Abigail's POV

　　"Any news?" I asked Alpha Maxwell as he left the infirmary, looking around his giant form, catching a glimpse of Jason on a bed, blood coating the sheets. Maxwell firmly closed the door behind him, telling me with a firm stare that I was not permitted to enter the room. 

　　"No." he snapped, pulling on my elbow roughly and dragging me down the hallway. Mia, his Luna and Jason's mother screamed after him, but I could tell by the tension in his wrist that he was no longer listening; he was beyond sense and reason. Yanking me into an office, his hand slamming against a metal panel, a loud beep indicating he had been granted admittance, the wall in front of us opened, and the distinct smell of fear and death assaulted my nostrils. 

　　"What are you doing!" I hissed, pulling his arm to escape, dread licking at my spine. 

　　"Getting the information I need!" He thundered, pulling me forward and down an old stone tunnel, the walls lined with uneven bricks and ageing mortar, the same that made up the outside of the pack house, meaning these tunnels were built at the same time as the pack house. Either as a dungeon or a way of escape! I was hoping for the latter, but the further we got down the tunnel, the more potent the stench of rotting flesh, charred meat and my possible demise became, chasing away all fresh air and, with it, any hope of escape tunnels. 

　　"What is it you want to know?" I screeched, pulling on a metal ring hanging out of the wall to stop him from pulling me further down the hallway. 

　　"EVERYTHING! But you can start with what happened to my son out there?"

　　"I don't know!" I admitted with a cry as he yanked my arm harshly, my grip slipping on the cold metal. Looking at it I gasped, seeing chains coated in blood hung from it. 

　　"He went into that forest with you, and now HE is in bed, fighting for his life! Devastation follows you around! I warned my son! I told him you were trouble, but he wouldn't listen, and now he is in bed paying the price for it! I should have put a stop to it! To you!" He offloaded, spewing imaginary venom at me. Sighing, I let go of the chain and shoved his chest hard; it did not affect him, he was enormous compared to me, but it made me feel better to pound my fists on something.

　　"THIS!" I bellowed, pointing to the way we had just come from. "It's not my fault! Jason took me into the forest; I did not ask him to take me there!" 

　　"So it is his fault he got attacked!" I could sense the tension growing around Maxwell's eyes as he spoke; he was close to snapping.

　　"No! Of course not! But it wasn't mine either!" keeping my tone smooth, I tried to reassure him.

　　"And you want me to just take your word for it?" He barked at me, his eyes squinting. This anger was no longer hiding below the surface but bubbling in his eyes. 

　　"Frankly, Maxwell, I don't give two shits what you believe!" I finally broke, fed up with his temper tantrum. "You want the truth; We were having sex.." 

　　"ENOUGH! He has a mate!" He snarled, pushing me back against metal bars, the harsh iron digging into my back, his hand landing above them forcefully. 

　　"I won't listen to you tarnish my son's name!" Pulling the bars open and sending me tumbling back into waiting arms, he grinned maliciously. Snapping my head around, I expected to see the stern face of his right-hand man Marcus; instead, a male I had never seen, standing emotionless and unfazed by the fact his Alpha had just lured a female into his filth-ridden cell. 

　　"Wanna take your hands off me, big guy?" I asked, tightening my eyes on his rugged face, my attention instantly drawn to the scar running from his right eye down to his jaw; following the lump that formed in my throat at his savage smile, I diverted my eyes back to Maxwell, who had pulled a seat up and was watching me with cautious intrigue. Hearing metal clink behind me, I tilted my head to see scarface haul on the chains that hung from the ceiling. 

　　"Look, guys, I don't know what kinky shit you are into, but I draw the line at whips and chains." I muttered, attempting to put some space between scarface and me, only to realise that he wasn't looking for space. Chains quickly circled my wrists and tightened, tugging me into the air, my tiptoes barely touching the floor. 

　　"So, let me get this straight, your SON brought a girl home to meet the family, and you decided to try some BDSM shit with her in the basement!" I questioned, refusing to give in to the fear rippling through my body. 

　　"He doesn't have girlfriends. He has a mate!" He ground out, letting me know I had hit a nerve.

　　"Ah, so he has only been with one girl! That would explain his shitty moves in the bedroom!" I chortled with an understanding nod. 

　　"He is an Alpha's son; of course, he has had his choice of females, sewn some wild oats; it comes with the territory." He dismissed, shaking his head unimpressed.

　　"Do you bring all his girls down here for fun, or am I just special?" I asked cocking a brow as I tried to re-adjust myself to relieve some of the discomfort at having my arms stretched so thin. 

　　"That's the issue; we don't know what you are." He muttered, nodding to scar face to proceed with whatever he was about to do.

　　"You could have asked; I would have told you!" I answered truthfully, but now I was pissed off, and the bastard would not get shit out of me! 

　　"But you know that, so there is more to this little set-up than you wanting to know what I am? Who I am?" I mused aloud, narrowing my eyes on Maxwell as scar face began to line up tools on a metal tray beside me. The bastard planned to torture me! Well, I was serious earlier; it took a lot more than a bloody dagger to hurt or scare me! 

　　"Are you jealous? Of your son getting all the attention; I saw how you looked at me earlier when I healed you. Did you hope to fuck me yourself?" I laughed, looking him up and down like one might look at road kill- with pitty!

　　 "The mate bond is sacred!" He bellowed. "I would never disgrace my mate for a quick fuck in the forest, and neither would my son; I raised him better than that!" Maxwell fumed, making me grin from ear to ear; he was so fun to wind up. He was making this far to easy.

　　"You don't actually care if Jason and I had had sex, do you? What you care about is handsome here, and what he is thinking, you fear he will think less of your son! Think he had sullied the precios mate bond." I laughed, knowing that appearances mattered to MAxwell; he refused to let his pack be seen as weak! And his son casually bedding me- made him look weak, apparently.

　　"Well, news flash dickhead! Chaining a defenceless young female up in the basement of some creepy sex dungeon isn't exactly the sign of a strong Alpha! More of a desperate one!" I laughed into the silence of the cell; the thud to the back of my head knocking me unconscious let me know I had definitely hit a nerve.