Betrayed?
She's okay…she's doing great…she's with Leo and he's definitely not gonna let anything bad happen to her.
She's doing great…fuck! I shoved my fist into the cracked wall and it ended up with more cracks.
I let out unfiltered grunts as I slid down to the ground, feeling more distressed than ever.
I had no logical reason to feel this way. I had no reason to be so restlessly worried about Elena. My head was aching from cooking up the most horrible scenarios. This was self-torture and I had no reason to fucking torture myself this way!!
She's definitely doing great. Leo assured me he's not gonna let her get hurt.
So why….why!...why!!! The fuck!!! Do I feel this exploding feeling of restlessness and anxiety about her?!
Why was my wolf growling painfully in the corner of my mind? Did something happen to her?
I hope not. For my sanity's sake, I hope she's doing great. She, and my baby. Yeah, they are. They definitely are. I took deep, ragged breaths.
God, I can't even gaslight myself into believing she's actually doing great.
Now, I'm up and pacing again.
It'd be great if someone told me something about her. It'd help me feel a little more at ease. A little less insane!!
Oh, Jesus. My fingers were trembling from the crippling anxiety attacking my heart. I've never felt this way before.
Take a fucking chill pill, Vince. You'll be out in the next 24 hours. And then you'll get to be with her!!
Yes, true. But 24 hours feels like forever. I need an update about her now. Like fucking now!
This is hopeless.
I leaned against the wall, taking deeper breaths to help my nerves. She better be okay. I'm not taking all these risks for her to end up getting hurt.
24 more hours. I need to chill for 24 more hours. I can do it. I just need to think of something else. Distract my mind. Fill it up with better thoughts.
Yes…she's doing okay. She's with Cheryl. They're having girls' talk, and she's giving her more scandalous nightwear.
Yes, much better. Who am I kidding?!
“Psst!”
The sound went over my head. I kind of thought it was just a background sound to my thoughts until it came again; louder this time.
“Psst!”
I turned around and three guards were standing outside my cage. What did they want?
“Boss!”
Now that sent my head going spiraling. I walked slowly towards the bars, with my eyes squinted, and had a slight moment of shock and damn relief as I realized it wasn't just random guards.
It was Miguel and two other of my men.
“Miguel!” Thank fucking goddess.
He bowed, and the other two followed suit. I glanced at the end of the dark hallway and there weren't any signs of the patrol guards. Where did they go and how did these three sneak in here? It's almost impossible.
“How are you doing, Boss?”
“Good. How did you three sneak in here?”
“It wasn't easy. But we had to.” Miguel replied.
I nodded. I didn't actually need the details on how they came in here. I was more grateful that they did.
“Why did you come?”
“We have something to tell you, boss.”
“What could be so important that you couldn't wait for the next 24 hours?” I asked, but my anxiety already tripled at the urgency in his voice.
He dug his hand into his pocket and fished out a note.
“Here. It's from Alpha Leo. He said we needed to deliver this to you urgently.”
I took the note and flipped it open. My face went from normal to scrunched to stoic as I read the three lines Leo had written.
—Trent has her—
Oh, no fucking way!
I held one of the bars in a crushing grip, gritting my teeth. Just as I thought. She wasn't okay. My gut feeling was right.
“What's wrong, boss?” Miguel asked, carefully examining my fiery mood.
“I'm afraid I can't wait for 24 hours. I need to get the fuck out of here immediately.”
“Sure, boss. What's the order?” He halted.
“Contact Luke. Tell him I can't wait any longer. I need them to get the plan in motion already. He knows what I'm talking about.”
“Sure, boss.”
“Have your men assembled tonight. Y'all will be attacking this building tomorrow morning. It's a rebellion so you're free to chop off the heads of anyone who stands in your way. Except Trent. Keep that little fucker alive. I'll deal with him myself.”
“As you wish, boss.”
“Inform Leo too. Just in case.” I added and stepped back from the bars. “Get going.”
They all bowed and tiptoed down the hallway while I resumed pacing. It was impossible to even get myself to calm down. The thought of Elena being in Trent's chambers was excruciatingly unbearable.
It would be impossible to get any sleep and I didn't. I paced around like an unsettled beast until the first light of dawn penetrated the tiny window of the cage.
My heart drummed at the maddening adrenaline rush coursing through my nerves as the sun's rays hovered the sky.
It was morning. Miguel and his men should be here any minute. I should be getting the fuck out of here any minute from now.
I grew more impatient as the day brightened even more and there was still no sign of them.
Aggravating thoughts invaded my mind. Did they get intercepted? Did Trent pull a string to prevent them from coming? Like he'd done when I was captured in the rogue's territory.
Miguel would never let me down. And my men would never turn on me. I had no logical reason to distrust them.
But my heart's been betrayed a couple of memorable times; I've had the most shocking betrayals and I just can't help but fear that it's happening again.
Not that they betrayed me. But that maybe… something went wrong with my plans.