Idina swallowed, her shoulders still shivering, the heat from the overhead light her only source of warmth. "What are you going to do?" She spat between shudders. "Kill me?"

The sound of water dripping from her body was the only noise that could be heard for many long seconds, along with her ragged breathing. When Xerxes stood, her back straightened and she wrapped her arms around her legs, recoiling into herself.

"Perhaps." Xerxes spat as he walked across from her, grabbing a wooden table and dragging it across the room, the legs dragging against the metal floor a harsh, painful sound. Two chairs were also brought out and situated on each end. Xerxes paused by one of them, one hand gripping the handle of the chair as he stared down at his mother.

"Come and sit."

His mother flinched from his harsh spoken, commanding words and she folded her arms tighter around her naked body.

"Sit, Idina." His bellow seemed to shake the table in the room, the two ceramic mugs on a counter. She did not move a muscle and Kesley shifted uncomfortably beside me, growing wary because of Idina's reluctance.

Xerxes strode to his mother and gripped her by her thin arm, hauling and dragging her to the chair. Once she was seated, he slid the chair closer to the table and her body jerked forward from the sharp movement, her palms landing flat on the table in surprise. She was exposed, naked and uncomfortable. But she need not worry about her lack of clothes; none of the persons in this shed were interested in her state of undress.

Xerxes moved to sit by the chair on the opposite end of the table. "So this is how the conversation between us will be, Idina. You will tell me what I need to know about the Insurgency Club and the plans which you want to carry out. You will answer my questions and I may just change my mind about killing you."

Idina's silver eyes narrowed. "And if I don't?"

"Then I will have to use force to make you speak. And after I do that, your death will be imminent." Xerxes cocked his head when she pressed trembling lips together, his tone mocking when he continued speaking."So what shall it be, lovely mother?"

Her head raised, gauging her son. Her mind was ticking, she was thinking hard. "You would not kill me. You don't have it in you."

Fangs glimmered under the yellow light in the room as Xerxes smiled, although there was nothing humourous in the action. "It would be in your best interest to not underestimate me, Idina." His voice had darkened, deepened into one which was unbelievably animalistic. It was a rough, gravel sound that raised the hairs on my skin and even Idina was taken aback.

"Now, will you speak with me willingly?" Xerxes asked. Idina looked away from his piercing gaze, looking towards the glass where I stood behind. I frowned; I knew there was little chance that she could see me, yet, it seemed like she was staring right in my direction.

"What do you want to know?" Her voice was still clipped, still annoyed and I knew it would be a struggle before Xerxes managed to get what he wanted from her.

Xerxes clasped his fingers together and leaned forward. "Let's start with the whole trying to overrule me shit. How were you planning to do that?"

Idina scowled, her eyes darting back to the Alpha. She licked her lips slowly, deep in thought as her shoulders lifted and lowered with every breath she took. And then, she straightened; smugness oozed from her. "I change my mind. I won't answer any of your questions, dear son."


Morning came and went, and she still refused to speak. The look of triumph on her face disgusted me when she watched Xerxes leave the room. A sense of satisfaction warmed me when I saw him enter the room again, weilding a briefcase. Idina's grin slowly melted away and confusion settled in her gaze as she watched him slam it down on the wooden table.

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