The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 46

Once he was gone, "Are you alright?"

"Yes," she replied, whipping her tears away.

"Do you accept me as your mate?" he really wanted to know. After what happened, he had to know.

"We should hurry and get to the Pit to question that rouge," she found herself saying leaving the room.

Eric couldn't help but smile, but he didn't know what he was smiling for. Was it because he saw it as funny, or that he thought she was cute running away from him or was it that he was sad that he never got his answer. Or that the fact that his mate will never say she loved him like he hoped she would. She still fought their bond and he didn't blame her. He understood.

The Pit was nothing more than a large cage among many. The underground Pit was filled with stone walls and mold. The smell of blood filled the air. It almost reminded Blake of the times she would come down and handle a few investigations. When all else failed it was her they depended on. At first, she couldn't stomach the sight of blood or those blood-curdling screams that haunted her dreams for months.

At the tender age of sixteen, she witnesses her first investigation with the last Beta and Alpha. Both had refused but Blake wasn't taking no for an answer. She wanted to be stronger. She wanted to look in her enemy's eyes and see the fear in them like that Hunter did to her all those years ago. To her, there was a sense of satisfaction in all of it. In a sick way, she loved the way the blood would splatter on the walls. The way her prey would cower before her. She feeds on every single little moment as if to erase that little girl her parents raised. To get rid of that little thing called fear. She wanted to get rid of her humanity. But in the end, she couldn't. She released it at that very moment when the doctor told her that she was going to die. It was at that moment she knew.

She knew no matter how much she tried to erase all that she was, she was still her. Still, fifteen, still that little girl, cowering in the tall grass, watching the Hunter. Waiting.

"Beta Blake, the prisoner is over here," one of the guards announced. Seth probably told the guards she was going to question the rouge she bought in a week ago or so.

"Thank you, what do you have on the rouge?"

"Nothing ma'am. He has been silent."

"I see. What has been done to him?"

"You... you're the Beta?" his voice shook.

"Where you excepting someone else," she smiled.

He cowered in his chair, trying not to buried this head down into the table, "But you... you're a..."

Eric growled at the boy's next word but it was Blake who handles it, "A monster? Was that what you were going to say. " The boy said nothing. "You're right. I am a monster." Blake couldn't help but giggle. The boy looked at her and bowed his head as if to pray. "Every rogue that ever came beyond our boarder have all died by my hands," she lifted her hands up, looking at them as if it was the first time she was looking at them, "These hands, this body," she whispered running her hand over her body like the thought aroused her, "Has been covered head to toe by their blood. You know. You were there that day." Blake knew how to play crazy, it sometimes worked on young boys.

"You know what I love more then killing," the boy flinched, "Torturing them to death. You see, I don't really care about all the questions and answers," Blake rolled her eyes while moving her hands in circles while she walked around him. "What I like is the screams you make," she whispered behind his ear, "and the way you beg. You have no idea what I have in store for you. But you see, that man over there," Blake pointed at Eric. "He is the only one who can call it all off. If you give him what he wants, I stop. But if you don't, he lets me do whatever I want to you," whispered moving a lock of his hair, he screamed and she laughed.