The Alpha’s Rejected And Broken Mate
Chapter 60

Stacey

POV

The dungeon is cold, dank and smelly. It's utterly disgusting. I wrinkle my nose up in disgust, turning towards Laurence, or Beta Laurence as I'd been instructed to call him, in disgust. "This isn't working for me" I whined, complaining "when am I going to be let out?" God, I hoped it was soon. I couldn't stand being down here, especially with him.

Laurence looks at me in disgust. "You're lucky you are even in the dungeon and weren't killed when we apprehended you. I don't know what you were thinking, putting your baby in danger like that" he said, his eyes raking over me in contempt. I ignored him and instead I feel a sense of satisfaction as I glare at him "it's not just my baby, it's Rowan's baby too. Which means it's the Alpha's heir, doesn't it Laurence, so how about giving me some respect" I demanded heatedly. My eyes flashed at him.

Laurence laughed out loud. "It's hard to respect a slut" he sneered ", especially one such as you. Why did you have to come back, Stacey? Why couldn't you have just left well alone? Rowan was doing so much better without you here."

I felt indignant. How dare Laurence speak to me like that! Didn't he know that I was going to be the future Luna once more? Well, then, I thought with a wicked smile, let him speak to me like this. It would only be further amusing when it came time to punish him. "Laurence, I want out of here" I snarled, not liking that I was helpless.

He sighs and looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head. "I would have happily killed you on sight if it wasn't for that baby" he growled "now will you shut up already and just lie down or something? Maybe go to sleep, then I won't have to listen to your annoying voice anymore."

I glare at him some more, wishing I had the power to set him on fire. I wish Celia was here, she'd have turned him into a toad in an instant. A big fat slimy toad that would get trodden on by some poor unsuspecting pack member. It brought a smile to my face. I gingerly lowered myself onto the threadbare cot, feeling the springs of the rather pitiable mattress, poke into my behind. "How long is this going to take?" I asked him annoyed."Why isn't Rowan coming down to see me?" Surely he would want to replace out for himself if this was his baby or not?

I was going to be annoying as hell until Rowan came down and spoke to me instead of being a coward and making Laurence do all the work. As it was, Laurence had been popping in and out, doing pack business or so he claimed and leaving me alone and bored for long periods of time. I suspected it was all made up, just not wanting to be near me.

I could smell dried blood in here and it gave me the shivers. I could see in my mind's eye, the man I'd cheated with, being tortured right in front of my eyes. He had died because of me and yet, I still had no regrets, other than I'd been caught of course. Damn Rowan for deciding to come home early that day. A few more hours or even one and he would have suspected nothing. Now I had that b***h to contend with as well. I bet he was with her, I thought to myself sourly. That was why he wasn't coming down. "You know, contrary to what you might think, the world doesn't revolve around you" hissed Laurence.

I scowled at him. As far as I was concerned, it did. Or it would very soon and when I was Luna again, Laurence was a goner I resolved to myself. Even if I had to get Celia to help get rid of him.

"I need food and water" I moaned, placing a hand on my stomach in a protective gesture "you wouldn't starve an unborn child now would you" I added for extra measure.

I half expected him to mind-link, someone, in order to get the food but he clearly wanted to be as far away from me as possible, because he almost leapt to his feet in his eagerness. "Fine" he snapped, thoroughly fed up "I'll get you some food and water." He reached over and made sure that the dungeon cell was locked first, testing it with his hand and pulling on it hard, before he released it, his skin burnt where the silver had touched his flesh.

"At least I know you're not going anywhere" he muttered under his breath, turning around and stomping up the stairs. I heard a loud thud as the door slammed shut.

I listened intently, making sure his footsteps were faded, before I whispered the words that Celia had taught me to unlock the cell and then I watched in awe as the door swung open, releasing me from my confinement and my cell. I walked through, feeling triumphant. The spell had worked, exactly as she told me it would. I was free. I hastily dusted myself down, hating the smell of blood that clung to my clothes, no matter how much I tried to adjust and dust them off. There was nothing I could do about it, the smell of the dungeon was going to cling to me no matter what, and I slowly, carefully, slunk up the stairs, the door leading up to the pack house locked. I sighed and chanted again, the door swinging open with such a loud creak that I half feared that Laurence would hear it and come rushing back. But there were no sounds of running footsteps and I breathed a giant sigh of relief, closing the door behind me and slowly making my way towards the study, careful to avoid the kitchen, where I abruptly stopped in my tracks as I heard the sound of what sounded like crying, coming from behind the study door. It was muffled crying, as though the person was crying into their hands, but I could still make out the sounds clearly. Was it Rowan?

Was Rowan crying? I didn't understand. In all the time I had known the man, I had never seen him shed a single tear, and now he was crying behind what was another supposedly locked door. I frowned and whispered the words gently, the door flicking open and revealing a very startled Rowan who glared at me from behind his hands. I could hear running footsteps now and Laurence came dashing towards me, an angry look on his face.

