Chapter 5: Captivity
Lise's POV
Waking up from a horrible nightmare, my head felt foggy like it weighed a thousand pounds. I tried to stretch my arms up above my head and arched my back on the comfy mattress, but I couldn't lift a muscle. The only thought in my mind was, 'I hope I got so drunk I imagined everything that happened.'
Opening my heavy eyes and taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, I came to the sad realization that the nightmare was indeed reality as everything came rushing back to me. "You're finally awake." Marco's voice came from somewhere to the far right. "I was beginning to worry, thinking we injected you with too much black ice."
My arms and legs felt like they were made of pure steel, weighing me down to the bed. That's probably the reason why I wasn't tied down. I didn't even have the energy to move let alone try to escape by running or attempting to shift to my wolf. I prayed Tristan heard me before our mind link was severed by the black ice.
"You've been asleep for two days Princesa, I'm sure you're hungry?" Marco's voice began travelling closer as he appeared, coming to a standstill right next to the bed. His clothes and hair looked disheveled appearing as though he was stressed.
Why on earth would he be stressing? Maybe due to the fact that I'm pretty sure the entire Manzanares pack along with Tristan and the guys were looking for him? Two days, wouldn't they have found me by now; unless of course, we weren't on Marco's territory anymore?
The entire inside of my mouth felt dry, my tongue was the consistency of sandpaper as I tried to open and close my jaw to produce some saliva. "Wh-why are you doing all this?" I managed to croak out as I glared up at Marco. Sure, he was something nice to look at, but my heart felt nothing but hatred towards him for inflicting so much trouble in my life.
Inhaling deeply, Marco let out a loud sigh, "Your sister...my mate...was my life." Marco responded grabbing a hold of the sides of his head with both his hands. "I can't go on living without her...I tried, but I can't get her out of my mind."
'So what in the hell does any of this have to do with me?' I wanted to shout at him, but something told me it was against my better judgement. Who knows what his mental status is and whether or not this will cause him to lash out at me?
"You're the next best thing. When I saw you I knew I had to have you. The devotion you have for your mate is unlike any I've ever seen. Nothing at all like your sister. She didn't want me." Marco growled angrily, his face filling with anger and pain.
Gee, I wonder why Mia didn't want you, maybe she was smart enough to realize your screws weren't too tight. There's got to be a reason why she ran from him, a reason why she needed to escape and not be found. I wondered if he knew why?
"Why didn't she want you? You seemed like a great guy." I dared to ask, wanting to try and play it like I was taking his side. Maybe this can get me some information. Note how I used the word seemed. He truly did seem like a great guy before Mia died, didn't he? What happened between then and now is a completely untold story.
"She was already in love with someone else...another wolf." Marco's tone deepened as it filled with hurt. "I was willing to be her friend, until she found room in her heart to love me too. But my mother thought it was a stupid idea and had him killed. I swore to Mia I didn't have anything to do with it, but she didn't believe me. That's why she ran, she thought I was a murderer." His voice drifted off breaking at the end. "I never got the chance to tell her the truth."
Well, it just keeps on getting better, doesn't it? "Maria's your mom?" I murmured in confusion. How the hell did she crawl her way into the Manzanares Pack, into my Dad's arms? Did he know she's Marco's mom? That evil conniving witch! I swear if she hurts my brothers or my Dad, she's a dead woman.
Marco nodded his head taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I wanted to cringe away, shrink into the mattress somehow, but it was physically impossible. As much as I willed my body to move away, I didn't have the energy to do so. I felt like a blob just lying there unable to move.
"My mother and father were in love, best friends, but they weren't mates. She got pregnant with me a few months before my father met his true mate." Marco whispered his eyes drifting off in thought. "He abandoned my pregnant mother and married Taina, who was unable to get pregnant to produce an heir for the pack. So being his only offspring, he had no other choice but to take me in and raise me with his Luna to become future Alpha of the pack."
Wow, this is way too much to process. Let me rewind and filter this through my brain slowly. No wonder why Maria is such a bitter old hag, the only man she loved left her bare foot and pregnant to marry his mate. She should've known what she was getting herself into though, shouldn't she?
What I didn't comprehend was, what's any of this has to do with my family? Mia was in love with another wolf, I wonder who he was and whether my brothers knew of this? Hearing all of this kind of made me feel sorry for Marco, just a teeny tiny bit. He was willing to be supportive and stay by Mia's side, maybe in hopes that she'd feel the mate attraction and fall in love with him. Damn Maria for everything she's caused. I can now officially blame her for my sister's death. If she hadn't of done what she did, Mia wouldn't have run away and been kidnapped or killed.
Maybe I can use that thought to my advantage. Shouldn't Marco at least feel slightly guilty for kidnapping me away from my mate? I mean he had the same thing happen to him, where's the freaking compassion?
"My mother tried to prevent history from repeating itself with Mia and I. She's bitter when it comes to love triangles. I guess in her own twisted way, she figured if she eliminated the problem, everything would be fine. She only made the situation worse." Marco admitted, staring down at me his eyes roaming over my face for any response on my part to his full blown confession.
No wonder why the poor boy's gone crazy, it probably runs through their blood stream. Just look at his mother. I just laid there picking out all the imperfections I could spot on the white ceiling, not wanting to make any eye contact with him since I didn't have anything to say.
"I'll have someone bring up something up for you to eat." Marco said clearing his throat awkwardly before reaching over to brush some stray hairs away from my face. What did he think...that I was going to declare my sudden love for him since he told me the truth?
Suddenly Marco stood up from the bed and went over to the doorway, opening it
slightly...just enough to grab a tray of food as he shut it quickly and locked it once again. He brought the tray over and set it down on the nightstand. Reaching over me, he lifted me up so that I was in a sitting position propped against the headboard.
I was beginning to regain feeling in my body, but I was still extremely weak. At least now I could lift my hand and arms up even though the still felt like they weighed a ton. The smell of the food coming from the tray had my stomach grumbling, damn stomach.
"Here you eat, I'm going to get a shower." Marco commented as he placed the tray in my lap. "Shout if you need me." Marco called out over his shoulder, pulling his T-shirt off over his head showing off his muscular back as he made his way towards the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open."
As soon as I heard the shower come on I gave it another minute before setting the tray to the side of the bed. Trying the best I could to roll off the bed, I finally managed to place my feet on the ground. I put my body weight down bending my knees slightly to test whether I could stand or not.
Satisfied with the results I stood up, my knees knocking together in a wobbly stance. It was an achingly slow process, my mind was running towards the door but my body was moving as slow as a snail.
I got as far as clicking the lock on the door and turning the knob, before a hand came down on my shoulder spinning me around to face an angry looking Marco. He lifted me up bridal style and brought me back to the bed. Believe me when I tell you I really tried to fight him, but it was no use I exercised all my energy in trying to make it to the door.
Reaching into the drawer of the night stand
Marco produced a syringe filled with what I can only assume to be more black ice. "I'm sorry, but it looks like things have to be this way. I won't give you half as much this time." His voice drifted off softly as I felt the needle piercing my skin. 'I'm sorry too.' I thought, wishing I could just disappear out of this god forsaken room and back into Tristan's arms...