His tortured mate

Chapter 1

Caylee

I have been stuck in this cold, dark cell in the dungeons of the Silver moon pack for weeks, if not months. I hate being caged and the only time I feel calm and at peace is when he is here. I really don’t understand why he makes me feel that way, I mean, he is my enemy and loyal to my back-stabbing bitch of a sister. So why do I have this ridiculous attraction towards him? Why do I hunger for his touch when I should be sickened by his presence? I already had my shot at true love and my sister’s jealousy took him from me, just as she took everything else from me. I don’t understand this need I have for him. It makes me feel guilty, because I never felt anything like this for my true mate. I never felt this almost desperate need to feel his touch. Yes, sure I enjoyed feeling his touch, but I never needed it.

I must admit, my cell looks a lot better than the other cells down here. Where I have a very soft and comfortable bed with a decent toilet and a sink with soap that smells like lavender and shampoo and conditioner, with a clean towel and a small cupboard with a few clean sets of underwear and relatively nice clothes, the other cells, just have a sink and a shitty toilet. As I am currently the only prisoner, there is no way for me to know how they treat the other prisoners, but I know for a fact that they won’t have the luxuries that I currently have. I’m not sure what the purpose is of giving me these luxuries, but I am sure my sister has some or other twisted reason for it.

My sister’s mate and alpha of this pack, Jackson, locked me in here after I tried killing her precious son. Unfortunately, I failed at that task, the only task I was given by Damon, my mate. Cole might have been his son, but he chose Eva above him and was fighting against us. Damon knew the only way to get to Eva would be to take down her son as he seems to be the only person she ever cared about. In the beginning I didn’t quite understand how my nephew could choose that witch over his loving father, but I know she kept Cole away from his father for years, she has twisted his mind into believing Damon was this big bad monster and there was just no saving him. Cole was her only weakness and also very human, it should’ve been an easy job to get rid of him and I would’ve succeeded had it not been for his mate. If he hadn’t found her before I got to him, he wouldn’t have survived the change.

I am sitting here in the dark, lost to my own thoughts when I hear the basement door open and somehow, I instantly know it is him. I have been visited by very few people since I have been locked up in this hell hole, but since the day I attacked my sister, I have only been visited by him, but at least three times a day I get a meal delivered by different people, but they never stick around to talk. There is one woman that comes down most of the time to give me my dinner and she loves to just glare at me. From what I have gathered from him, her name is Tate and she is very protective over my sister Eva, which everyone here calls Katy, and because I am a threat to my sister, Tate, doesn’t like me very much. Well, screw her, I have reason to hate my sister and I can’t wait to put an end to her pathetic existence.

It doesn’t take long before he is standing in front of my cell. With his dark brown hair and his melted chocolate brown eyes, large built and sexy full lips, Craig Michaels is the perfect package. He has a black shirt on that doesn’t leave much for the imagination, showing off his impressive abs. The sleeves of his shirt look like it is going to tear at any second with his bulging muscle. His black jeans are riding low on his hips and I would give anything to have him lift up his arms so that I can just get a peek at what is underneath his clothes. My body vibrates with need as it does every time he is near and it confuses me how just having him in close proximity can bring my body to life.

I honestly don’t know why he comes down here every day, and I absolutely hate how excited I get, knowing I will see him. I have come to depend on him, on the hour he comes to spend with me every day to make sure I eat and to just talk about sweet nothings. I hate that I feel the need to find a reason to keep him here longer, but no matter what I do, he always leaves and I am stuck fighting my demons in the dark.

“How are you feeling today?” He asks the same question he always asks when he comes to visit.

“Like I want to get the hell out of here.” I give him the same answer I always do. Craig gives a soft laugh and shakes his head as he opens the door to my cell and comes in before locking it. “Why do you keep coming here? I know my sister hates me and would rather see me dead, so why do you keep coming down here when I know you are loyal to her?” I have asked this before and he usually says that someday I will understand. I am tired of that someday, I am tired of being stuck in this stupid cell and I am definitely tired of this war going on in my mind. I need to get out of here before I go crazy!