"How did you get out of your cell" he demanded, scowling darkly at me. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, eliciting a small cry from me.

"You didn't lock it properly." I lied.

Rowan stood up, looking imposing and intimidating, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "It doesn't matter how she got out" he sighed "just let her go, Laurence, we need to have a discussion anyway."

I grinned at Laurence who reluctantly let me go and then turned and walked away, leaving Rowan and me alone in private.

"Take a seat," said Rowan, gesturing towards an armchair. I took one, placing a hand on my stomach, as his eyes shot to it. He went around and sat back down in his chair, folding his hands together and regarding me silently for a moment.

"So you're pregnant," Rowan said quietly "but is it mine?" Was it my imagination or did his voice sound wistful as he asked?

I stared at him, seething, biting my lip in my anger and drawing blood. "How can you ask that of me" I demanded growling "do you think I would have risked coming here, with someone else's baby? How stupid do you think I am?"

He stares. Silence, nothing but awkward silence. Then "I'm going to want a paternity test," he said evenly "that proves I'm the father."

"Fine" I snarl "but you can't do one until the baby is born. It's too risky and I'm not going to risk a miscarriage" I said calmly.

He nods his head in acknowledgement. "That's more than fair" he said "but the question is, what do I do with you?"

I stand up and make my way across to the desk, trailing my finger up his arm as he shudders, my voice suggestive now and dripping with sweetness "well, seems as if we're going to have a baby together, why don't we get back together again? I made a mistake Rowan, a big one, but we could move past that, go back to how things were" I purred.

He clenches his jaw. "That was then, now there are other things to take into consideration now" he bit out.

Oh, I bet there were. Like that b***h that was no doubt upstairs right now. I could smell her, her scent and it was nauseating.

I kissed him on the nape of his neck and he made no move to stop me "but we were so good together. Don't you remember Rowan? All the good times we had, the amazing s*x we had together. I remember all of it, so I'm willing to bet you do too." I nibbled on his ear and he shuddered.

"I remember how you taste" I continued "how you felt in my mouth, don't you remember?"

I turned the chair around so that he was facing me. His facial expression was hard to read but I was encouraged by his not making a move to stop what I was doing. I began to unzip his pants and his hand shot out.

"Stop" he growled, squeezing it tight.

I stopped. But it didn't prevent me from moving in closer, which is what I did. Staring deeply into his eyes. "You don't really want me to stop" I breathed, bending down and kissing him softly, running my hands through his hair. Come on, let this work. I was wearing the same perfume I'd given Amber but this one was much stronger and would make him more susceptible to it, especially given that I was the one wearing it and not that little slut.

His hands gripped me around the waist, suddenly lifting me onto his lap and I entwined my fingers in his hair, never breaking off the kiss, gyrating on top of him and causing his c**k to harden beneath his pants. I broke the kiss off, staring into his eyes which were glazed and confused. "Are you sure you don't want me to taste you" I whispered, stroking his c**k through his pants as he panted, and writhed. "Imagine my mouth on your c**k, taking all of you in. Do you want that Rowan?"

He seemed to be beyond words at the moment, watching me with glazed and lust-filled eyes. I began to ride him slightly, eliciting a small moan from him. "Your c**k inside of me, thrusting away" I continued in a hushed voice before I stiffened. I could smell that nauseating scent coming closer, the b***h had come downstairs. Damnit. I couldn't afford to break the spell he was under and I moved to kiss him, thrusting my tongue inside of his mouth and caressing it with my own. "So sweet" I murmured, deepening the kiss as he willingly gave me access "so delicious" I moaned.

His hands began to grip my waist tightly and I sensed the girl was closer still, that scent of hers now drifting down the hallway and into the room, making my nostrils flare. I grinned in satisfaction, sitting right on top of his lap and wiggling, his c**k hardening even more beneath my bottom. My breasts were in line with his eyes, which dropped down to stare at them. His hand reached up of it's own accord to cup and squeeze my right breast, as I tipped back my head and let out a low moan. I could hear her footsteps as they got closer and closer.

"Oh, Rowan" I moaned out loud, pulling back and being as loud as possible "that feels so good" I added.

I was rewarded by her pale face as she took in the scene right in front of her. Her long red hair was dishevelled and her green eyes were narrowed as she stared at both of us in shock, standing right in the doorway. Rowan, of course, was too far gone to notice, his hand still on my breast. I stared at her, pretending to be indignant. She stared right back, silently.

"Do you mind" I spat out at her and Rowan stilled.

I had expected that she would turn tail and run, like any other woman or girl in her situation would do. I was not prepared for her to boldly step forward and glower at us both, nor for what she uttered from her mouth. I had expected her to cower or to blush and make her excuses. Instead, she spoke clearly and boldly.

"What the f**k is this then?"