Page 109 of Forever My Siren Luna

“Cecilia,” I hoisted her up, then held her steady by the shoulders, letting her beast help take control enough to give her steady legs. She hadn’t felt her Lycan’s strength in some time. I could tell by the way she wobbled. “Your brother taught me to take what I wanted, and to never surrender it back. You are going to take back your freedom now, and we’re getting out of here.”

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Nilo

“Hello!” I screamed for the hundredth time since waking in this sour, battered, shit smelling hellhole. Blood sprayed from my mouth, foaming and sliding down the side of my face. “Just kill me, you fucking bastards!” I’ve been strung up ass-naked, arms stretched to either side of the narrow cell, feet shackled to the floor since I woke up getting what smelled like sewer water dumped on me and being pummeled in the back with a silver-laced whip.

Those fucking bastards. They could not let me have any peace from the pain. They didn't have the decency to kill me. They just beat me until I was awake, cackling among themselves at my pain and misery.

My shoulder is dislocated. The bones in one leg are shattered. My ribs feel as if they are stabbing into my lungs, which won’t fucking kill me fast enough.

I don’t know why they kept me alive, but their wicked mutterings about waiting for the alpha to surrender to kill me makes me believe they are using me as leverage for something. If they are hoping Lachlan will trade his life for mine, they will be disappointed. That isn’t how we do things. Lachlan knows better than to trust a demon’s word.

If they are keeping me alive to torture in front of my Alpha, I would rather just die now. I’d kill myself if I could, but they prevented me from having any movement, and my beast is being contained with the heavy collar around my neck.

“Pussys!” I let out another gargled yell. “Filthy. Fucking,” I cough out another mouthfull of blood, “Bastards.” Speaking is getting harder and harder.

I will not be used. I keep praying that my lungs will drown with blood, but that wish just won’t be fulfilled. No matter how much strain I put on my body or how hard I struggle, it won't kill me.

My body had become numb from the pain, until I allowed myself to hang slack on the chains in exhaustion. Then my shoulder sends radiating pain through my back, up my spine, making my head pulse. That pulsing in my head is all I can hear, until….

“Keep going, ladies,” a recognizable whisper hissed in the darkness.

When I try to ignore the pulsing heartbeat ringing in my ears, I make out more whispers and heavy footsteps. My goddess. It’s a horde of something coming my way. Desperation for freedom or death travels over me, not wanting to be their plaything or a means for blackmail.

“Watch your step, girls. Irrita, use your magic to see around each corner before we approach. Lotty, take the rear. Elves and fairies, ward the space we occupy. Sound-proof it as best you can. Weres and Lycs, take your beast forms to prepare to fight if we-” The familiar voice went silent for a moment.

“What is it?” a lovely voice, probably the sweetest voice I have ever heard, asked the woman who was just dishing out the commands.

“Do you smell that? That scent?”

I know that voice. I know it well.

My dread leaves me, and I find the strength to start fighting for freedom again. “Beretta!” I hissed loudly, then coughed as blood continued to bubble down my face. “Beretta, you pantiless pirate! I'm here!” I called out with a mouth full of blood.

There is a rushing clatter outside the door, then sparks begin to light along the handle, making it glow a fiery red before it falls to the floor. Beretta pushed her way inside, then rushed to my side with a relieved look on her face.

“Beta! You Beta bastard! I thought,” her eyes are wide in surprise as she takes in my naked body, seeing the brutality I have had to endure. “Shit. I bet you wish you were dead about now,” she staggered back. I must look worse than I thought.

A small gasp caused me to look back towards the door.

The most beautiful woman I have ever seen is standing there. Though her naked body holds many scars and evidence of past violence, including jagged scars up and down her sides, I’m stunned by how truly perfect the woman appears. Her red hair and large green eyes add the perfect amount of color to compliment her milky skin. Her small nose has a sprinkling of freckles, and her lips are a similar color to her hair, looking plump and kissable.

Something inside me stirred when I stared at her. I felt broken inside just moments ago, but now it feels as if I’m whole again, and there is a part of me deep inside that is snapping into place.

The pounding in my head intensified. I barely notice Beretta groaning while fumbling with the lock on the collar, trying to force it apart until she accomplishes that goal, making the thing fall from around my neck with a loud clang. Then, suddenly, my beast came tearing out from the darkness where he was caged inside me, screaming and snarling in my head, “MATE!”

“Mate,” I whispered, staring at the woman. Her eyes go wide, her bottom lip trembling. She looks…. scared. Why?

Beretta stared at me with furrowed brows, then looked back at the woman. “Cecilia, come help me. He won’t bite.”

The redheaded beauty hesitates, then comes alongside Beretta, an anxious expression cast on her beautiful features.

“Get the shackles at his feet,” Beretta tells her, then gives me a warning look. “Your leg is broken, Beta. Badly. Tell your beast to quit snarling and ogling Captain Jack’s sister here and fix you so we can go.”

My eyes go wide in surprise, and she gives me another warning look before leaning in next to my ear.

“The girl has been here for years. Be patient and heal your ass so you can live to save your mate from being here any longer.”