CHAPTER 6

MALCOLM

People always said time spent in a cell was lost. That your perspective of the seconds would be deformed like vision from a broken glass. That you would drive yourself insane from uncertainty.

But that didn't apply to me.

My mind is perfect. My thoughts are perfect. And my awareness of time is even more pristine. So pristine that I know I've been rotting away in this cell for 9 days, 12 hours, 7 minutes and 41 seconds.

I'm so fucking done with this sentence. I'm done with the faggots. I'm done with a rickety dungeon bar and the rusty shackles on my hands.

The dungeon door cracked open. The barely greased metal squeaked like a testament of their negligence and I almost palmed my forehead in disappointment.

Keyword: Almost. I don't acre if their holes in the fucking ceiling but that faggot really let this place go.

The sound of heels clicked against the concrete floor and anger bubbled within me when his obnoxious scent tainted the already foul air.

“The fuck do you want?” The bastard had the audacity to laugh, a note of loftiness rested in his tone.

“Why do I have to want something before I get to see someone important?” He taunted while running a manicured nail over the bars, causing them to sing a fractured melody.

“You're nothing to me and I'm nothing to you. So what are you here, faggot?”

“And that's where you're wrong. I mean nothing to you…but you mean something to me,” he leaned closer. His scent grew stronger and his eyes grew vicious with hate when he spoke.

“You're a prisoner in my home who thought he could hurt my sister without any consequences.”

“For the last time I didn't touch her!”

“Then who bash her head into the bars?”

“Motherfucker! She bashed her own fucking head! I would touch that bitch even if you fucking paid ms.”

“Don't you dare speak about my sister that way.”

“Then don't talk about her in front of me.”

His face hardened to stone and his fists balled by his sides. I could almost see steam coming out of his ears. The cool, level-headed almighty Alpha of the Blue Lily. The unusual Alpha as they've called him was about to lose his shit.

And I couldn't be more proud of myself.

“It seems you're going to have to stay here longer. Nor that I expected any less from a tyrant like you,” he ran his eyes over me. Barely disguised disgust prominent in his eyes.

“Rot,” with that one word, he stormed out of the dungeon and I waited for the sound of his footsteps to fade before I resumed my task. Digging a hole through the concrete wall. While using my feet.

I've sat in this cell for 9 days. And I'm escaping on the 10th.

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“I'm almost there,” I muttered to myself like a child who whispered reassuring words into the ear of his lifeless toy. The sun had long set and the moon hung ethereally in the sky while sweat dripped down my chin. Exhaustion sat in the marrow of my bones and blisters formed on my heels and toes.

But I never stopped. I still pushed forward. No way in hell I'm going to spend another second in this shithole.

Afterall, it's almost midnight. And I could feel the concrete getting weaker.

Then the door burst open. My heart pounded against my ribs. The beads of sweat ran down my back with the weight of mercury. The footsteps moving towards me grew louder with each second that passed and they were more than one.

Why the hell are they here?

Three guards appeared in front of me. Their faces were a twisted display of hate and pride. I've seen enough of their kind to know exactly what type of people they are.

They're the ones with enough sympathy to kick a dead horse and its heartbroken owner.

“The famous Alpha Stone. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Oh wait! You're not an Alpha anymore!”

The merry incompetent trio burst into laughter and my fist clenched above my head. The desire to hurt another person just keeps growing with each second I remain in this pack.

I would forever curse the people that forced me to stay with these faggots.

“What's wrong? Cat cut your tongue?” one of them taunted while his hand reached in through the bars and like the sick fuck he was, he ran a finger over the stubble under my chin.

The finger I took pride in biting.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly. His blood stained the floor and my bottom lip which earned a smirk out of me. Their eyes darkened with anger and the smirk I was wearing only got wider.

“You're going to pay for that! Open the cell!” the bastard ordered and the other two morons did his bidding. Neither one of them stopped to question how stupid of an idea this was.

I can use this to my favour.

“Hold him down!” The others did as he said and I made a show of struggling in their grips, hoping they wouldn't notice the bruises on my feet.

I just have to wait for a little while. Maybe take a beating or two. Then when they least expect it, I'll…

Then one of them grabbed my dick and suddenly their intentions of ‘making me regret it’ became clear.

Fuck this. I was never patient anyways.

I tipped my head backwards and a terrible crunch sound filled the air. A perfect indicator that I've successfully broken one of their noses.

“Fuck,” the victim of my attack muttered but before either of them could react I ripped my hands from the chains, the cold, stale air hitting my raw wrists.

“Oh shit! Go get a backup…” His words died on his tongue when I smashed his head into the wall. The motherfucker's eyes went white and satisfaction washed over me.

The other two stared at me with fear in their beady eyes and before they could make a run for it, I grabbed them by the neck and threw them both into the wall. Groans of pain floated through the air before they lost consciousness. The urge to do so much more was still lying above the surface of my soul, feeding into the hunger of my wolf.

But I have to wait. Now I need to get out of here.

And that's what I did. When midnight came on the 10th day.