In the Alpha’s Arms

Marks And Their Owners

It was all so clear in the lines of his face, the creases of his eye, the small tick of a muscle in his jaw. That he had seen…

“Get aw-” Lita started to back away, pushing herself against the metal of the tub. She was already trying to find a weapon or an advantage. Obviously she was exhausted and bruised but she wasn’t going to be raped. Over her dead body.

“Relax,” Ren said, cutting her off, “It’s not… That’s not–” Ren signed, leaning back to ruffle his hands through his hair, “Who marked you?”

“What?” She floundered. That mark was hard to notice. And the place it sat was deeply intimate. For Ren to have seen it… she shuddered. Perhaps he had been a gentleman up to this point but to have glimpsed the underside of her breast meant he had taken a full tour of her body, had looked his fill.

“Who marked you Lita? I saw it. The half moon on your ribcage. Is he still alive?”

“Of course he’s still alive!” she yelled as the water sloshed away from her and came back, unsure why even the mention of Cole being harmed was sending her into a frenzy. Because she knew better. He was fine and he was searching for her. He was going to get her out of here. She studied Ren. Was this a ploy? Some tactic Maxim thought up? Some emotional warfare meant to weaken her defenses? Her resolve?

“Fuck,” Ren blew out a breath, reaching over for a cloth and dunking it into the warm bath water. Lita instinctually shifted her legs away from his arm but he seemed not to even notice.

“Why did you ask me that, Ren?” Lita lowered her voice, squinting. He didn’t answer, only lathered the cloth and looked off into the distance.

“Ren?!” she barked and his eyes found hers, a little cloudy but aware, “Why did you ask me that?”

“Who pissed off Maxim? You or your mate?” She hated when people evaded questions with another question. It made her want to refuse to answer. Made her want to say fuck you and look for a weapon.

“Because for me, it was her. She offended-” Ren gulped, a muscle in his eye twitching, “Anyway. That’s how I ended up here in the first place. A bargain in exchange for my mate’s life.”

A beat of silence and then, “Of course… that didn’t stop her from leaving here with a desenter first chance she got. Heard she had pups a few years back.”

He turned to Lita, “We’re not allowed to have mates here, you know? Everything is just… clinical. A job. A duty. Everything we’re told to do is for the preservation of the line.” Lita would have been hard pressed to miss the roll of his eyes or the subtle shake of his head. Was he saying he didn’t subscribe to Maxim’s beliefs? That he didn’t like it here?

to breeding, you know?” Lita felt sick, felt like the tub she was in took on a whole new

throwing her fists up in half–hearted defense. But he only held out the washcloth

quietly, “I’m sure

he was asking about mates, then he was dessenting from Maxim and now he was back to being a decent

“Been mated long?”

really seeing the point in lying, “Only a few

remember it

was both. Both of us are on Maxim’s bad side.” She didn’t think she should mention Cole by name. Lita ran the cloth under her arms hard enough to rub the skin raw but that sour onion smell had all but made

the collateral

and began to wash her

Marks And Their Owners

I’ll help you any way that I

grumbled, “You told me you’re only out to save your own neck. And that nothing you do is out of the kindness of your heart. So what’s changed? Why should I believe

in front of any of us unless you have to. At first, I thought it was because you were afraid. But then I saw you in the pits and I know

I–‘

probably even the one who taught you to fight and you’re lucky. Because it saved your life that day. I may not be much, but believe

you even know I’m mated? That’s not a

maybe that’s why you never wanted to be seen…” he cringed, “I know that sounds bad but I never said I was perfect,

what did Maxim have to gain from making her say she wanted help escaping? Of course she did. That wasn’t some

back or toes by myself.” Ren silently nodded and that was

strength to escape. I know you’ve been

had a small paper sack with fruit and a sandwich, “The kitchen makes these for us when we’re on duty.

giving me

one meal.” As she unwrapped the sandwich and took a hearty bite of the turkey and cheese, he knelt down next to the

not loyal to Maxim? At first glance everyone seemed solid but here she was recieving help from two wolves already. How many were secretly