Chapter 47

"That was an unexpected turn of events," Jason mumbles as we leave the office. "That's the understatement of the year," Micah joins in. "Who would have thought that the girl you tortured years ago was the miraculous help you've been looking for?" I don't answer. In fact, I don't even want to think about it. The moon goddess sure had a way of messing up someone's life a hundred ways to Sunday. The worst part is that I tortured Sadie thinking she had ruined my chances at saving my pack and having my mate. As it turns out, the woman I thought was my mate and my pack's salvation wasn't, and the one I loathed was. Yeah, the moon goddess was definitely having a field day messing up my life. "Have our warriors been released?" I ask instead. As I said, I didn't want to think about the boulder of information that just crashed on my head. "Yeah, King ordered their releases around the same time to get you," Micah answers. "Are they being taken care of?" Given how Sadie almost killed them, I have a right to be worried about my men. Her hate isn't confined to me; it seems that everyone except for Micah is on her shit list. "Yeah, the last I talked to Caleb, they were having breakfast," he says, referring to one of my top warriors. We remain quiet after that, allowing Micah to guide us. I was stressed, angry, hungry, and in need of a damn shower. Not to mention that my wounds had not completely healed given the damage Sadie did. We stop in front of a door. Micah opens it and ushers us in. "What the fuck is this, Micah?" I growl, Knox really close to the surface. For the first time in my life, Micah seems nervous. "This is your room." "You're shitting us, right?" Jason questions, looking at the room in disgust. Could I even call the fucking thing a room? It was the size of a matchbox. I could barely squeeze my ass inside it even if I wanted to. "No, this is the room Sadie assigned you," he stammers, looking everywhere except at me. The bloody place was dusty, the furniture seemed to be rotting, and instead of a bed (not like it would even fit), there was an old, dirty, and tattered mattress on the floor. Both Knox and I growl at the disrespect, but what did I expect? King treatment? I threw her in a dungeon for months; there was no way she was letting me have that. "And where are you staying?" I turn to my gamma. His eyes refuse to meet mine. Just by his reaction, I know it most likely isn't the shitty place that I was given. "You'll have to repeat that," I demand, clenching and unclenching my fists. "I was assigned a guest suite," he whispers. Fury burns inside me, and I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from lashing out at my gamma. I know this isn't his doing, but my suspicion keeps getting stronger. Why is he the only one getting this kind of treatment? Sure, he didn't partake in torturing Sadie, but there has to be something more to it. It can't simply be that. "Seems like the three of us will be crashing in your suite," I seethe through gritted teeth. "Isn't that just perfect? Like old fucking times." He doesn't say anything except nod his head. He then turns and gestures for us to follow him. Minutes later, he ushers us into a very spacious suite. Spotting the bathroom, I start walking toward it. I need to get rid of the dirt and gunk from the dungeon. "When I am done, you are going to talk about why Sadie seems indebted to you," I say before closing the door. Taking off my clothes, I jump into the shower and turn the water on. Leaning my forehead against the wall tiles, I allow the hot water to flow down my back. Everything was fucked up. How the hell was I going to do this? How am I supposed to convince Sadie to help when we hated each other to the core? Being my mate doesn't change the fact that she cost me the woman I loved. But I also need her. She's the only one, according to the prophecies, who is able to break the curse. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. There was no going around this. No way out of it. If there was a loophole to this damn curse, then I would take it, but there isn't one. She's our only hope. I'm so fucking frustrated. I punch the wall, but it does nothing to alleviate the anger and bitterness swimming inside me right now. Finishing my shower, I grab a towel before wrapping it around my waist. I get out and immediately spot my luggage. Good thing Micah had the sense to bring it into the room. I rummage through it before pulling out a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of boxers. I quickly put them on, only to start pacing once I am done. "I asked someone to bring you two something to eat," Micah says as I stand up. "You missed breakfast and you didn't get dinner yesterday, so I am sure you must be hungry." As much as I wanted to, I couldn't focus on his words. My head was spinning as my mind faced a thousand thoughts per second. It felt like I was losing my mind with everything that had happened since I got here. "I'll take a shower before the food gets here," Jason announces, but before he could leave, there was a soft knock on the door. Micah opens it and ushers a lady carrying trays of food in. She greets us, and after setting them on the table, leaves. "On second thought, I'll eat first, just so I don't collapse from hunger while in the shower," Jason beams, right before he starts removing the tray lids. I was just about to grab a plate when a smell hits me. It wasn't the scent of food. Stopping, I take a lungful of air, trying to separate the different scents and lock in on that particular one. It was faint, and I only got a whiff of it, but it was calling to me. "Do you feel that?" Knox whispers, his snout in the air. Something shifts and settles inside me. Yeah, I definitely feel it. It's the same feeling I got three years ago.