.
He hurt my husband so bad that I don't even know if Calhoun is alive.
To think we're always getting separated from each other even when we work so hard to stay together as mates, husband and wife, and Alpha and Luna.
And then there's Aiden who needs me. He experienced all the traumatic occurrences but he'll definitely forget about them when he grows up, but right now it's too much for him to handle.
"Kristen.." Theodore is back. He's calling out to me, although he's still not near the cabin's door.
My second mate brought me into an abandoned cabin, far far away from civilization. And it reminds me of the
days I spent with Calhoun in his
cottage two years ago.
My throat tightens because the
memories are still so fresh. It was at
that time Calhoun was having a hard
time rejecting me. He couldn't stand seeing me with someone else who wasn't him.
Judging from how this place seems set
up, it's obvious Theodore spent his days here when he left our pack two weeks ago.
The screeching noise coming from the door makes me harden my jaw.
No, I am not scared of him.
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"I'm sorry for taking too long,' Theodore casts me a pleading look as
he hunks down and puts his hand on my knee.
"Don't fucking touch me!" I snarl, hating him with everything in me.
"I'm sorry," Theodore sincerely apologizes again as if he's doing me more good than harm. When he was a beast right hours ago.
"You ruined everything, every freaking
thing," My voice is hoarse because I was doing a lot of screaming at him earlier.
"I am so sorry I hurt your feelings," Theodore withdraws his hand, pushes in through his hair, and sighs, "With time you'll know why I kidnapped you.
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"Calhoun is going to kill you," I make my voice sound hateful as much as I can. Damn this mate bond or whatever
it is.
"Let's not talk about him now," Theodore waves this off as if it's
nothing, before giving me a sweet
smile which ends up making me feel nauseous, "You're here for a reason,"
He adds.
"What reason could possibly make you separate me from my husband and son?" I think it's good that I am angry
at him rather than being scared. It's because he's a monster to everyone but
me.
Maintaining eye contact, Theodore wipes his mouth with the back of his
hand. And my heart threatens to burst right out of my chest because this is
what Calhoun does when he's in a tight position.
God, I miss him so much that I want to
sob so hard, but I can't do that in front of my captor.
It's insane how he's the devil, yet what
he just did reminds me of my husband who I am away from.
"Have you ever paused to ask yourself
why I came along even when you had Calhoun?' Theodore stares at me with his eyes narrowed in their sockets.
"You're a monster," that's just the perfect word to use when addressing
him.
"You're not for him, but for me. But
you fail to see that because he married you, made you his Luna and you have a son for him." Theodore continues.
"If only you had backed away upon
knowing how far Calhoun and I have come," I would have pushed my fingers through my hair if my hands weren't chained at my back. "Soon, your feelings for him will wear
out," Theodore grabs my chin and holds my head up to face him. "It won't, for as long as I'm alive," I
glare at him with so much contempt. Theodore just smiles at me and strokes my hair like I'm a little girl. "Aren't I good-looking enough for you?" My captor asks with a pout. And
it's just creepy that he's trying to look innocent when he's caused me so much pain, "I've got a better face than
Calhoun. And I'm stronger than he is, although he's an Alpha, but he cannot measure up to half of the man I am."
"You're the worst," I hiss out.
"Calhoun is too old for you. I mean you're too young to start carrying so many responsibilities on your shoulders. And then a baby...he made
you have his child so you'll stay tied to him." Theodore seems pissed off at this. As if he has the right to be.
"I love Calhoun, and there's nothing
no one could do to ever change that," I
hold Theodore's gaze when I let this
out.
"We'll see," he gazes a tight-lipped smile at me.
"Just listen to me, Theodore. You don't
have to do this. Just let me go back to
my life, and Calhoun will forgive you. He's a good man."
"I'll be damned if I let you slip off my fingers again," Theodore's gaze is hard on me this time, showing me how
serious he is.
"Don't you care about Darcy? Your
only sister who's blind?" I ask after swallowing hard.
"She'll do well without me," Theodore
shakes his head at me. And it's just shocking to see his uncaring attitude towards his little sister who's blind and needs him by her side. "Please, just let me go," I rasp out
because I am yearning to see Calhoun. To know if he's fine.
"We're destined to be together, Kristen. I want you to know that,"
Theodore says "Please, Theodore," I continue
begging, upon knowing he's acting out on his dangerous addiction for me.
"We're going to get married tonight." Theodore drops this bombshell, something which leaves me stiff in my chain.
"What?" Did I hear him correctly? "I already have things set up, and then
we'll go far far away after that. Where
we'll start our lives afresh." He tells
me.
And at this rate, fear starts riding inside of me.
"You're not a bad person, Theodore.
You can return me to Calhoun to end this all, please" I tremble, going from completely brave and hateful, to a pleading mess
"I'm not that stupid, and besides I'm willing to risk anything to keep you.'
