Chapter 8 A Traitor

Sophie's Point of View

I lost touch with reality.

I instantly gasped for air.

A panic attack had struck me.

"I am ready to do anything just to stay back. How can I get rid of everything? I collapsed to the ground and seized Lottana's legs, begging him to change his mind.

He remained silent.

It didn't seem like he was ready to listen to me.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you bitch," he said as he kicked me away.

He treated me like a piece of garbage.

I remained steadfast.

It was not enough to scare me off.

If enduring his humiliation forces him to reconsider his decision, I am prepared.

"You, take that bitch into my chamber. "We depart by dusk tomorrow," Nathan commanded a soldier.

"Do not fucking come close to me if you wish to stay alive," I said, quickly getting to my feet and pulling a dagger out of my pants.

It is not like Nathan will care for and love me. It is likely that he picked me to show everyone that he can have anything he wants.

I do not want to live out my days with that kind of man.

"Are you afraid of an ordinary maid? Get her now." From a distance, Nathan gave an order.

Try me! One of us is going to see the moon goddess, and it is not me." I told the guards.

I was cautiously backing away to get to my quarters.

It could be suicidal and disastrous to elope from the pack. I doubt I would get past the nearby pack before being apprehended.

When I saw that no one was listening to me, I was able to divert their attention and sprinted directly to my quarters.

Nathan never ran after me.

He merely watched as I got away.

"Rest assured, she will return.

She can not hide, but she can run."

I reached my quarters and closed all the doors. I reasoned that it would be best for me to avoid everyone in the interim.

"You can not hide forever," a voice in my head said. I ignored the voice since I could not identify it.

"Align yourself with Alpha?

I would prefer to be Lottana's slave for eternity," I told myself.

I was the full moon pack princess only a few weeks ago. After my father was brutally murdered, my entire life began to fall apart in front of my eyes.

I heard someone calling out to me from outside, "Sophie, open up."

Just to be safe, I did not answer.

I could not figure out who was speaking.

While I did not want to hide forever, I also did not want to see Nathan or anyone else who might make my wounds worse.

I hobbled to the door and peeked through the small holes to see who was inside.

It was not my mum.

It was neither Nathan nor Julian, the Beta. It was Annabelle, which surprised me the most.

"Anabelle? What is it that she desires?"

As my voice reverberated back to me, I asked myself rhetorically.

"Please, let me in.

You are in there," Annabelle reminded me.

"Did she see me?

How could that have happened."

In a concise mutter, I said.

There is a part of me that wants to welcome Annabelle. Still, I was concerned.

I would have trusted Annabelle if it were up to me. Since I was captured, she has always been kind to me.

It is likely that Nathan chose to turn Annabelle against me after learning of our friendship.

"Are you by yourself?"

I wanted clarification, so I asked Annabelle.

"I am, of course.

Open up, please." She begged me.

I was not yet convinced.

There are still hints of deception in her tone.

I hurried to peek through the back door to see if Annabelle was telling the truth and to see if she could be trusted.

I was a little hesitant, but I hurried to let Annabelle in.

"Sophie," she sobbed and gave me a hug.

Compared to me, who is directly involved, she took the situation more personally.

The fact that Annabelle felt this way about me shows how hopeless my circumstances were.

"Are you not aware that this is not necessary?" Annabelle spoke to me as if she could read my thoughts.

"You will be missed." I have incorporated you into myself. I would prefer not to be left alone in this pack.

"Obviously not."

I wept.

My tears have almost run out.

All I was left with in my eyes was my blood.

"I am not going anywhere with Nathan. As if I could defeat Nathan, I confidently told Annabelle, "Do not worry, you are not going to be alone."

"But now what should I do? It would not be long before Alpha Nathan arrived. You are aware that he cannot be defeated?" I panicked and turned to Annabelle for guidance.

I had a spinning head.

It was impossible for me to think clearly enough to save my life.

Since my downgrade to a maid, Annabelle has been my rock. Almost all of her ideas are superior to mine.

As of the last time I checked, she was not the one who had to go live with Nathan.

Annabelle interrupted me, saying, "Hold on a second while I think."

I sat down to observe her as she paced around, her hands behind her, trying to think of a solution.

She gave a quick snap of her hand.

"I have a strategy,"

"Are you serious? Out of excitement, I leaped. "I would like to hear it. Do not air me, please.

"How about you get away?"

She offered me advice.

"My goodness! Why in hell do you think I should run? Have you suddenly lost the ability to reason?" I yelled at Annabelle.

I covered my mouth to prevent my scream from letting people know where I was hiding.

"I apologize."

I told Annabelle that I was sorry for yelling at her. She always wanted what was best for me.

"What happens if I am apprehended while attempting to flee? This pack is extremely guarded, as we both know," I informed Annabelle.

"I take it that your father was the Alpha before Lottana ambushed him?" She enquired.

"Yes," I said, nodding in agreement.

My confusion set in. I did not understand what she was implying.

"You ought to be aware of every escape route in this pack. See why it seems so simple to get away?" Annabelle gave me a smile.

The idea was brilliant.

I knew I could rely on her from day one.

"How about if..."

"Please don't," To prevent me from saying anything more, she covered my mouth.

"For once, can you get over your pessimism? You will not be caught," Annabelle reassured me.

She had such faith in my freedom.

I did not believe in myself as much as she did.

I remained silent for some time to take in what Anna had just said. If I were caught sneaking out, I would not want it.

Nathan would use his double-edged sword to cut off my head, and not even the moon goddess would stop him.

"I am on board." At last, I made up my mind. Almost an eternity passed before I made the decision.

"I appreciate everything you have done. I tried to hold back my tears as I told Annabelle, "You will be greatly missed."

I came to the realization that I had not taken the time to express my gratitude for her assistance.

"Do not stress over me." She wiped away the few tears that were falling from my eyes and assured me that everything would be alright.

We marched to the back door, and she pulled me up. I looked through and saw that nobody was there.

"The coast is unobstructed.

Nobody is looking!" I informed Annabelle.

"This is the ideal situation for you.

Don't sleep on it," I got a shoulder pat from her.

I was about to run away when I stopped and glanced at Annabelle.

"What happens now?"

She became agitated.

My slowness was starting to irritate her.

"Do you really think no one saw you come in? What happens if they pursue you after I leave?" I became frantic.

"Nobody noticed me.

Just leave!"

Her voice was faint, but she assured me, "Do not worry about me."

Before I fled, I gave her a final hug to express my gratitude.

What a great time to get away. I will always be grateful to Annabelle.

I snatched up some of my clothes.

I tripped over Helena's toes just as I was about to run away. She came as a surprise to me.

"Sophie?" She called my name.

"You are eloping?"

"No, I am not." I denied.

Would you mind avoiding this? I told her.

"It is none of your damn business."

I looked everywhere, praying nobody noticed us. Despite my certainty that she saw my clothes, I hid them behind me.

"The entire pack has been combed by the guards in search of you. Where on earth have you been?" She probed me.

"What are you concerned about?" I pulled her away to a remote location.

Getting the traitor on my side would be more difficult than my dad raising from the dead.