The Beast's Possession
10: How so?

**Zion

pov**

If anyone ever asked me how I described life in the cells, I would say it was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten would recommend it to anyone. How I didn't think of experiencing this bliss ever before this time was beyond me. Not only I enjoyed complete silence and time with my thoughts, which by the way fucking sucked, but I could also speak to myself. Who in their right mind didn't enjoy conversations with themselves? Okay, maybe I was hyping up this place. Aright, I definitely fucking was. I hated it here.

The place reeked like mold and wetness. I could watch rats fight over imaginary food and listen to prisoners cry out in pain. This was a new setting, even for our pack, but until Bane managed to take control over his own body, nothing would change.

And of course, speaking of the devil himself, he was in a room next to one I was enjoying, sharpening his fucking tools and pretending to be a big boy.

I knew we had to deal with the fucker years ago, but then, Bane had lost all hope in ever ridding himself of the parasite, and look where it got us.

"Are you done playing around with your dolls, Barbara? I don't think I can take any longer without seeing your beautiful face. Just looking into those empty, utterly terrifying eyes makes me so happy, I could pee myself like a dog," I called out, loud enough for him to hear me.

In fact, I was so loud even the guards at the end of the hall heard my words and started laughing. I guess this was the only entertainment they got here, especially with the Alpha being overtaken by the wonderful fucking beast leech. "Don't get your panties in a twist, darling, I'm coming home soon," he called back, clearly trying his best to sound like my words didn't bother him.

This was far from the first time he had visited me in the cells and it seemed like he tried his best to sound like someone from our time. Usually, he didn't bother using too many words, especially unnecessary ones, but this change in behavior made me suspicious.

Was he planning to take over for good? That still was a risk we faced, definitely something I feared. Not that I would ever admit that out loud, of course.

"So strike me lightning, it talks!" I called out to push his buttons.

My attempt worked because a moment later, the door to my cell opened and the star of the show stepped inside. His eyes, as always, empty and cold, paired with that weird smirk made him look so damn sinister, shivers ran down my spine. I hated this. I really did, but over the few times he had decided to come here, I learned one very valuable lesson - the sooner he started with his games, the sooner they ended. That was all I needed, a quick torture session and then, a couple of hours to rest and heal.

"Whatcha bring me this time? A knife? Maybe a hammer? A baseball bat?" I named the things he had already used on me and faked a gasp, "don't tell me you're treating me like a naughty little princess today, and actually brought a chainsaw."

He rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer my questions. I guess he didn't feel like entertaining me anymore.

As my eyes followed him step closer to me, I gulped. Not because I feared what he could do but because I fucking feared the very thing he clearly was planning to do. He held a syringe.

"Aren't you going a little too far with this game, Sally?" I asked, faking ignorance.

The corner of his lip twitched as he took another step closer to me. "I could have sworn it was Barbara just minutes ago and you're already desperate enough to give me another name? How so?"

I shrugged. "Thought that one suits you better now. When you're hiding away from the insane love we share, you look like Barbara - the woman of the shadows, barely noticeable on the streets. In other words, a whore. But now, with that smirk on your face, you look like my university friend Sally. She was a crackhead, kind of like you are too." I grinned as soon as the last word left my lips.

Funny how pissy he got every time I said something I thought. So much so that I registered that he was trying to slap me only when it was too late. Correction - he didn't just try, he actually bitch slapped me across my face. "Damn it, you even fight like a girl," I had to add.

While onlookers might think I was losing my mind - I really wasn't. I kept acting like a dick for a reason. For as long as I did, Bane knew the fucker who held him hostage hadn't broken me. I was still here, body and soul, still on his side whenever he would be ready to fight again.

"Let's see if you're enjoying yourself just as much when you have silver flooding your veins. It burns you. Bad. Inside out. Trust me on this one, Beta, I've been there. But I must say," he chuckled as he raised the hand with the damn syringe. "It will be way worse on you than it was on me. If your precious little best friend was here, he would tell you the same. It just so happens that silver works way better on bodies with flesh and blood than on spirits. Funny, isn't it?"

By now, my jaw literally hit the floor. I couldn't focus on anything but the possibilities ahead of me. How could he do this? Scratch that, the fucker didn't care about anyone but himself.

His out of control behavior seriously raised many red flags in my mind. I couldn't understand why he was so hell bent on finding Aife. He didn't love her, definitely not like Bane did so why did he need her?

And then, was I willing to kiss my life goodbye for loyalty? Was I willing to miss out on the life of my own child just to protect someone's else's life?

No matter how much I wanted to be selfish, if only for once, I knew I had to do the right thing. Kala did too. And if I died, one day, my baby would learn that his father wasn't a fucking coward and stood by what was right even though he had to pay with his life.

"But," the moron dragged, pulling me out of my thoughts. "If you smarten up and stop acting like a fussy virgin chick and tell me where you're hiding her, I might spare your life. After all, your mate really wants you home. I heard her mention pregnancy, wouldn't you want to see your pup grow inside her, be born and live? Are you giving up on all that just for the sake of someone else? Do you think the favor would be returned if the tables turned?"

Looking up and meeting his gaze, I saw nothing but hate and mockery. Forcing a smile was nearly painful, but I managed to do that just before I spoke up. "If she were in my place, she would withstand things far worse than everything you've done to me to protect me. If I must, I will take that secret to my grave."

And with those words, I spat in his face seconds before he thrust the needle in my neck.