"I'm Daryl's mate," the blonde says. She put a towel around her, so I didn't have to keep looking at her naked body.

"Ah, well he's downstairs," I tell him I was hoping to sit in the bed but now I don't think I will if naked girl was laying in it. I was glad to think that Daryl really wanted me as a mate and wasn't fucking other girls while I was away.

"Who the fuck are you?" Blondie asked me.

"Your worst nightmare if you don't get the fuck out." I said rolling my shoulders.

"Darling . . . " Daryl says from behind me, trailing off as he notices towel wrapped blondie.

"Hey, baby." She says, a stupid smile making it's way to her face, she had that "fuck me" look where she wanted to dropped the towel and give it to him. Gross, I wanted to puke.

"Amy," he says, looking at me and then her, he had that look like he wanted to go for her, he'd always been with her, always fucked her when she showed up like this. That's why she believed she was his mate.

"Can you leave?" She asked me.

I smiled. "I would but I don't want you fucking my mate, you slut." I snapped at her.

"Daryl she's calling herself your mate, and me a slut." She whined. She walked towards him and wrapped her arms around him without dropping the towel. Thank you god.

"Amy, your not my mate." Daryl said. Grabbed her hands from behind him and made sure she had a handle on the towel.

"I'm supposed to be your mate, your Luna." Amy cried.

"Get dress, leave. I have a mate now I no longer need you." He told her he walked over to me, I backed up into the wall. I knew I was breaking our promise to try for something but how could I with this?

"I don't understand." Amy said, "You told me months ago you'd make me your mate."

"Well now there's me bitch." I said looking at her.

She left, finally after she got her clothes from the bathroom. I sat on the chair that haven't moved since I got here, Daryl stood a little away watching me awkwardly, I sobbed. The noise came out of nowhere but once it started, I couldn't stop.

Daryl sat down in front of me, he didn't touch me which I was grateful for, but he just sat there not saying another, he didn't stare at me either. He had his eyes on the wall, but I cried and cried. I couldn't believe my luck. I stayed silent for a second. Letting the silence and peace of the moment surround around me. It didn't last long the wall burst open as the mirror shatter, the powdered from the drywall flew everywhere. I couldn't see or understand what was happening around me. Daryl yelled my name, in panic.

I tried to yell back that I was okay, but someone put a wet cloth around my mouth, that's when I understood we weren't alone. Someone knocked Daryl out, it had to be because Daryl didn't see this coming or he would have fought everyone off better. The person hit me in the head with something I couldn't see but it wasn't enough to knock me out, I was positive I had a concussion as my vision blurred.

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I woke up, I was laying on the floor, my ankle had something around it and it burned every time I moved. I couldn't see very well. I probably did have a concussion, I couldn't be sure my wolf healing should be helping. I blinked my back hurt from being on the floor, I moved and screamed when the chain around my ankle burned. Silver.

That's why my concussion has gone away, silver is a werewolves weakness. A noise made me look up, there was someone standing in front of me. Well not actually in front of me I was in a cage, but they were standing on the other side.

"Who are you?" I asked in a small voice, what did I do to deserve this?

"I'm your worst nightmare." The person said, I knew it was male from his voice, I felt tears form in my eyes. No, this is because of Daryl.

"What do you want from me?" I yelled. The man walked up to the cage, out of the shadows I could see him, almost he looked a lot like Daryl, I felt like I was looking at a different side of Daryl but this wasn't Daryl. Daryl as much as I hated him wouldn't lock me in a cage.

He left, leaving me in the cage which I figured was in the basement of his house, I didn't even know his name. I didn't know what he wanted. When he left he took the lights with him. Turning off all of them and leaving me in the dark.

I curled myself into a ball, it was cold in the basement and I had on, shorts and a t-shirt, my shoes where gone. I didn't know how long I was there, if the day had past if the night had come or what. I just sat staring in the dark cold. I was surprised when I felt the kick in my ribs.

"What the fuck?" I snapped at him. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to break you." The man said.

"I don't even know who you are," I cried.

He doesn't say anything but pushes a middle age women inside the cage with me. She was completely bruised and battered. She had dry blood on her head from what looked like a head wound.

She grabbed me and held me down as the man walked in the cell, he had gloves on and took a key from his pocket. And unlocked the ankle chain. My ankle was swollen and bleeding.

"Where's Daryl?" I asked.

"I don't think he cares about you sweetie." The man said, he had a long white scar across his face.

I cried, my shoulders shake as I thought of him not coming, maybe he couldn't find me. Or maybe he really would make Amy his mate, and leave me here to die. "It's not true." The women spoke softly in my ear. "He came by a week ago, he told his brother if he didn't get you back they'd go to war."

I looked up at her but she shook her head and helped me to my feet. "I'm his mate of course he's going to come for me." I breathed if what the women said was true and the fact that he looked a lot like Daryl I had to guess they were twin brothers.

"Hm. A mate? Are you sure you aren't just one of his whores? I know he has a lot of girls hanging around." The man tells me.

"Darren. Please." The women said.

"Did I tell you, you could speak?" He snapped at the women she flinched at his harsh tone. "Get her against the wall."

The woman pushes me against the wall, she had tears in her eyes but she doesn't dare let them fall. Something hit me from behind, pain went through my body and I nearly fall to the ground the woman forces me to stay on my feet. Over and over I feel him hit me, the shirt I was wearing ripped away at some point and I have been allowed to stand on my knees at some point I can't think.

"Are you in pain?" The man asks me over and over as each time he hits me. I don't speak I just cry out every time. I try to hold in the sounds of my pain but I can't.

I was weak, but I wouldn't let him win I would not pass out I would run as soon as I had the opportunity.

Okay shout out to my friends first book!!! yay! Please guys if you'll give it a try I'm adding it to the end of every chapter of mine, so please read it.

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