A chance At Freedom

NAYA’s POV 

I laid down quietly in the dungeon like a forgotten prisoner, thinking about how quickly my life had changed.  One minute I was the betas daughter, living my life surrounded by friends and the next minute I watched them all die, and now, I was a prisoner,  chained in a cell at my mates pack.

"You could have just killed me, goddess.  You could have simply left me to bleed out, run mad, and die! Why me? Why? What have I ever done to deserve this, really?"

The whimpering sound of the dying baby still haunted me, the way the light slowly left his eyes as the rogue sank his teeth into him... the image hurt me more than my present position. 

I promised to protect him, I promised to keep him safe, all I did was take him away from dying honourable by his mother's side and instead I fed him to a rogue! 

"Stupid girl!! Stupid, stupid girl!!!" I whispered to myself as I let the first tear I've been holding back slip from my eyes.

"... You should have left him there! You should have let him to be with his mother. Instead, you made promises you couldn't keep.  You lied to him. You lied... you didn't protect him. " 

At this point,  the single tear had become a full torrent of tears. I didn’t even realize I was sobbing until I couldn’t breathe. I tried to take a deep breath,  but then I raised up my head only to see someone at the door, leaning like they had all day to be there.

From the long white hair and black leather trousers,  I knew it was not Alpha Kade or the little girl from earlier,  but I knew it was a female.

"Finally. I sincerely thought you were going to bawl all day long. I've been here for a while, you know, " the lady said, still leaning on the wall of my cell.

Something about her tone did not sit well with me. I could not place it, but I knew I did not like her, and from the deep growl my wolf released, I realised my wolf did not like her too.

"Who are you?" I asked, sucking in mucus from my dripping nose and trying to stabilize my breathing.

"You've been here for several days and haven't heard about me? I need to improve on my PR now, shouldn't I?" She said, each word dripping with pure condescending.

I did not respond. I just stared at her like she was a rambling child, and I was waiting for her to find her words. Two can play at this game. I may be in chains, but I would not be looked down on.

She scoffed at my deadpan look and responded, "I am Morgana, daughter of the former Alpha of this pack. And let me tell you this, beta's daughter to beta's daughter... I don't know what slimy plans you have for my Alpha,  but I will not let you drag him down to the mud with you."

"Excuse me?" I said,  flabbergasted. 

"I know you may be feeling special, thinking about how you're the only spoil he has ever brought back from war, I just want to make things easier for you, don't hold on to that. You'll only get hurt. If you want, I can even help you escape and go somewhere else to live your life... don't build castles in the air about my alpha. I heard you even had a child, pity he died"

The mention of the poor baby sent rage straight to my head, pulling me out of my quiet, docile state.

"You have no right to talk about him like that. Beta's daughter to beta's daughter,  you can talk about anything but..."

"But your dead child? If you want me to stop,  you just have to leave quietly. The Alpha wouldn't even notice if you went missing. Dont bother hanging around here because of a weak bond he doesn't even acknowledge.  He doesn't care. That's how insignificant you are to him. I'm just offering to help" she said as she walked towards me and stood firmly in front of my bed.

She had bright green eyes, the one that would have been pretty to look at if it did not carry so much bile and ugly hatred in them. 

"Do you think I want to be here?Do you think I care about a useless mate bond? Do you think they could ever pay me enough to leave my pack and stay in this bloodthirsty place?" The rage I felt was bubbling,  feeling me up with all the bad memories I had tried to push aside, my father’s dead, and the feeling of his pack link snapping till it fell silent,  the blood of my pack members that soaked the ground we used to gather around to play...

"Look here, beta's daughter, I would rather die than be here, within this walls, a constant reminder of what your Alpha took from me." I said, venom leaking into every word.

"Great. It is settled then. You will be accepting my help. I don't want your crooked hands all over my alpha, either. Its a win-win situation." With those final words, she pulled, put a key from the leather trousers she was wearing, and picked up the heavy padlock that was connected to the chains on my ankle.

With a snap, she clicked and freed the chains from the padlock and then proceeded to freeing the shakles on my feet.

"There. Don't say I never did something good for you in the future. You may go, and never let me catch your weak, dilapidated body around my pack or Alpha, understood?"

I was too shocked to respond to her insult. I just kept staring at my free legs. They were red bruises around where the shakles had been, but I was free. Morgana must have gotten tired of standing in the room, because she walked out of the cell, leaving the doors open.

I stared at my feet, and then at the door over and over and over trying to understand if this was real. When I finally convinced myself I was real and I had a true chance to escape this horrible place,  I jumped from the bed and bolted out of the large, open door. Leaving her mate behind.