The Rejected Female Wolf - Chapter 122: Chapter 122

I stare at the wall opposite me feeling completely helpless. There's nothing I can do. This is the end for me. I hear the door open up again, but I don't get up from my spot. I use my hair as a sort of protection from the person, but I know that won't do much.
"I don't get what everyone sees in you." My head snaps up at the unfamiliar voice. My eyes widen when I see that it's Ryder's uncle. My heartbeat increases and I see him smirk. I'm sure he's glad that I'm afraid of him.
"What do you want from me?" I ask in a small voice.
"Me? I don't want anything to do with you. In fact, if I had things my way, you wouldn't even be alive anymore." I gulp loudly and then wince at the pain in my throat.
"Who are you?" I ask. Hopefully he doesn't realize that I already know who he is. A small smirk makes its way across his face and I can feel my heartbeat thundering against my ribcage.
"I'm your worst nightmare." The smirk on his face widens and I shiver slightly. He's about to say something when a man steps in the room.
"Alpha," he says before bowing. Alpha? What's going on? He has a pack? The man gestures towards outside and Patrick nods his head.
"I'll be back for you later. Don't try anything because you will be punished." The evil glint in his eyes makes my bottom lip quiver and I can feel more tears spilling out of my eyes. He smirks, obviously satisfied by my reaction before leaving the room with the man.
What am I going to do?
Elizabeth's POV
It's been a while since Zack and Patrick kidnapped me. I'm not sure how much time has passed exactly, but I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker. I still haven't been able to feel Annabel, so I haven't been able to contact anyone.
Every hour someone comes to check up on me. Every hours food is brought to me. I ignore the people when they check up on me and refuse to answer any of their questions. Some of the men get really angry when I do that so I've gotten a few hits here and there. I don't make a sound because I don't want them to have the satisfaction. I don't eat the food because I know that it's probably poisoned. I don't know why I can't feel Annabel, but I feel like if I eat some of the food, things will get worse.
Every minute that I'm away from Ryder brings me pain. My heart beats dully in my chest. I don't have the will to live or do anything. These feelings would be so much worse if Ryder and I had mated. At least this way when I die he won't feel as much pain.
I'm brought out of my sad thoughts by the creaking of the door as it opens. I hear the door close and my heartbeat increases. This room is soundproof and some of the guys have been threatening to do some things to me if I don't start cooperating. I shudder and wrap my arms around my knees.
"Are you hungry, miss?" Oh, it's only him. I prefer when he comes to check on me or when he brings me food since he is the kindest one. It's hard to believe that he's part of this mess since he seems so nice. Maybe it's not by choice. When I continue to stare at the wall he lets out a sigh.
"I'm worried about you. You really need to eat." I still don't answer and I can see he's starting to get a little frustrated.
"What would your mate think if he was here? You can't stay like this! You need to fight! For your mate and your pack! Please don't give up!" Something inside of me stirs and I blink a few times. He's right. I can't just give up. I have a mate and a pack that's out there probably worried out of their minds and here I am acting like a baby. I've always been weak, and I've never stood up for myself. That needs to change. I will not go down without a fight.
I look up and glance at the man for the first time. He has short black hair, brown eyes, and a splash of freckles across his nose. His eyes are kind even though his face looks kind of scary. He's pretty muscular, and I have no doubt that he could kill me in an instant.
"Why are you helping me? Why do you even care?" I'm honestly curious as to why he's doing this. He's basically putting his life in danger for me, the enemy.
"Because you're innocent, and I'm tired of seeing innocent people hurt. I'm tired of this life. I want out." He looks like he's remembering a painful memory. I raise an eyebrow, but he just shakes his head. I guess that's a story for another time.