Chapter Forty-Nine #2
He threw his head back and started laughing. “You did. I will give you that.” Vince leaned closer to the bars and Megan lifted her lip. “You don’t like me, do you?”
“Should I?” she snapped back.
“Well, I am an Alpha.”
She snorted. “Why do males always think that is a good enough reason to like someone?” She leveled him with a glare.
“I wouldn't care if you were a king. I was out for a run, stumbled into your fucking shit show, and now I'm in here.” She looked around. “Caged like a wolf in a human zoo, and according to the one man in your little foursome of bullshit, waiting to die. So, Goddess forgive me, if I don’t give a fuck if you’re an Alpha or not.”
Vince laughed again and nodded. “Fair enough.” He leaned back in his seat. “How did you get out there?”
Megan played dumb. “What the hell do you mean? I live out there. If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a pack wolf.” She made a show of sniffing her fur. “I wasn’t on any pack lands I knew of.”
Vince nodded. “You’re right, we were a little off my pack lands.”
“Then why am I here? You have no jurisdiction over lone wolves on unclaimed land.” Megan growled. “I might not be a pack animal, but I know your fucking laws.”
Vince crossed his arms. “Right again. But you can’t leave.” He raised his hands and spread his fingers. “I feel like I should apologize.”
“Unless you’re apologizing for taking me and plan on releasing me…” Megan cocked her eyebrow. “No?” He shook his head. “Then I guess we have nothing to talk about.” She turned her back to him.
Vince sat watching us. I could hear him taking deep breaths, bringing in a lot of our scent.
I looked at Nix. You guys know more about the scent changing than I do. Can we make our scent more potent?
Yea…but why? Nix trotted over to our magic, the candle still burning.
Because I want our scent to almost burn into his nose. I want it to haunt him through the night, so he becomes obsessed with us faster. The faster he gets angry about how much he likes us, the faster we can get out of here.
Nix focused on the flame, and it grew bigger. The scent that they chose for Megan’s form filled the clearing. Smart. Plus, as he becomes more infatuated with us, he might slip up.
I nodded. We can hope he’s that dumb.
It’s Vince, Amy. Nix leveled me with a look. We know he’s that dumb. We both stared at each other for a minute before laughing. Nix turned and fanned the scented smoke with her tail. You do realize he is going to think we are about to hit a heat, right?
That’s fine. That’s actually perfect because it means he will do whatever he can to ensure that I'll mate with him. He can’t force me, so he will have to win me over, only then he can get me to shift back.
How do you know?
I don’t, but I have a feeling. We will just have to see how he reacts.
Nix nodded and fanned the scent further. Megan readjusted so her eye was facing Vince, and she glared at him. He smiled and made a show of settling into the chair, getting comfortable.
“You don’t want to get to know me? Maybe I’m a good guy.” He smirked.
But Megan just stood, fluffing her fur, and then spun.
Her tail swung in a way it looked like she was just trying to get comfortable, but she was sending her scent over to Vince.
Then she settled again and closed her eyes.
One eye stayed cracked so she could watch his reaction.
The jail was filled with the scent of old blood and antiseptic, but we saw when the scent hit him.
His eyes dilated and his nostrils flared as he took her scent in. “You’re almost in heat.”
But Megan ignored him. He stood and crowded the bars, drawing in more air and her scent.
“Fuck.” Then he turned and spun away. “I’ll be back with your next meal.
” He walked to the door, grabbed a tray he had left there, and came back.
He pushed the food through the tray slot at the bottom of the door.
Megan popped up. She walked over slowly, watching Vince. She stopped short of his hands. Then she pawed the food tray the rest of the way to her.
We watched Vince’s eyes almost completely disappear into his pupils before his wolf took over. His eyes flashed to a soft chocolate brown, and there was a deep rumbling in his chest. “You smell good.”
Megan rolled her eyes and sniffed the food. Each item had to be sniffed, tasted and then we had to wait for any reactions. But as soon as Megan sniffed the meat, she pulled back and swatted the tray against the bars.
Vince’s wolf watched her, and then he smirked. “Smart girl. Most don’t notice the silver.” Megan let out a low growl before she turned her back on him. He growled back. “You can pretend you don’t find me to be a threat, but I know the truth.”
She just flicked her tail, hopped back onto the bed, and closed her eyes.
Vince, or his wolf, watched us for a while longer before he stormed out of the building. The guard watching the door returned about five minutes later. He was panting and had a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.
He settled into the chair and grumbled. “He tells me to go have a fucking break and then screams at me for eating. The fuck did he expect me to do?”
Megan stayed in the same spot for the rest of the day. She didn’t touch any of the food that Vince brought her. She straight up ignored him every time he came in. The only thing she did was readjust every minute, sending her scent into the air.
It was slowly eroding at Vince’s sanity. By the third day, he was actually drooling. He had just sent the guard away and he was already at the bars, as close as he could be.
As soon as Megan saw him, she stood and turned her back to him.
Then she twitched her tail as she settled again, sending her scent into the air.
He reached a hand in with some water. Megan heard a droplet of water hit the ground so she opened her eyes, thinking it was from the cup, but she realized it was from Vince’s mouth.
His eyes were hooded and glazed. His mouth was slightly open as he panted in her scent and another droplet of drool hit the ground.
“Come here.” He tried to command her, but the words rolled off her back. He closed his eyes and hit his forehead against the bars. He yelped and jumped back.
Megan just shook her head slowly. “Did you forget your own cell was silver?”
Vince shook his head to clear it. “Your scent is making it difficult to think.”
Megan scoffed. “So you are blaming me for going into heat?” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t control when it happens.” She stood and hopped off the bed. She walked to the bars. “If you don’t like the smell, let me go.” She sat on her butt and glared at him.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
She laughed. “It’s not like you like me.”
“I do.” Vince jumped in and then realized what he did. His face went through the seven stages of grief. Then he settled on anger. “Stop fucking moving it around.” He threw the cup down the hall. “It’s stinking up this fucking place.”
I guess he’s moved on to anger. Nix snorted.
“You’re fucking blaming me? You fucking brought me here.”
“I had to.” He hissed. “You saw things you shouldn’t have. And if he fucking finds out, we are all dead.”
“Who the fuck cares? You’re the big bad Alpha as you fucking love to rub in my face. Who the fuck cares?”
“Garith!” There was that name again.
Who the hell is Garith? I feel like I should know. But something is blocking it. I looked at Nix and her eyes had glazed over. That isn’t normal. I growled.
What’s wrong? Nix snapped out of whatever had her.
Someone is using magic against us. Specifically, to forget who Garith is.
Nix furrowed her brows. Who’s that?
Exactly. Who is he?
“Who the fuck is Garith?” He froze, but Megan glazed over the name. “You wanna know what? I don’t actually give a fuck. This man isn’t going to fucking care about a lone wolf out for a run.”
Vince crouched down and leaned into the bars. He took in a big sniff and then sighed. “You are right. He wouldn’t care about you…and I shouldn’t either.” Then he turned and left the jail, slamming the door as he left.