Natalia's POV 3

I winced in pain as a silver knife slashed through my arms filling me with immense pain. I tried to scream but my mouth had been blocked with a piece of cloth. A rope had been tied around my arms and legs bounding me to a chair as they tortured me.

I readied myself once more as the guard took another knife ready to torture one more. This was the pattern I had been going through for the past two months since I'd been thrown into the dungeon by Maverick.

The test results had come out positive and that was all Maverick needed to unleash his fury on me. I was tortured everyday, barely fed any food and being treated like a piece of trash.

And the worst part of it all is that no one in the pack believed me. They all turned their back on me as soon as the news came out. It had hurt knowing fully well I had lived in this pack ever since I'd been born but yet they had easily believed I was capable of doing something so atrocious to their Alpha.

Nobody had taken my side and they all took turns to torture me and shame me in the dungeon. To make things worse, the bar who had served us at that bar was nowhere to be found. He was the only one that could have proved my innocence but he had disappeared into thin air.

I let out a painful scream as the knife sliced through my body again. It hurt so bad I felt like dying from the pain.

"Has she confessed yet?" Maverick asked, coming towards the guards that were torturing me.

He had a hard look of contempt on his face as his eyes met mine. Out of all my torturers, Maverick was the worst of them all. He was relentless and unstoppable and made sure to make my life a living hell. All the love I once had for him had slowly turned into hate and the once perfect man I admitted was no longer the man I thought he was.

"Not yet alpha but don't worry soon I'll be able to make her talk," one of the guards assured, a sinister smile on his face.

Despite the pain, I held up my face in defiance, my eyes filled with hate and spite. I didn't want him to see how much his torture affected me.

"You can leave. Let me see if I can get her to confess. Make sure no one interrupts me," he ordered and the guards nodded in response before scrambling out of the dungeon.

A cold chill ran through my spine as Maverick slowly walked towards me. His long strides were matched like a predator stalking his prey. His eyes held his hate for me and even now he was ready to instill as much pain as he could to me.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it backwards until it felt like he wanted to remove every last hair on my head.

"The evidence is already stacked against you. If you confess right now, I give you my word to give you an honourable and painless death. Admit what you did and confess to drugging me," he murmured, his voice harsh and low as whispered into my ears.

"I didn't drug you that night. No matter how many times you ask me, my answer still remains the same," I said shakily, my voice hoarse and dry.

My answer obviously didn't sit well with him and he yanked my hair harder while plunging a silver knife into my stomach. I let out a loud scream feeling the silver shot through my blood veins weakening me. His smirk deepened in pleasure seeing me in pain as he twisted the knife deeper into my stomach.

Why didn't he believe me? It was quite clear I had been drugged as well but no one had cared about that. They had all painted me to be the villain and vilified me for it.

"The audacity for you to still try and feign innocence till now is compelling, you sick twisted bitch. To think I would never have had anything to do with you if you hadn't drugged me. Look at you. Have you taken a moment to look at yourself in the mirror? You are weak and ugly and you know I would never have paid any attention to you if you didn't drug me. Just being near you makes me sick. I'll never forgive you for taking advantage of me," he spat, his every word bitter and harsh.

His words cut deeper into my skin even more than the knife had, every single word breaking my heart. He was no longer that man that I had once loved, instead he had become the person that had destroyed my life. I would never forgive him or any of the pack for everything they were doing to me for as long as I breathe.

For the next twenty minutes Maverick unleashed unimaginable pain and torture to my body pushing me to my limit until my body was slowly shutting down. I could feel life slowly draining out of my body but Maverick didn't care. All he cared about was to see me in pain and nothing else mattered.

Suddenly the door swung open hastily and someone walked in stopping Maverick midway from punching my face.

"I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be disturbed," he growled, turning his anger on whoever had entered.

"Apologies, your highness but this is important. Lilian is here to see you. She wants to talk to you," Liam said to him and I could see a light of hope appear in Maverick's eyes.

For the first time in two months since the ordeal happened, he was finally smiling again at the thought of Lilian wanting to see him again. He really did love her wholeheartedly.

"Really? Where is she?" He asked, dropping the knife he had been using to torture me as it clattered to the floor. He didn't wait for Liam's answer before he started for the door without so much as a glance in my direction.

A lone tear slipped out of my eyes and for the first time in a long time I wished my parents were still alive today. I wished at least I had them on my side, maybe then it wouldn't have hurt this much. My body ached from the torture and I could barely moved without wincing in pain. Since I haven't shifted yet the scars from the torture would stay permanently on my body, a painful reminder of the betrayal from the pack I once loved.

The door creaked open again and I groaned in exhaustion thinking it was Maverick coming to continue his fault. But it wasn't. It was someone I had never expected to be there.

"What do you want? Are you also here to torture me as well?" I asked defiantly, ignoring the stab of pain that shot through my body.

He didn't respond at first, instead he untied the ropes that were used to bind my arms and legs.

"We don't have much time. The alpha is presently distracted with Lillian's arrival so this is your chance to escape. Come with me," he finally said, his words shocking me.

"Why are you helping me? What about Maverick? He's going to have your head once he finds out that you helped me escape," I asked suspiciously.

"Maverick would never know except I tell him. Now are you done asking so many questions or do you want to get the hell out of here? The guards are changing shifts right now so we only have about ten minutes to get out of here," he said, waiting patiently for me to decide.

There was nothing to think about anymore. It was quite clear I had no place in this pack for me anymore. Maverick was not going to stop until he eventually killed me and no one was going to believe me anyway. There was no point staying here anymore. The life of a rogue scared me but it was better than the torture I was experiencing right now.

"I'll come with you," I finally decided and without hesitation he picked me up and carried me out of the dungeon.

The rays of sunlight hit me as soon as we walked out. I hadn't been outside of the dungeon in months and the first thing I noticed was that we were alone. There were no guards patrolling the area which gave us the chance to escape.

I ran as quickly as I could behind him but the silver in my blood hindered my movement. The further I ran, the weaker I became.

"They are on to us. You need to sever your connection to the pack or else they will keep coming after you," he instructed, pulling me into a large clearing.

By now my body was too weak to even argue with him. "I, Natalia Scott, sever my connection to the Dark moon"

I felt a chilling connection swept through my body before it went blank. I was no longer connected to the pack anymore. Just as I began to walk again, a sharp pain coursed through by veins hitting me like a brick almost knocking me to my knees.

"You have to leave right now," he ordered, pulling me past the barrier that divided the pack. With one last glance at him I ran as fast as I could away from the pack that had brought me nothing but pain.

I knew fully well what the pain I felt meant. Maverick had severed my remaining connection to the pack and now I was fully a rogue without a pack. I will never forgive him for this.