Chapter 91

ALPHA MARCELLUS STORM

Marcellus scowled as he alternated between staring at the both of the rogues through the bars of their respective cells; not trusting them to be in one cell together.

After they had been detained by his warriors and the unconscious female rescued from their grasps, it was almost as if they had given up. But with the way one of the rogues stared back at him with the defiance clear in his eyes, Marcellus was definite that there was more to the story than they were currently seeing.

These rogues had given up way too quickly – barely even putting up a fight as they were escorted to the dungeons and locked away – that not for one second did Marcellus think that this was a simple kidnapping story. The capture had been way too easy so now, they needed to figure what was truly going on.

Marcellus. Dalton called out to him through the mind link. The pack doctor is currently doing a check up on the she-wolf but like the other females that were kidnapped, she’s still unconscious.

Did they do anything to her? Marcellus asked quietly, his eyes growing darker in colour as he thought of the mistreatment of a she-wolf, and an innocent wolf at that, too.

We don’t know yet but the doctor is checking. However, they found a mark on her neck.

What kind of mark?

A mate mark. Dalton explained. One of the nurses was changing her clothes and when she touched her neck, some makeup or something came off. They then found a mate mark on her neck.

What the fuck are they doing with a mated she-wolf?

I have no idea. Dalton sighed. But I would guess that her mate is one of the other two.

Probably. Marcellus couldn’t help but agree with a thoughtful expression on his face.

How are things going down in the basement? Do you need me to come down here?

I could do with some helping torturing information out of these rogues. He couldn’t help but growl, his eyes flickering toward the first rogue who had curled himself into a small bowl in the corner of the room while the second leaned against the back wolf, watching the Alpha silently. Let’s find out which one of these wolves tried to kidnap his own mate.

Unwilling to wait until Dalton joined them, Marcellus’ lips curled up into a devilish sneer as he took a step toward the cell directly in front of him. While the defiant wolf who refused to stand his ground probably would be harder to break, Marcellus had a feeling that the woman was his mate since he had been the one carrying her and currently, the other wolf was rocking himself back and forth in the corner, more worried and concerned about himself than anyone else.

The fact that he potentially had leverage over the first wolf meant that either he would be easier to crack, or the second wolf would get intimidated and end up spilling the entire truth.

Either way, Marcellus demanded answers and knew just the way to get them.

“Why were you trying to kidnap your own mate?” Marcellus asked with his arms crossed over his chest, choosing to not beat around the bush.

“What?” The rogue sounded aloud in confusion, though his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “I don’t have a mate. What are you talking about?”

“Then why does that unconscious she-wolf have a mark on her neck which was covered with makeup?” Dalton asked from behind him as he entered into the cell after having just arrived, careful of the silver bars.

The rogue frowned with a mask of confusion on his face, yet not for one second did Marcellus allow himself to fall for the act. It was evident to him that the unconscious she-wolf was the mate of one of these rogues so now, it was just trying to figure out which one it was. While he had his money bet on the first rogue that was determined to keep up the tough guy act, now he wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t know anything about that.” The rogue denied with a shake of his head before turning to glance at the second rogue however, he only seemed to fear away with all the pairs of inquisitive eyes on him.

“Well, if she’s not your mate then she’s his mate.” Dalton hummed as he gestured toward the second rogue whom only shook his head frantically in response, denying the claim.

“Look, man.” The first rogue began but very quickly stopped in his tracks as Marcellus growled threateningly at him, not at all fond of the lack of disrespect. “Alpha,” the rogue was quick to correct, not wanting his head torn off just yet. “We don’t know anything about that she-wolf or her having a mate. We were just told to kidnap her and dump her body outside your pack.”

“And who instructed you to kidnap her?”

“Nice try.” The rogue snorted but the sound was muffled as Marcellus landed a hard blow to his stomach, not at all found of the game of cat and mouse that the rogue was trying to play, clearly hell bent on wasting his time or perhaps, in attempt of buying himself some time.

As the rogue bent over and clutched his stomach, a strangled gasp escaping him, Marcellus huffed in impatience and glanced down at his watch, very aware that it was already quite late and he would need to hurry this up if he wanted to go see his mate. Even if from just outside the house as he wasn’t allowed inside.

“Why do you keep looking at the time for?” The rogue spat at his feet, blood now coating his shoes. “You got a booty call or something waiting for you?”

Marcellus chuckled dryly and rolled his eyes, not the least bit amused. On the contrary, he was beyond frustrated and wanted nothing more than slam the rogue against the wall and knock some fear into him.

“With the way I’m about to mess up your face, you won’t have to worry about a booty call ever again.” Marcellus chuckled darkly as he snapped his fingers and took a step closer toward the rogue, very aware of the fact that Dalton and a few of his warriors were watching from the entrance of the cell but most importantly of all, the other rogue was watching.

“But then you’ll be late for your booty call.” The rogue merely smirked in response, a sharp glint in his eyes as he defiantly stared up at the Alpha.

Marcellus growled lowly and rolled his eyes, nearing the end of his patience and unable to put up with anymore bullshit.

“I haven’t got a booty call.” He denied.

“Well, I’m glad your mate will be glad to hear that.” The rogue snorted and turned his head to glance at his partner in crime who peaked at them from under his lashes, still gently rocking back and forth in the corner of the cell; separated by some silver bars which would burn any werewolf upon touch.

“I don’t have a mate.” Marcellus denied even though his wolf protested, angry at him for denying them their mate once again. Except this time, he had good intentions and continued to deny Anastasia as his mate in hopes of keeping her safe and out of this situation.

“Then why do you sleep in neutral territory every night?” The rogue smirked up at him before he glanced over Marcellus’ shoulder, clearly happy and satisfied with the response that he had managed to ignite in the warriors and Beta wolf. It was evident that none of them knew about the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping in his own bed lately, even more so that this rogue seemed to claim that he had a mate even though the Alpha had never even hinted at it before.

Marcellus’ body immediately stilled and he didn’t need to turn around to know that all of his pack mates were currently confused.

Mars? What is he talking about? Dalton questioned him in a quiet voice, very much aware of the sensitivity of the situation.

He’s talking bullshit. Marcellus denied quickly even though the rogue had been speaking nothing short of facts yet not everything made sense to him.