Isabella's point of view
I laid on his chest and we were both panting hard. I can't believe this actually happened. I tried moving but it hurt to. Probably should've made him do it slower than thinking going faster would make it feel better.
I winced at the pain but continued to get up and stand. But it hurt to. Quinn stood up and wrapped his arms around me. I collapsed against him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He told me as he grabbed my undies and handed them to me. "Hey now!!" I squealed and grabbed them from him. "Don't touch these, sir." I mumbled and slowly pulled them on. I grabbed my bra and clasped it on.
I stopped for a second for the pain to pass. But it didn't. So I just had to fight through in order to get the shirt and pajama pants back on. Quinn was already dressed by the time I finished and he gently picked me up and carried me back to his pack.
Ryan met us half way. "Guess you guys actually did something?" She giggled. "Could you not?" I asked and huffed. I really didn't want to talk about it. I gave in. I let him take me. I let him take the one thing I could never get back. I was upset with myself. I was going to reject him and get away from this place. But something in me stopped and let him do whatever he wanted with my body.
My wolf growled at me, saying I'm really bipolar. I told her I wasn't and she told me I was because first I was fine with Quinn but then I quickly changed around and wanted to reject him. Okay maybe I am a little bipolar but seriously. She's the one who decided that his wolf was her mate. I could never change her mind, even if I wanted to. Her and I both know he could possibly be a bad guy and that he was just using us.
He sat me down on a couch and walked into the kitchen where Alec was. Ryan sat next to me. "You are the most bipolar weirdo I have met." She told me. I shrugged. "First you're all over Quinn, then you say you practically hate the guy and say you're going to reject him, then now you're all over him again and mated." She said. I shrugged. "I'm weird, okay? I can't help it." I sighed.
The phone rang and I jumped. She got up and answered it. "Hello?" She said, followed by a light pause. "Oh, Alpha. Hello. How was your meeting?" She asked, then followed by another pause. "Yes, I can get him. He's in the kitchen." She walked into the kitchen with the cordless phone and I heard her faintly say that Mordecai was on the other line.
Quinn's point of view
"Quinn, it's Alpha Mordecai. He's asking for you." Ryan told me as she handed me the phone. "Ya?" I asked. "Hello, Quinton." He said. He rarely ever called me by my full first name, or full name ever, unless I was in trouble with him or he wanted something. "What do you want, Mordecai?" I asked. I know I should be calling him alpha because he is my alpha but I don't really give a rat's behind about it.
I heard him take a deep breath. "Have you checked on our... guests?" He chose the word carefully. But him and I both know they are prisoners. "Not today, no." I said. "Could you? And also, I enrolled your little mate in school. She starts tomorrow." He said. Why would he care if Isabella got schooling? "Okay. Will do." I said. He mumbled a bye and the phone call stopped.
I handed the phone back to Ryan. "Apparently he's being nice for once in his worthless life and letting Isabella go back to school." I told her. She nodded. "And you shouldn't say stuff like that about the Alpha. Even if it is true." She said and went back into the living room with the phone. I sighed. It's true. He just needs to die already. I could kill him myself and become the alpha but alpha seems too much responsibility for me right now.
I finished what I was making for Isabella. Which was a sandwich. I can't cook for the life of me so sandwiches are the best I can do. I cut it in half and took it out to her but she was passed out on the couch. Great. I set the plate down on the table and just sat in the chair that was next to the couch and I watched her sleep. She was so peaceful when she slept.
As I looked at her, pain rose and caught in my throat. Just last night, I overheard her saying that she was going to reject me. That she wouldn't want to be with me. Even if I was her mate. Then this morning I just had to go and mark her. I was mad. Mad that I would be loosing her. Yeah, I've only known her for a couple of days. But she kind of grew on me. I knew the instant when I saw her, that I loved her. I really do.
She stirred slightly and looked up at me. She had a worried look on her face when she sat up. "Are you okay?" She asked. I gave her a look. "Ya. Why?" I lied and asked. Getting up from the couch, she stalked over to me and slid onto my lap. "You're crying." She touched my cheek to wipe away what I'm guessing were tears. I grabbed her hand and ran my thumb along the back of it. "I'm fine." I told her, giving a reassuring smile.
She didn't seem to believe it. "Quinn tell me." Lightly and gently she planted a kiss on my lips. I grabbed her waist and pressed her into me. I adjusted her onto my lap and grabbed the plate with the sandwich. "Here. You need to eat." I told her quietly as I handed her the plate. Taking it, she eyed the sandwich and pushed it back into my hand. "I don't want it. I'm not hungry." She mumbled but I just handed it back to her. "I don't care. It's almost one in the afternoon and you haven't eaten since last night. And you barely ate anything last night." I told her.
