Nothing matters, and not even the throb in my head can make me stop. I know without stopping to search that Vivie is no longer where I left her.
I don't see anything but Vivie. Even as she disappears from the bond, making my alpha roar in fury, I follow her. I may not be able to feel what she feels, but she's still there.
Dull and faded, but for the first time in my fucking life, I can see her the way she sees us.
My eyesight tunnels until black fills my periphery and a soft green hue swirls around me urging me toward an alleyway. I don't fall, don't cower, or even punch the brick wall when I see her cell phone on the ground in the empty alley.
Her pleading, gentle green hue settles against me and tugs ever so gently. The alpha inside me curls around what's left of his omega because the further she gets, the weaker Vivie feels.
"VIVIAN!!!!"
I'll find her. I'll save her. I'll kill anyone and everyone who touched a hair on her head.
"I'M COMING FOR YOU!"
Twenty
Vivian
The throbbing in my head isn't as bad as the total exhaustion that weighs me down. I opened my eyes a few minutes ago but haven't built up the courage to move.
Each time I blink, my eyelids try their damndest to stay shut. Not only am I struggling to comprehend the fact that I was kidnapped and physically hurt, but I'm working so hard to block my bonds.
My friend, Amaya, told me all about how she was able to cut her mates off from feeling everything she felt when she was in captivity. I was more than intrigued; I soaked everything in and took notes.
Lying here on a stupidly comfortable mattress, I'm thankful for the ability to shield my mates from what's going to happen here. I don't want them to feel my fear and aching body, not when I'm sure they're already losing their minds over me being gone.
A masculine grunt and a curse wake me up a bit more. Rolling my head to the side, I blink in surprise. The man who smells like metal and vibrates like static launches himself into a seated position.
"Fuck fuckfuck!" he growls and gingerly touches his fingers to his forehead. I cringe right along with him when I see the blood. At least he can sit and speak.
Slowly, so as not to draw attention to myself, I roll onto my side and watch him some more. He seems a bit perturbed by the nice things in his cell. I was too when I realized I had a queen-size bed with all the blankets and pillows an omega could want. The lighting is warm and cozy, and the temperature is wonderful. There's even a bouquet of flowers on the nightstand.
"What the fuck?" He looks at the fluffy rug beneath his black tennis shoes with so much disdain I almost smile.
A small ounce of concern washes over me when he stands and sways, but he shakes it off.What is he going to do?
His back is to me as he approaches the beautiful arrangement of lilies and, to my complete displeasure, grabs the vase and slams it against the wall. My skull throbs at the loud noise, but I'm quickly riveted to the scene in my neighboring cell.
The stormy man glances at the cell door and quickly starts sifting through shards of glass.A weapon maybe?
Just as he finds one on the ground, four guards run by the bars of my cell and rush into his. I watch silently and a bit confused when all they do is detain his fighting limbs, remove all the glass, then take the comforter from his bed.
It happens so fast and efficiently, or maybe I just passed out for a second. I swear I blink and they're shoving him to the ground before kicking him in the back. Wincing, I wait to see what he does after the guards lock the door back up.
They didn't even say anything, and it took them mere moments to descend on the man.
Nauseated over witnessing such brutal treatment, I swallow and shift around on my sheets. I freeze when his head whips in my direction and he realizes I'm here too. We're the only twopeople in this little block of cells. On my right is a cement wall, same with his wall on the left. The wall opposite the cell doors is also cement.
We're literally neighbors and the only thing each other can see aside from the shadowed hallway. Just one set of bars separates us, so I remind myself to stay far away from them until I know he won't hurt me.
I wonder if he would grab me and threaten to kill me just to get the guards to come back and set him free. Or maybe I don't matter at all and they'd just let the agitated alpha kill me.
"What are you glaring at me like that for, Omega? It's your fault we're in here. Damn it!" he snaps, standing up once again only to kick the bed frame.
I stiffen and glance out to the hallway again. Nobody comes to punish him for his second transgression. I blow out a quiet breath of relief. As long as he doesn't draw attention to himself, I'll be good too. He just needs to sit down and shut up. It's worked fine for me the past five minutes.
Wait,my fault? It's times like these when I wish I had control over my voice. Unfortunately, I'm stressed and scared beyond belief, blocking my ability to defend myself.
