The Wannabe Warrior
Chapter 167

Madison POV

Zane told me he was on his way, made my heart sing, soon I would be out of here.

Jacob was sitting doing my hair, and I was blocking him out, while I talked briefly with Zane, and listened to Zane’s voice while I was being subjected to the ministrations of Jacob,.

Hearing Zane’s voice helped and comforted me and made me warm inside, while Jacob was saying sweet words about how he loved making my hair pretty and how silky it felt and he slid his fingers through it.

I was talking to Zane and working on his pending arrival. He did not know how long I needed to wait, but he was getting a bag sorted and would be on his way. The scouts had located me and when he reached the Deep Earth’s pack grounds, he said the scouts would lead him to where I was, and from there he would talk to me about what he wanted me to do and work out how we could get me out of here.

Zane cut our link, telling me he had stuff to do and would talk again soon.

I was not sure how I felt at that moment, something was off and I was not sure if it was something I was picking up from Zane or if it was Jacob brushing my hair and saying stuff that I felt uncomfortable with and preferred my mate to be saying those words of endearment.

‘Madison, do you have some ribbons in that box on the dresser?’ Jacob asked me sweetly and he leaned forward to point to the box and I felt his breath on my neck, and I wanted to be sick. I felt violated and my personal space broken. I can’t wait to get out of here, and maybe kill this man, before I leave, if I have to.

I could not wait for the love of my life to arrive and take me away from this insanity.

Thinking it was best to play along, I leaned away from Jacob and grabbed the box he pointed to and opened it.

Inside it was full of ribbons and beads and clips, this room had everything to please a woman. It really did appear that they hoped I would accept Jacob as my mate, but why me?

‘This blue one is pretty. What do you think, and would you like me to put some beads into your hair too? There were some pretty ones that would go with the blue ribbons’, which Jacob asked me with a gentle voice. He seemed to be kind and I could see he would make someone a fine mate, very attentive, but not my mate.

‘They are pretty, if you would like to put them on, then I am happy to wear them.’ I hoped my voice sounded soft and kind, though it was far from how I felt. I passed the beads one at a time to Jacob and he carefully threaded them into my hair and then braided and finished them off with the ribbon.

When Jacob had finished my hair, he stroked my head, it was a gentle caress and I shivered involuntarily, not for joy, but that was how Jacob took my reaction to his touch. His eyes lit up and a smile graced his lips, he leaned forward and kissed the top of my head and then abruptly stood up.

At first I was confused by his sudden movement, but once he had stood up, and just before he turned, I saw why he needed to leave. He had a large bulge in his pants and at the sight of it, I knew that he needed to leave before he did something he should not do and I would have fought him. If he tried to take me by force and I think he knew I would, he turned and left me alone in the room. He was turned on by what he had been doing, and I was worried by the realisation that, as a prisoner, I had no where to run.

Linda walked in shortly after with a tray of food, and it surprised me it was lunchtime already, it did not feel that long ago I had eaten, had Jacob spent that much time working on my hair, which. If I was honest, he did a fantastic job. It was beautiful. I wish I could manage to make it look that good.

I decided it was time to look at the positives in me being here. I was treated well, the clothes were pretty and I wanted nothing, except to be out of this room, and I could do with something to keep me busy. Other than a few books, there was nothing for me to do.

The food looked nice, though I was not yet ready to eat, so I left it with a cover over it on the table and went into the closet and changed to shorts and top.

I needed to work off some of my energy, so I started exercising.

I started with a number of sit-ups and then palates and some push ups and burpees, then running on the spot, stretches and a bit of yoga. I did everything I could think of to work the body and the mind and finally finished off with some meditation.

After a while, I decided to see if I could reach my dad. I needed to know everyone was well.

‘Dad.’ I called softly.

‘Madison? How are you sweetheart?’ Dad’s voice was a warm soft balm to my troubled thoughts and I let myself pretend he was holding me, and relaxed in his warm embrace.

‘They are treating me okay at the moment, food and clothes and locked in a nice room, so not at all like a prisoner.’ I replied softly and I felt dad’s relief come through our family bond.

When Jacob had finished my hair, he stroked my head, it was a gentle caress and I shivered involuntarily, not for joy, but that was how Jacob took my reaction to his touch. His eyes lit up and a smile graced his lips, he leaned forward and kissed the top of my head and then abruptly stood up.

‘That is good, what are you doing at the moment?’

‘Just finished some exercise, and am now meditating.’

‘Ha ha, smart girl, they don’t know about your ability with wolfbane, then?’

‘No, dad, they have no idea I am in communication with the outside, they have not even removed the mic, and they must have seen it.’ I say, wondering if they deliberately left it on, knowing it was a mic but did not think it would transmit this far.

‘That does sound strange. How about you take it off and put it somewhere out of sight, and leave it switched on so we can hear what is going to happen. I can let Gerone know you are not wearing it and it is for receiving only. Will that make you feel better?’

‘Thanks dad, that would. I will put it in plain sight, if they know it is for communication and see it sitting on the table, they may think it was not able to work over this distance.’

‘Sounds like a plan, stay strong, you can get through this.’

‘I love you dad. How is your new mate coping with you?’

I felt dad laughing at my question.

‘She is wonderful, Madison, and well, I have to admit I felt a little guilty for feeling so happy and betraying my mate’s memory.’

‘Don’t, dad, you have betrayed nothing. Mum would have wanted you to move on at some point. I bet she is happy you have found a new mate and is looking down at you with love and pride.’

‘It makes my heart warm, hearing you say that Madison, I wanted all of you to accept her, though your older brother does seem to be rejecting the idea at the moment, which saddens me a little.

‘Dad, you listen and you listen well. You raised us and did a damn fine job at it, but we are all mated now and your job is done. If Jamie does not like it, it is on him. You deserve love too, dad, and I support the mating. You know I have asked for years for you to replace a mate, even suggested a few ladies to you. Now you have found one on your own, go live your life and be a happy dad. Don’t let Jamie bring you down. I am sure even Graham would kick your butt. If you let Jamie try and bring you down and make you unhappy, besides you are mated now, and there is nothing he can do about it, go give that woman your love, you have lots to give.’ I was almost in tears as I said this and I felt the love flow from dad to me and me to him.