McKayla's POV

Logan pulled me into what appeared to be his office and slammed his door shut before yelling out, "Don't you ever try to run away again unless you want me to put you back in a cell."

I had to try hard to keep myself from laughing. This guy was unreal. "What, so another rogue can try to rape me? Maybe the next one will be more successful. What's the point, anyway? I'd rather you just kill me and put me out of my misery. This new life that you've given me isn't worth living."

It was hard to believe how fast I had gone from having a positive outlook on my future to pleading for death.

A tremendous growl radiated from the alpha's chest. His wolf was neither happy with the mention of another man touching his mate, nor with the topic of her death. Well, good. I wasn't exactly aiming to please the monster who locked me away for a month. A part of me couldn't help but notice how attractive and masculine that growl was, though. My wolf enjoyed the fact that Logan was strong and intimidating. He would be a good protector, if only he wanted me.

My anger filled approach obviously hadn't worked, so instead I tried a softer tone when I said, "Please, just let me go home. That way I won't be a bother to you anymore. If you just let me move on with my life, you can continue to live yours without having to worry about me."

"No!" he barked out, "You will not leave!"

Well shit. His wolf side was making Logan keep me close, but his human side wanted nothing to do with me. Or, at least that's what I assumed his inner conflict was about.

Logan continued, "You will be living with my pack from now on, and you will follow my rules or be punished accordingly. You are not allowed to leave the pack house. You will not touch me, speak to me, or come near me unless I ask you to. You will not have relations with any males. You will help the women with housework every day. And you will follow the orders of your superiors without question. Do you understand?"

By that point I was fuming with rage. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. Logan looked at me with such disgust, like I was a sticky piece of gum on his shoe that he couldn't scrape off and had to live with. I deserved more than this! I was an alpha's daughter, and I'd like to think that I was very smart and kind as well. I had always believed that there was so much potential for me, and I probably would've been a good mate too. But, instead, here I was being reduced to housework by my own mate.

Logan saw my anger and sneered at me, "You don't want to fuck with me, McKayla. We aren't afraid of using severe punishment in my pack. We do everything from whipping to collaring to indefinite jailing time. And I know just how fond you were of that cell. You had best agree to my terms and follow them to the tee."

"So, what? I get to rot away in this house for the rest of my life, sweeping the floors while I listen to you fuck every female in this pack?" I retorted. I wasn't normally so snippy or crude, but the combination of extreme frustration, exhaustion, and hunger was driving me to stand up for myself.

He merely glared at me and stated, "Yes."

Instead of screaming or crying like I wanted to do, I stayed quiet for a moment and made myself think logically about my situation. Logan obviously wasn't going to budge an inch today. If I continued to argue, he would inflict one of those grotesque punishments that he just mentioned onto me.

On the other hand, if I agreed to go along with his rules, maybe I could get on Logan's good side and eventually convince him to let me go home. And if that didn't work, then at least I could explore the pack house and maybe find information on patrol scheduling or something else that would help me get out. At least that way I could have a little bit of hope for the future. 

"Fine," I huffed out, "I'll follow your stupid rules." I crossed my arms and hunched my shoulders, wondering if I looked as defeated as I felt.

"Good. Now go eat something. You look freakish when you're that thin." Logan spat out, looking disgusted at me.

I, however, decided to take that statement to mean that he was somewhat concerned for my health. Maybe that was a good sign?

Sighing, I turned and walked out of his office, slamming the door on my way out.

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