Chapter Three: Melanie
I wasn't going to make nice with the Alpha. I didn't know him, but I hated him.
I had honestly considered just letting the monsters eat him, but I couldn't bring myself to sit there and watch him die. I felt like that would sever my last shred of humanity, and it was the one thing I couldn't bear to lose… Not if I planned to ever make it out of here.
"Why?" Sam asked, confused as to why I wouldn't speak to him. Didn't he get it? Didn't he understand where he was, what he was meant to do?
I ignored his question, choosing instead to pull my knees into my chest and rest my head against them. I looked out the cage door, into the darkness, wondering if there were any other werewolves lurking in the distance, waiting for me to fall asleep so they could have their way with me.
I couldn't feel them, but I'm sure they were there. They wanted me. They wanted me so much that they could hardly stand it; I heard their howls late at night, calling my name.
It's not like I'm the only female here, but I am the youngest, the most virginal, and the only one that is 100% unbreakable and unattainable.
The demons thought that eventually I would cave and allow them their sick desires, but that was never going to happen. I may have lost my pack, my future, and my dreams; but I would rather lose my life than my virtue to this mess of a world.
I gave a heavy sigh.
"Please," Sam begged, crawling towards me. I looked over at him, my body reflexively tensing at his close proximity. I wasn't afraid; he looked so pathetic. His legs were lined with cuts and bruises that were only just beginning to heal and his face was still red and swollen.
As much as I hated to admit it, having a friend wouldn't be so awful. But, then again, I had no real way of knowing that he could be trusted. What if this was just the Breeders new approach at tackling the awesome task of impregnating me… lulling me into a false sense of trust by sending me a pathetic specimen.
No, it'd be better not to talk to him.
"Shut up." I ordered, delivering a swift kick to his shoulder, knocking him back across the room. I heard his collarbone snap and I felt the guilt swell up like vomit in my throat, but I swallowed it down, knowing I had down the right thing.
Sam stayed on his side of the cell and didn't try to talk to me again.
I wish I could say that this made me feel better… but all I could think was that I might have just destroyed my one chance at salvation.
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