“Your sister doesn’t hate you Caylee. If it wasn’t for the fact that your sister loves you more than she loves herself, you would’ve been dead. I know you have suffered a lot, but your sister isn’t the cause of all your suffering and if you could just open yourself up to your wolf, she might be able to help you understand it.” Craig says, frustration clear in his voice. I am surprised by his answer, but he doesn’t know the truth like I do. He didn’t see the things I did. He only knows her side of the story, but he doesn’t know Damon’s side.

“My wolf is as silent as the grave. I have tried to reach her like you said I should and still nothing. I really think you guys are talking shit when you say my wolf is a separate being. I have been a werewolf for the past five and a half years and I haven’t spoken to her once. And as for my sister, you don’t know the shit she has done. It seems she has everyone here wrapped around her little finger and she has brainwashed you to believe she is innocent. If my sister ever loved me, she wouldn’t have locked me up in this hell hole to begin with!” I feel tears running down my cheeks and I quickly turn away from him. I don’t want him to know how weak I have gotten. I don’t want him to know how much pain I really am. Something about being locked in a dark cell feels familiar and every time Craig leaves and my body gives in to exhaustion, I get these dreams, nightmares of being locked up and beaten. I can never see my captor, but I am sure it has something to do with my sister. I always wake up screaming and dripping in sweat.

“I hate seeing you locked in here, but you haven’t given me any reason to believe that you won’t try to run or kill Katy the second I let you out of this cell. As much as it pains me to see you in here, I can’t allow you to kill her. You might not regret it immediately, but in time, you will and the regret you will suffer then, will be far worse than what you are suffering now.” He says with sadness clear in his eyes. I can’t understand why he is even here. Is my sister forcing him to come visit me every day, trying to get me to forgive her for what she has done, just so that she can stab me in the back again? Does she get pleasure for the emotional pain she is putting me through? Can’t she just kill me and get it over and done with? Then I can get rid of all this confusion and guilt I am feeling for being so attracted to Craig and finally be with my mate again. Isn’t it bad enough that she had to force Damon to kill our parents? Is she expecting me to fall in love with Craig or get attached to him, just so that she can take him away from me? What is her plan here?

“You have no idea how much I suffer being stuck in this fucking cell! I would enjoy ripping her apart piece by piece, but not before I make her watch as I take away every single thing she has ever loved in this world! She deserves every single bit of pain I will cause her!” I scream at him but regret it the second the words are out of my mouth. This won’t help me get out of here and when he walks back to the door of the cage, it takes everything in me not to jump up and wrap my arms around him and beg him to stay.

“Someday, you will remember who your sister really is, and I hope that day comes soon, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep coming down here and see you like this.” He turns around and gives me one last look. I don’t understand the pain I see in his eyes, it doesn’t make any sense why my captivity should cause him so much pain. Along with the pain, I see longing in his eyes and that just confuses me more. Fear and need drives me and before he can step out of the cage, I jump up from the bed and wrap my hand around his arm. I can’t explain why I needed to stop him, but the second I touched him, sparks flew up my arms and before I knew it, Craig had me wrapped in his arms. He hugs me tight to his body and presses his nose against my hair and breathes in deep, as if he is trying to breathe me in. If it wasn’t for the fact that for the first time in what feels like forever, I felt like I am home, I would’ve been embarrassed for how I smell. I have been locked in here for a long time and only have the sink to wash myself in as no one trusts me out of this cell. My sister did drug me one time and washed me while I was unconscious, but that was weeks ago. Now I really wish for that shower.

I don’t know how long we stand there and just hold on to each other, but I really don’t care. I wish I could stay like this, wrapped in his arms for eternity. Right now I don’t want to think about the reasons why I need him, I don’t want to think about the reasons why he makes me feel at home. I don’t want to question the sparks I can feel everywhere his body is touching mine. I just want to stay here, because I know the second he leaves, I will lose this peace, will lose this feeling of being whole. I know the second he leaves, guilt will start eating its way through me.

After some time, I feel Craig’s hold on me loosen and I want to cry and scream at him to not let go, to not leave me alone, but I know he will let me go sooner or later. I quickly step back before he has the chance to and I feel the loss immediately. It takes everything in me to walk back to my bed and keep the tears at bay. I hear him give a sigh and I can feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to give into the need to look at him. I know the second I give in to that need, I will go running back into his arms. After a few more seconds, I hear the door open and then shut again. I wait until I hear his footsteps disappear before I allow the tears to fall.