In Between The Alphas
Chapter 85

JAKE'S P.O.V (TW FOR THE CHAPTER)

After the clip was over Logan calmly asked us to leave his office and return only when it's time for the meeting. I didn't want to but Greg pulled me out.

"He shouldn't be alone right now." I argued.

"Alone time is exactly what he needs."

"You watched that too, didn't you?" I asked, "That is his mate right there, if it was Diana-."

"If it was Diana, I would want to be alone as well."

"He is upset."

"Rightly so, his anger is justified." Greg sighed, "Let him stay alone and process."

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, "You don't even look fazed by what you just saw. She was lying in a pool of her own blood. Some trained soldiers will cave before going through what she just did." "I'm upset, don't get me wrong. But what use would it be if I show it and throw a fit? It won't bring her back."

"I know it won't," I said, "I just-."

Greg put a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him. This is the first time he has touched me since what happened with Diana.

"Trust me on this one; he needs to be alone." He assured me, "Just get you affairs in order before 8. I have a feeling that what we are going to see will be a lot worse than what we just saw." "Where do you think she is?"

"I don't know," he looked annoyed at the fact, "I think it's close enough to his pack that it isn't suspicious but also far enough that we won't look at it."

I exhaled deeply, "I'll see you at 8."

I found myself in front of Logan's door at 7:50 but I couldn't bring myself to push it open. What will I see in there?

I have seen him at his worst these past two days, he hasn't set foot in his house because it smells like her so he sleeps at a hotel.

But what we saw earlier today, it might just push him over the edge.

Just as I was about to open it, the door creaked open and Logan stared almost through me.

"I'm not a ticking time bomb," he said, "You don't have to give yourself a pep talk before walking in."

I didn't know how to respond to that so I just nodded and walked in. He had already set three chairs in front of a laptop and I sat in one of them.

Greg walked in a few minutes later and sat in the other one so we were on opposite sides of Logan.

"You don't have to do this;" Logan said finally, "The note was for me."

"We're not doing this because it's a requirement," Greg stated simply, "We are doing it because Charlie is our friend and so are you."

Logan would have spoken but then it hit 8 o'clock and the video started.

It was the same cell as last time and this time Charlie was lying on the floor in nothing but a black shirt. I could see the rise and fall of her chest to signify that she is alive.

There was shuffling and I realized that this live stream has audio attached to it. I'm still uncertain whether that will be a good or a bad thing.

Hunter walked into view and murder flooded my blood. He smiled wide, "I was expecting to see the girl, but it's not a problem, I can work with the three of you."

I saw him clasp a silver chain around Charlotte's legs and she didn't as much as flinch. That action alone should have woken her.

"She's drugged," Greg voiced out my thoughts.

We watched as he tightened the chains so she would not be able to move even an inch.

"I had her family over today," Hunter began, "And she was extremely disrespectful. The Charlotte I know would never say those horrid things, she was corrupted by all of you and I will rid her of it one day at a time." He stroked her cheek softly, "Let's wake her up, shall we?"

He took some salts and put it under her nose and I heard her whimper slightly. He pulled it away before she could wake up completely which confused me.

What is he doing?"

He started to unbuckle his pants and it hit me like a freight train. I turned to Greg who was watching with his usual impassiveness; Logan's face was cold as ice, almost bored but different emotions were swirling in his eyes. (TW: R*PE)

He lay behind her and lifted the shirt and I fixed my eyes on his face instead of her n*ked centre.

"This is what will happen each time she disrespects me." he entered her with one thrust and she woke with a gasp.

Emotions flew across her face at record speed; first pain, then confusion, shock and finally disgust. Then she let out an ear splitting scream that made me shut my eyes.

"NO!" she jerked against the chains but she was held in place, "Stop; please, No."

I looked away from the screen but her screams still echoed around the walls of the office.

Greg's expressionless mask had cracked finally and I saw him look away and wipe a tear from his cheek.

Logan's eyes were fixated on the screen and so many emotions were swirling through them that I couldn't even pinpoint one.

"You don't have to watch this." I said softly but he shook his head.

"She is going through it," Logan's voice was barely over a whisper, "I won't insult her by not watching. You're free to leave if you want."

I couldn't leave but I still kept my eyes off the screen. Finally, Charlie's screams died down and dissolved into sobs.

"Was that too hard for you?" Hunter taunted and I forced my eyes back to the screen. He had put his clothes back on and was standing in front of the screen. "Why don't I take you to say hi?"

He picked up his laptop and walked over to where Charlie was lying. I tried to ignore the mix of semen and blood that lay in between her legs and focus instead on her face.

He squatted behind her and placed the laptop in front of her face.

"Say hi," he whispered, "Your little friends had a front row seat to your punishment."

She hiccupped but didn't open her eyes.

"I guess she doesn't want to talk to you," Hunter smirked, "Well then; until next time."

The screen went blank.

I didn't know what to say, my words were stuck in my throat.

"Logan," Greg began but he held up a hand.

"Just leave."

"We're not going to leave you like this," I offered.

"Please leave," I can count on one hand the number of times I have heard Logan sound this defeated, "Just leave goddamit."

I gave a curt nod to Greg and we left his study. We had barely shut the door behind us when we heard a loud heartbreaking scream followed by an unmistakable smashing sound.

"Do you think he is going to be alright?" I asked and for once Greg looked lost for answers.

"That isn't something that a mate should ever see," he said simply, "He is never going to unsee it."

"Don't tell Diana about it."

He shot me a hard look, "I wouldn't dare."