Page 16 of Rejecting My Lycan Mate: The Throne

The ground was uneven, with rocks and weeds in the way. Old, rusty iron chains and shackles hung on the walls, reminding me of some good times I had down here with some of my prisoners.

The ceiling was low and I could feel droplets of water fall on my neck from time to time. It made me shiver. I hated moist places.

As I went further into the dungeon, I couldn't help but feel more and more angry. I wondered what the fuck my mother had to say.

“Goddess, I hate this place,” Will mumbled, breaking the silence.

I glanced at him. He was walking behind me because the corridors were too narrow for us to walk side by side.

“I have some good memories here,” I said, looking back in front of me. “I wouldn’t mind if it was a bit more dry, though.”

Another droplet of water fell on my neck and I growled quietly.

Will chuckled quietly.

“Good memories as in torturing your enemies?” he asked, already knowing the answer to that question.

“Of course,” I said just as we approached the door. “I am unforgiving when it comes to my prized possessions.”

Up until nine months ago, my only prized possession was my Kingdom. Then Maddie came into my life and everything shifted. I still valued my Kingdom, but not nearly as much as I valued her. She was everything.

“Alpha,” the guard said, bowing his head.

He grabbed the key that was hanging on his belt and unlocked the door.

“Thank you, Jeff,” I said as I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

It led me to another hallway. This one was wider, with cells on each side. My mother and Savannah were in the last two cells. I specifically asked for them to be put there. Those two cells were in the worst condition of all.

I could hear quiet sniffling as I approached the cells and my anger grew. Did they think I would have compassion for them?

“You wanted to see me?” I spoke as I approached the first cell.

They were silent for a moment, but then both of them jumped to their feet and rushed toward the bars that were separating us.

I barely recognized my mother. She was always an elegant woman, but now she looked like a sewer rat. It made me smile a little. She deserved it.

“Dimitri,” Savannah cried out. “Get us out of here, please.”

I looked at her and raised my brows.

“Are you serious?” I asked, looking from Savannah to my mother “Is that why you called?”

My mother gulped and reached out for me through the bars. I looked at her hands with disgust written all over my face.

“Dimitri,” my mom called, her voice trembling. “I am your mother. Help me, please.”

“I have a child, Dimitri!” Savannah exclaimed before I could speak. “You can’t keep me away from him! My son needs me! He needs both of his parents!”

I rolled my eyes at her. Her delusions were starting to annoy me.

“Your son is in good hands,” I said, looking back at my mother. “He is with people who will actually love him and care for him.”

“You gave our son away?!” Savannah screamed.

I looked back at her and tightened my jaw.

“I gave your son away, yes,” I said, trying to remain calm. “The father never came forward so the boy was left alone. I couldn’t let that happen so I found him a family.”

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