In the Alpha’s Arms

The Pits

Lita pushed her shaky feet forward through the hallway, urging herself to balance and settle her mind. She tried not to seem too interested in the cella alongside her own but the screams she’d heard in the night were hard to forget. They were the screams of women who were filled with gemine feat- Not screams of pain necessarily but certainly terror. Maybe from being startled or unsure of what was happening but she couldnt tell Lastening to the sounds through the metal door and stone walls made it hard to tell exactly what was happening, which probably made it all the more tembing,

She could still hear the laughing of the men in her head. Unlike yesterday though, the hall was completely silent now. Had she imagined it? Had it beeni same medicine–indored hallucination? Had they moved all the people way from her or were the cells temporary? There were too many thoughts to keep track of them all.

She tried for Nys again but there was still silence on her end. Though Lita thought she could feel a small stirring in the depths of her mind. She had hope that her wolf was just suppressed. She’d find a way back out. Lita didn’t have room to doubt it

really only think of ten prople

Chris clicked his tongue and she automatically picked up her pace. Hate was a strong word in her book and she could really who had ever earned the moniker from ber but… for Maxim… for keeping people in cells….

Up the stairs they went, passing the same two women in the kitchen, who still didn’t make any move to acknowledge anyone in the room. She’d live believed they were deaf if it weren’t for the stiff set of their shoulders and the way their eyes purposefully avoided her mun at all costs. It was a learned behavior she recognized, knowing she did something similar when she was with Brian. Never look another man in the eyes. That was her silent mission. She’d do anything to avoid getting herself into trouble with him though it rarely made much difference. These women were scared into submission tou, that much was clear.

As soon as Lita cleared the back door through the kitchen with Chris close at her back, rain pelted against her in heavy sheets. From the fusement, she realized she couldn’t hear the weather outside. Again she thought of the fleece–lined clothes she should have put on. She coulid barely make out the stone steps leading down, let alone the surrounding area. The rain turned the world into a blur of gray. She tried to glance further on either side but Chris squinted against the storm and pushed her forward, To the left, down the walkway.”

“We’re going outside in this?”

“Just fucking walk, don’t make me get rough with you.”

Lita gritted her teeth but started walking. Slipping down the last two stone steps, she narrowly missed twisting her ankle but she managed to follow his directions to the left. She was almost positive that when the doctor ordered her to get air, she hadn’t meant going outside during a monsoon so she could catch her death. That seemed a bit counterproductive. But like the other women she saw in the compound. Lita Egured the doctor didn’t have much say in anything in this world.

the mud that lined the path. Over the roar of the rain she started to hear shouting

also soaked to the bone, her thin clothes basically translucent and indecent. She crossed her bare arms and angled her head away from the smacking rain that had lightened a bit. It seemed like there might be a break in

far too close to her ear for comfort. She steeled her spine and locked her eyes straight ahead to the sight before her. Even in the few moment she’d spent around

the dirt like a house foundation. Only it had nothing on top, no more than an open concrete box. Inside, there was packed dirt and men fighting. This wasn’t the kind of skilled fighting she’d come to enjoy at the gym. No, this was an all out brawl between about thirty different men. A free–for–all. She watched one man fight three others who then bamed on

that fight ended.

Chris mudged her forward until she was standing just at the edge, teetering her boots. Lita Minked up to see there were at least

pits, watching the fighting. Some looked like they were betting on the camage. Others appeared to have been involved in the fighting and were resting on the ground with ice packs as women bandaged their wounds. What the bell kind of

our p positions in the pack” Chris answered her questioning gaze, “We’re all higher ranking wolves by blood, no standard male wolves are allowed to stay. So the pits are how Maxim chooses his leadership. He hadn’t needed to tell her that to convince Lita to hate Maxim. She’d

have a special

and hold my shit,” Christ granted, handing over a bag of items for her to carry, “You

can easily get out of them once they’re in. The only way out is to have someone help pull you up. That’s your job, and theirs too.” He motioned to the other women standing

them

pull me up. Got it? Fail and I swear to god I’ll make your death look like a fucking accident. lee. Real genuine ice slithered down her veins. There was something well and truly wrong with these men. They didn’t know how to have regular conversations. Everything was a threat of violence or terror. Lita could feel the distant thrum of Nyx’s

wild pack of fighting men until he was near enough. He got thrown into a fight when a man was pushed into him though

opponent

see Chris really has no sense of self–preservation, a deep voice nested her. She looked over to find Ben holding an ice pack to a fresh blackening

had to

This type of shit will get him in trouble