She shook her head no. "I don't want it. You can't make me eat." She said and slid off my lap and went back over to the couch. "Isabella, please. Eat." I told her. She shook her head no. "I want to starve." She growled at me. "You know what, fine." I set the plate down and stalked off outside.
Isabella's point of view
My stomach twisted and turned. Quinn was trying to feed me but I didn't want anything to do with food. "Isabella, please. Eat." He pleaded. But I just shook my head no. "I want to starve." I growled at him. I didn't want food, I don't want food, I'll never want food and that is that.
He almost slammed the plate down. "You know what, fine." He said and stalked off outside. "Fine." I called after him. Ryan came out two seconds later, showered and changed. "What were you married couple fighting about this time?" She teased. "He wanted me to eat. But I'm not hungry." I mumbled. She sat next to me and grabbing the plate all in one motion. "He's right. I know you didn't eat barely half of your plate last night at the dinner and didn't eat any breakfast because you were sound asleep in my bed until eleven and you and lover boy were doing whatever in the woods until almost twelve thirty." She said.
She shoved the plate into my hands. "Quinn made this for you so you are going to sit here and eat it until it's all gone. Every piece of it. I will force whatever crumbs down your throat if I have to." She told me sternly and sat there, looking at me, waiting for me to bite into the sandwich. But I truly wasn't hungry. Just looking at the sandwich made me nauseated and want to barf. But I just shoved a corner of a half into my mouth and chewed on it. It was a ham sandwich with cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce.
I finished one half and tried giving the plate back to Ryan. "Done." I said and tried pushing it in her hands but she wouldn't take it. "No, Isabella. Eat the rest of it. As I said. I will shove it down your throat." She told me. Sighing, I ate the other half. "There. Done." I mumbled with a mouthful of food. She nodded and took the plate away from me.
Alec stalked into the room from wherever he came from and wrapped his arms around Ryan. "Good afternoon, lovelies." He said as he kissed the side of her head and looked up at me to give me a wink. "Hey babe." She smiled up at him. They were so perfect together. They're just like Val and Frankie.
Val and Frankie.. What am I going to tell them? That I can't go back to Wildwood? That I was marked and officially mated with the beta of Black Bird? I sighed. "I think I'm going to go take a shower." I mumbled and stood up. "Here. I actually made you some clothes." She said and led me to her bedroom.
She handed me a pair of light blue shorts and a matching t-shirt. "And here." She said as she put a pair of undies on top of the clothes. "Feel free to use my shower." She said and walked out of the room and closed the door.
I took a quick shower and changed. I never wanted to be out of pajamas faster than I wanted to be out of his. I walked out of Ryan's room and threw the pajamas into Quinn's room before I decided to walk to the door and down the stairs that led to the cells. I looked at everyone in the cells. They were all dirty and their hair a mess. One lady, who was probably in her fifties looked up at me. "Please help us." She called out to me. "I will. I promise I'll do my best to get you out of here." I told her.
Before she answered, I walked down to Val's cell and quickly unlocked it with the key in the cabinet. She looked up at me. Her face seemed a whole lot thinner. Which means they aren't feeding them. "Oh Val." I cried as I hugged her. "I'm so sorry this is happening to you." I hiccuped. She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her face into my neck. "Don't be upset." She told me. "I have to tell you something." I sniffled and pulled back. "Once you guys get out of here, I can't come with you." I told her.
Her eyes widened. "What? You have to come back with us. Please Iz." She said. Tears brimmed her eyes. I wiped them away. "I have to stay. I have to be here with Quinn." I told her. She shook her head no. "I know you wanted a mate but... What about Frankie? What about me? You can be happy with us." She cried. I shook my head but that caused the mark to hurt. "Please Iz. I want you to be with us. We're your family. Not him." She hiccuped. "I'm sorry." I told her as I pulled my collar away from my neck. She gasped as she saw the mark. "Iz..." "I'm sorry Val. But he just marked me this morning. I couldn't stop him from doing it. We mated. It's all over with." I told her.
She turned her head from me. "Val, don't be this way." I cried and grabbed her hand. But she just pulled it away from me. "Get out of my face, Isabella." She spat. She turned her head back to look at me. "You aren't my best friend OR my sister."