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My second mate winks at me and then breaks into a sick smirk.
Tears brim to my eyes, but I just chew
on my bottom lip to keep from sobbing.
"Oh, Kristen. I hate to see you cry," Theodore looks at me with guilt before using his thumb to clean my tears.
"And I hate you," I say, meaning every word.
Theodore sighs, rises to his feet, and takes off his shirt.
His shirt still has Calhoun's blood on it.
My heart aches in my chest when I
recall how he dropped helplessly to the floor, with his blood spilling everywhere.
He fought with Theodore's wolf even
though I told him many lies. "You must be hungry," Theodore pulls
the tray of steak and bread away from
the table.
Hating the smell of it, I look away.
"You don't expect me to eat after
taking me away from everything," I tell him.
"Well, I can't let you starve either. I got you some food," to my dismay, he
comes to my side with the tray of food and a glass of water.
"Believe me when I say Calhoun will
kill you," I emphasize on these words while staring at him with disdain. And
I can feel the tears threatening to spill
once more.
"I don't think that's ever happening, I
cut him deep in his stomach. So, I
doubt he'll survive," Trying to add
more fuel to the fire, Theodore stares
at his wristwatch and pouts, "It's been
eleven hours. He should be dead by
now."
"Shut up!" I scream with everything inside of me because a huge part of me
fears it's true.
How can he even torment me like this?
"Calhoun was good to you, he helped when you needed it. And you dare pay
him back with this?" I lash out,
panting heavily.
Theodore looks at me for a moment as
if he's regretful over his barbaric
actions eight hours ago.
"You stopped being his when he first
rejected you," Theodore says with so much certainty contained in his voice. "How did you know?" I find myself asking this even when I know he's just
bluffing because he wants me to
himself.
"I didn't know until I asked around," Theodore chuckles as he..., "it was stupid of him to mark you to be his for
the second time cause such things do
not work anymore."
"No, you're not telling the truth," I
shake my head.
"You fear I am right. And yes I am," he
sets the tray aside just to fold his arms
across his chest.
"You two thought you were still mated
to each other because you were already
in love."
"Stop," I grit out. "I am your real mate, Kristen. But it's
just so hard for you to see this because you're blinded by your feelings for this man and the luxurious life he dropped
at your feet." Theodore says, staring at
me with all the affection in his eyes.
And I want to vomit.
"You think a baby will make me stay
away?" Theodore's shoulders shake along with him as he laughs, "Well,
the little boy will have to call someone
else his mom."
"No!" I scream, not buying any of it.
"Babies tend to forget things easily, by
the time he doesn't see you for a few months," Theodore quickly flicks his
fingers together indicating how fast
I'll be forgotten, "He'll forget you like
that."
"How do you feel for being so inhumane and cruel?" I can't help but
voice this out.
Theodore shakes his head at me.
"You
think Calhoun wouldn't do the same if he were in my shoes?" He raises a brow at me.
Someone else would have found it
handsome, but I don't.
"Calhoun isn't a beast," I state, loud
and clear.
"Enough with the talking, I need to
feed you," Theodore stabs the knife
into the
steak.
"Just stop this. You know you're in the wrong," my voice is shaky, giving out how exhausted I am from all of this.
"Well, Kristen, my sweet. Life isn't fair either. I had it rough from the beginning, my father, sister, and I
were treated worse than the lowest-
ranking wolves in our pack. And when
we lost our dad, we were kicked out of
the pack, after snatching all that we
had. We were left with nothing."
Theodore concludes breathlessly and
sighs.
I would have pitied him if he hadn't
hurt my husband or taken me away
from my family.
"Still, it doesn't mean you'll have to
crush someone else's happiness. You
don't know how much Calhoun and I have suffered before we got to be
together," I make this known to him
And for a moment, Theodore looks at
me like he's starting to get my point.
The look in his gray eyes has me
wondering if he's contemplating on letting me. But his reply makes my stomach churn.
"Save your sob story for another day, Kristen. Now, you need to eat. You lost
weight within a few hours."
"You think it's food I need?" I ask in a
dangerously low tone.
"Yes," He nods. For a moment, I so wish my hands
weren't chained behind me, hell knows
I would've strangled him so hard.
Instead, I say, "What I need is to go
home to my husband and son, I don't want to be here. I don't love you and
I'll never love you, Theodore
Fitzgerald. Calhoun is the only person
I see." My voice is louder than it has
ever been because I want this to sting
him as much as it can, so he'll know
he's in the wrong. That it's just wrong
to take another man's wife against her
will.
"Enough!" Theodore smacks his hand across the table, looking seemingly
upset with his eyes growing red with
anger.
But I don't flinch.
I've been kidnapped way too many times to start fearing my current
captor.