Alpha Grayson | ✔️ (Published)

Chapter Twelve

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~Lexia

I don't know how long I've been tied here. I'm dehydrated, hungry and extremely tired.

Perhaps this state between sleep and consciousness is the real torture. Fighting at the haze that constantly surrounded me was exhausting. Maybe the neglect was too.

I began counting the days by the amount of times one man walked in. He would take advantage of my weakness, and drug me, so the nights and mornings would slip by unconscious and useless.

The next time the door opened, Reilly walked in. I expected him to drug me, and keep me here even longer...

"Pig," I mutter, salvaging enough of my hoarse voice to throw an insult at the red head. He smiles crookedly, strolling is casually with someone in tow.

"Delightful as ever," he muses, kicking the door closed behind him.

Escaping might have been a possibility. The rope around my wrist seems to have loosened over the course of the past few days, but the drugs render my limbs useless.

My mouth still works though.

"There are two things I hate about you," I mutter, looking up at him through the curtain of hair sticking to my face. He raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"Your face. Now shut both of them..." I snap.

He grins. "I don't think you're in the situation to be saying those things to me."

He stands directly in front of me, looking down as I sat in the chair. If my arms still had feeling, maybe I would have lashed out and punched him straight where the sun doesn't shine.

"Why am I here? If you think for a second I'll help you with this uprising, you need to stop smoking," I growl.

He stoops down, bringing himself to my level. My vision slightly spins, making me contemplate whether I might end up throwing up all over him. Just the look on his face does makes me feel nauseous....

"Obviously you don't have much of a choice. Tell me what you know of the uprising..."

"As much as you do. We worked together Reilly! And you lied...I'm no help to you, so let me go," I beg, my voice a pleading mess. I want nothing more than to get out of here.

Is Grayson looking for me? Does he even care?

"I can't. They all know...Your Pack knows, other Packs know. They know you're leading this thing, and they won't stop until they win," he tells me. I jump as he rests his hand on my knee.

"I'm not leading anything! I wanted to take down Kaden, yes. But I don't want every Alpha taken away. You think I can help you? You're mental," I say, shaking my leg back and forth so his hand would fall off, feeling as if it's weighed down by lead.

Reilly's hand slid further up my thigh, despite how pressed together they are.

"You may not know anything, but you're going to help me," he murmurs, leaning further over me. "In more ways than one."