Chapter 7

An Ally

♠SYLVARA♠

“What is it?” He frowned, his amber wolf eyes glowing faintly. “We have an emergency!”

“What?!” He closed his eyes angrily, suppressing the growl that rumbled from his chest. “I will be back next time, little fly.” He winked as he pinched my nipple, dominance radiating off him like fire.

“Ahhh!” I let out a moan, and that made me feel embarrassed. ‘Sylvara, how could you let yourself moan before this man?’ I bit my lips angrily.

“If you want me to stay, just say it; I won't judge you.” He bit his lips seductively, his wolf smirk lingering.

“Get the fuck off me.” I kicked him.

“That ‘F’ word might get you in trouble later; be careful,” he teased as he got off me, his voice holding the dangerous playfulness of an Alpha warning a subordinate. “I enjoyed your little game.” He chuckled as he reached out for my nipple again, but I sprang up and turned around immediately.

But he spanked my ass, catching me off guard, a growl of amusement leaving his lips, which made me turn to him angrily. I wanted to attack him, to claw at him with the fury of my wolf, but I knew that wasn’t the time for that, so I suppressed my anger. So shameless!

“Get the car ready!” He ordered one of his Betas outside, and his gaze darkened as he left the room.

“He is going out to kill people again,” I mumbled beneath my breath, remembering the scene I saw the other night when he tore rogues apart with his claws. He is a monster.

I threw my hand into the air angrily. “Crazy bastard!” I cursed, looking at the mark on my breast. “How could he leave a hickey? He must be out of his mind.” I hissed, going towards the bathroom. The mark wasn’t just a hickey—it was a faint Alpha Claim Mark, glowing slightly from his aura. I wanted to wash his touch off my body; I felt irritated remembering how my body responded to his touch.

“I failed this time, Darius Russo. Next time you enter this room, I will make sure you will be carried out unconsciously by your men.” I clenched my fist angrily, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my wolf pacing restlessly inside me.

I slipped out of my skirt, but then I noticed blood on my pants. What the heck?! I shut my eyes embarrassingly, remembering how Darius slipped his fingers into my pants just to get his blood on me. My body shivered remembering that scene; I could feel how wet it was between my thighs, my wolf whining at the memory.

“This won’t work,” I muttered as I thought of another way to kill him and escape. I took my bath hurriedly and slipped into one of the clothes inside the closet that was stacked with designer dresses, but I made sure it wouldn’t reveal my chest because I was ashamed of walking inside the mansion with the mark of an Alpha on my chest.

I walked out of my room, trying to check the mansion settings, but the more I walked, the more I found it complicated. The mansion was well secured; one would never be able to get out of there unless that bastard allowed it; the route was confusing, like a wolf labyrinth.

“The architect is a psychopath like the house owner.” I hissed, looking at the roof. The only person that can leave this place without using the gate would have lived here for years. I rolled it over in my head.

“Ugh.” I grunted as I bumped into a maid.

“Sorry, Luna—I mean, ma’am!” The maid panicked as she went on her knees immediately. “I deserve to be punished, ma’am!” She kept shaking.

I was speechless because I knew I was at fault for not paying attention.

“Please, stand up.” I said so, but she refused.

“On your feet!” I said it, making it sound more like an Alpha command. Even though I grew up rich, I was spoiled. I always chatted with maids, so I had never experienced a maid doing that much because of such a reason, except for my cruel uncle. He was hated by all the Omegas, and they always made sure to stay away from him whenever he was home.

“Yes, ma’am!” She sprang up and bowed.

“Are you hurt?” I asked worriedly, and she looked at me like I was an angel.

“No, ma’am.” She shook her head.

“You don’t have to call me ma’am; we seem to be of the same age. My name is Sylvara; just call me that.” I stretched my hand out for a handshake.

“Erica, that’s my name.” She smiled shyly as she shook hands with me. Looking at her gave me an idea.

“Erica? You have a nice name. I like your name so much.”

“Thank you, Sylvara.” She blushed.

“Let me help with that; it seems heavy.” I said, carrying one of the boxes that fell out of her hand, but she stopped me.

“You can’t… Don Darius will get angry at me if he finds out.” She said, taking the boxes from me nervously.

“We are friends now. I want to help you, and Darius won’t get angry, I promise you that; you are safe.” I smiled at her, though inside I thought, “His pack members must fear him so much.”

We both got to the storage room and dropped the boxes.

“Thank you so much, Sylvara.” She smiled as she breathed heavily.

“It’s okay; we are friends anyway.” I shrugged it off.

“I still have to thank you anyway; you are the first person that ever offered me help since I started working here.” She mumbled.

“Really?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Oh… when did you start working here?” I asked slowly, even though I knew that she was young and wouldn’t have any ideas about the mansion escape route.

“Hmmm… It has been ten years.” She replied with a smile, and I widened my eyes at her.

“I’m not joking, Erica.” I shook my head at her, disappointed in her.

“I am not joking either. I will be 19 this year, and I’ve been here since I was nine years old,” she said with a straight face.

“How did it happen? Is he into little girls too?” I asked angrily, trying to calm myself, my wolf bristling.

“What? I don’t understand you.” Erica furrowed her brows at me confusedly.

“I mean—are you talking about Don Darius?” She asked, interrupting me, and I nodded.

“He is not nice, but that is not the case with me. He doesn’t even know that I exist.” She explained.

“Oh…” I said, realizing how I had overreacted.

“But what do you mean by ‘too’?” She asked, looking at me worried.

“Erica, I am not a VIP. I am being kidnapped right now, and I am looking for an escape route in this big mansion.” I blurted.

“What? Kidnapped?” She gasped in shock.

“Yes, I got kidnapped by that monster, and I am no more safe here.” I said, walking closer to her. “Erica, you have a decade here. I know you can help me get out of here.” I spouted.

“But it’s dangerous.” She bit her lips as she shook her head.

“Please, Erica, I will make sure to repay your kindness one day.”

“Okay… I will help you, but I might lose my dear life while doing that. I’m scared.” She shivered as her palm started sweating profusely.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen.” I reassured her.

“Okay—how long can it take you to help me escape?” I asked.

“The question is, when do you wish to leave?” She smirked at me with a serious face, her wolf aura sparking faintly.

“What’s the plan?”