CHAPTER VI

I don't know how many hours I lay unconscious but when I wake up, I am back in the room I first woke up in.

Werewolf.

The word keeps going off in my brain like a mantra. I gulp down the water in the glass I get from my bedside before I sigh. My whole life has been full of lies. Why did the person I love have to lie to me for all these years?

When the door clicks open, I pull the covers higher against my body. The person I once knew as my mom enters.

"I am glad you are awake." she says coolly.

I snarl.She doesn't show up here like we are cool. We are far from cool.

"I bet you are." I reply coldly.

"That's no way to speak to me Lyka. I might not have given birth to you but I am still your mother." she scolds.

"Says the woman who has been lying to me for freaking twenty one years." I snarl.

"Lyka." she warns.

"Should I call you mom or Olivia? I think Olivia.."

"Watch what you say to me Lyka." she threatens with a glare.

"Stop with the act, will you Olivia? When were you planning to tell me? Or wait, you were never going to tell me, were you?"

Despite my tone and words, her eyes soften a little.

"I did it to protect you." she murmurs.

"Save me and yourself the lies. You are just a selfish person, admit it." I retort.

"Lyka!"

A voice interrupts. My glare meets Mr. Harry's. All along I thought he was this cold hot calculus professor. Now I find out he knows my mother. He has a middle name and he knows me. What a web of lies!

"Did you know this whole time who I was?" I question.

His silence says all there is to know.

"What were you doing at that college, spying on me?" I accuse him.

He doesn't flinch at my tone. And I thought he was a decent guy.

"I was there to protect you." he replies.

"Julian.. Where is he?" I ask hoarsely trying to keep my voice steady.

"He's dead Lyka."

I can't breathe. If am not careful, am likely to develop a respiratory disease in the next one minute. Julian is dead. I was there. Those men killed him. My surroundings start to rotate before they fade.

Before I fall back, a pair of strong arms catch me in time. I have no doubt it's Gabriel's. I need to be alone. I want to be alone. I need to think.

"Are you alright honey?" mom asks warily.

"Get out!" I order immediately when I gain my senses.

"Get out now before I lose my mind. I don't want to see your faces ever." I snap cruelly.

Mr. Harry stops my mom's words with a touch on her shoulder.

"Just go."

Gabriel leaves immediately but mom lingers for a while before the door closes behind her. I lie back tears flowing down my cheeks. Julian is dead. He might have been an asshole for cheating on me but he didn't deserve to die.

I pull the covers tighter lying down on the pillow. I close my eyes hoping for this to be one of those very treacherous nightmares. I can only hope that when I open my eyes again, everything will be back to normal.

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This room has been like a prison to me for the past few days. It has been a routine to wake up, freshen up and then go sit near the window for hours thinking of ways I can escape this hell hole.

Beyond this villa are woods. I know they lead somewhere, somewhere I can find my freedom. I am not a prisoner in here but I feel like one. I singlehandedly decided to never leave this room ever since that meeting.

For the past few days, Olivia has been persuading me to forgive her, to go out of the room, to talk her but I can't. I haven't come to grips with how my life reached here. In spite of her explanations for doing whatever she did, I don't trust her anymore. She lied to me.

I swear if I hear one more thing about being the next Alpha, I am going to throw myself out of the window. I wish that was a joke.

It is like everyone is hell bent on making me something I am not. I am not a werewolf. That is even ridiculous to say. I am no monster.

My name is Lyka Moore. I am just some twenty one year old college student. I am no goddamn saviour like everyone is painting me to be.

I want to go faraway from here through those woods. Every single night I watch guards patrol the villa and by now am conversant with their routine.

In a matter of hours, I will be free from this place and it's craziness. The more I stay here, the more I am going to get crazy myself.

I don't have a phone or a laptop. I want to call Sam, perhaps tell her everything. Maybe she would understand or not. I am not sure where my life goes from here but I can't stay here another day.

This room has been my safe haven for days but it is time for me to abandon it. As usual at eight, the maid I have learned her name is Lillian brings my food which I rarely touch or sometimes take a few forks. I make sure she finds me in my bed each time so she never gets suspicious.

When she closes the door behind her, I regain my surveillance noticing the bearded bald head and the blonde on guard as usual. I have a plan and today is my day to initiate the plan.

I wait for the clock to strike ten when the villa is dead silent. When Lillian comes to pick my dishes, she returns with the bottle of red wine I asked for.

She was skeptical about it when I first asked her and what I would use it for but I had lied to her. I told her I needed a drink. I needed it to get my mind off things for a while and she had agreed.

Lillian is a nice girl. She thought she was helping me for being helpless. I am thinking of something else. Something she'll hate me for later. I will be far gone to apologize.

I get up and walk to the wardrobe selecting the tiniest shortest little dress that would do the job pretty well. I add crushed powder of the sleeping pills I stole the other night to the wine. When I am ready, I open the door quietly peeking in the hallway which is clear.

I tiptoe quickly and quietly until I find the kitchen. I get two glasses and make sure I avoid the guards that pass by. When it is clear, I walk to the entrance door and open it. My heart is pumping fast with every step I make away from the house.. I know I am risking everything but I have to do this.

As soon as I get out, the chilly air meets my skin. I ignore the goosebumps on my skin and stealthily walk to the bald head and his friend. I compose myself as I walk nearer making sure I have my best seductive smile on. It's show time.

"Miss, you can't be here." The bald head stops me immediately.

"Is that so? I want some company." I seductively smile at him raising my bottle at him. He swallows hard

his eyes raking over my cleavage.

Great job Lyka.

"Does Sir Gabriel know you are here?" The blonde intervenes. Mr. Harry seems to be a feared man here but that won't deter my plans. No one is going to mess this up for me not him, not even these idiots.

"Does it matter if he knows or he doesn't. This place gets boring most times and I need company." I pout sadly.

"Sir Gabriel will kill us if he finds out you are here. It's not safe." the bald explains.

I am losing my calm and patience with all this merry go round. Don't they see the hot sexy woman in front of them?

"I want to share my sorrow with you guys and I know I am safe with you. Just one glass. Sir Gabriel doesn't need to know." I plead viciously with my best puppy eyes.

They always work, they worked on Mr. Harry the last time. This is my last resort.

"Okay, one glass." The blonde accepts with a sigh.

"Sir Gabriel is not going to like this when he finds out." The bald head mutters hesitantly.

I wickedly pour each a glass and pretend to drink from the bottle smiling seductively at them.

Yay, good job Lyka.

In no time, the two men are out and this is my chance to escape. I don't look back when I run as fast as my legs can take me. Needles of leaves prick at my skin, the chilly air makes my breathing difficult and constant scratches from branches. None of that is going to stop me.

I am determined to make it far away before anyone realises am gone. I don't look back for anything. Dark as the woods are, that is the least of my concerns but also a hindrance.

I wince when I lose my footing dropping on my butt. Having no time to cry over one fall, I rise up making my way further.

Deeper into the woods, I crash directly into a pair of strong arms. Shock registers on my face immediately. They found me.

No freaking way.