Chapter 3 The Cursed Alpha Is My Enemy: 03

Rena:

I'm lying on the cold hard ground, my eyes swallowed from all the crying.

I know that my life wasn't so perfect, but at least I had a life, now I'm only a prisoner between these walls.

I have no idea how long I've been in here, but I'm sure of one thing, I'm done fighting.

A guardian keeps on bringing me food, water. He even brought me some new clothes, but I refused to eat, or drink. And I have no idea how long I can keep fighting.

"You have to eat, these are Alpha's orders" The guy says, and I stand from the cold ground, my whole body hurts as I do so.

"And why would I do that? I'll be dead anyway, isn't that why your Alpha brought me here?" I ask, and he shakes his head as an answer.

"You have no idea what you're talking about" he states, then pushes the tray of food back inside.

"Okay...do you want me to eat?" I ask, and he nods, starts to smile. Of course he would be happy that I'm finally giving up, he had a really rough time trying to convince me to eat.

And that makes me think that I must be very valuable to their leader, since they don't want me to be harmed.

Even though I don't know why, or how I'm very important, I chose to take advantage of this situation, and get the hell out of this prison.

"Fine, if you want me to eat, call your Alpha" I demand, "right now" I add, his face is very surprised, as if he wasn't expecting such a turn of events.

"I'll see what I can do, but don't be very optimistic about it" he finishes, then stands and leaves.

I sigh...still standing in hope that this guy is finally going to give me the answers I need to know.

Remembering the fact that Derek has sold me out to this guy, and that there werewolves in this world make me feel dizzy and shocked.

I wonder how grandma is, and is she starting to look for me? I mean I don't know how long I've been here, but I know that she'll be worried, what if anything happens to her? Since I'm the only one that's left for her.

My parents died a few years ago in a car accident, and my grandpa died even before they did. So we're the only people that's left for each other, and it's something I don't mind since we're taking really good care of each other.

I honestly regret not letting her meet Derek or telling her about him. Because I knew that if she met him, she would never bless our relationship.

The sound of distant footsteps brings me back to the cruel reality.

I take a few steps towards the thick bars, brushing my hands against them, trying to pick looks of the person who's walking down here. I gulp when I see a shadow on the ground, feeling a wave of fear wash over me.

If all the werewolves obey this man, then he must be someone really strong, maybe he's a monster...well he is a monster for kidnapping me!!

I frown, standing on my toes, still trying to pick looks, but all my hopes crash down when all I see is the guardian, all by himself.

"Where is your leader?" I ask, and he shrugs, "I told you not to keep your hopes up" he answers, and anger sweeps over me immediately, who the hell he thinks he is?

I was about to react, but all I did was grab the tray of food from the ground, and throw it against the wall. I'm expecting the plate to smash, but it doesn't...it's not even made of glass!

I shout in outrage, feeling the guy's eyes staring at me, but he says nothing. Instead, he tries to offer another tray of food, but I ignore him.

After an hour or in my case I should just say a long time, the guard starts to talk to me, his voice holds a hint of concern. I'm about to answer, but I stay quiet, not moving a finger, just laying down on the ground, while a brilliant idea pops into my head.

"Miss...are you alright?" he asks, starting to freak out, I smirk, I think this is finally going to work, I'm finally getting out of this nasty place.

I don't answer, nor move, hoping he'd open the stupid cell just so I get to escape.

The sound of keys clinking in his hand reaches my ears, and a small smirk plays along my face.

As he opens the cell, I can feel my heart squeezing inside my chest. I didn't think too much about this, but am I really going to succeed in escaping this frightening nightmare?

The guy approaches me, and tries to wake me, poking my elbow gently, but I don't move. I hold my breath, and his eyes staring at my face for a while, but I stay still.

"Shit!" he mutters, leaning down, trying to check my pulse, but I open my eyes, and reach for the metal tray that's only two inches away from me.

He immediately stands and tries to reach for the door as fast as he can. Yet I don't give him the chance, and hit him with the heavy tray right in his head. He collapses on the ground immediately.

"Sorry" I mutter, reaching for the keys that are now laying on the ground right a few centimeters away from the guy.

I notice his eyes slightly opened, as he tries to keep himself conscious.

"Don't do this...you can't do it" he says, his voice weak, and barely audible.

"I have to..." I respond, grabbing the keys, heading outside the cell, but not forgetting to lock it up behind me.

I try to follow the way outside this horrible place.

The very little light doesn't help though, it's so dark in here, and just then I realize that this is what we call in movies, Dungeons!

No wonder it is so damn dark in here, it's because it's an underground cell!

I turn around, my eyes scanning the huge place, feeling panicked already, not knowing which path I should take.

I take a deep breath, and start running straight ahead. This is my only chance, and I have to do this.

I picked the right path, making my choice, even though it's a bit risky, but I prefer to get lost than go back inside that cell.

Or worse, maybe this time I'll get punished for trying to escape, their leader will probably rape me, or even torture me by cutting out my fingers, one by one.

I close my eyes as the images of him torturing me keep chasing after me.

I turn around when I hear close footsteps chasing from behind, but never stop. As a matter of fact, my steps are even faster than ever.

And just when I'm about to look straight ahead, I bump into someone...

I look up to meet his amber eyes staring back at me. My palms are both placed on his strong hard chest...the look on his face doesn't show he's happy to see me either, tightening his jaw, and raising an eyebrow.

"Are you lost, beastie?" he asks, grabbing my hand, and taking a closer step towards me. His amber eyes blazing with anger, scanning every inch of my face...