03~ Just a Taste of Freedom

SKYLAR'S P*O*V

I glared around the room as I slowly opened my eyes, taking in a glimpse of my environment. I winced as I tried to make myself sit, my body was bruised and every single place hurts.

"Don't move, you still haven't healed." Roselle's caring voice sounded from beside me. "Hey, how do you feel?"

I dragged my gaze over to her as she approached me with a soft smile and a cup of water in her hand. 

"How did I make it alive?" I asked, knowing it was only by the moon goddesses intervention one could survive those strokes.

"I don't know how, but you survived it." She replied. "Here, have a drink."

She placed the cup on my lips while I slowly gulped down the water. I sighed heavily, so she went to drop it on the table. 

"Mrs. Marie." It was the first name that came to my mind.

"Don't worry about her, she doesn't know we are here."

But not for long, the door banged open. In this mansion, there is nothing like privacy. No matter whatever you do, wherever you hide, there are eyes watching everything you do.

"Here you two are, doing what exactly?" Mrs. Marie fumed, crossing her arms around her chest. "Look here, lazy fool. Don't think that you can rest because of that little scratch on your back, you still have a lot to do."

"Mrs. Marie, I don't think I can do anything. I really need to get–"

"What did you just say?" She yelled as she angrily marched towards me. "Say that again." She dared.

I tried to avoid her gaze and I dare not to say a word, but she insisted that I should repeat myself again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to–" I felt her hand make a rough contact on my face. Every cell grew hyperactive as the force of her slap reverberated from one end of my face to the other.

"You dare to excuse yourself from duty? Huh?"

I can't count the number of times I have received slaps this week. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I said nothing but glared at her.

"The Alpha's clothes need to be pressed immediately. I need you to go to the laundry room and handle that now." She ordered. 

"You, Roselle, you're coming with me. I have a task for you."

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I dragged myself towards the laundry room. I had exhausted my energy while climbing the stairs, and I slumped on the door while trying to open it.

I was so scared that I couldn't even cry.

I exhaled deeply, my fingers trembling as I reached for the doorknob. I managed to twist it, and it took me minutes to get my legs walking in.

All my life, I have watched werewolves live their life just the way they wanted. I hoped mine would be of no exception, having someone who would care and cherish me like I meant the world to him.

But… I never saw it coming.

Here I am, as a torture property for the pack. I thought I had gotten used to the punishments here, I was wrong. Everyday comes with a new version.

I tried my best to shut the door. Despite the pain and pinches at my ribs from the effect of the flogs, I wouldn't have believed I'd still be alive till this moment.

I had almost given up on life, waiting for nature to take me into its bosoms.

I forced myself to get all the clothes pressed before Mrs. Marie showed up with her nagging attitude. I sat on the floor, resting against the wall.

It felt cold against my skin, and I was loving the cold shivers it sent to my skin. I think I really do need this rest more than anyone else. However, I knew this moment was only for a while.

Tonight, I'd be serving the same man that had caused me this pain. Thinking about this sent a sense of fear shooting through my heart. 

All I could think about is the nightmare I am bound to face when I walk into his room. But then, a thought popped into my head.

Why should I keep suffering? Why let them keep torturing you when you can always have your freedom?

With the little strength in me, I forced myself to stand on my feet. I packed all the pressed clothes into a basket, taking it to the Alpha's bedroom.

I waited patiently for the night to come, as it was the only time I could escape without anyone seeing me. I had wanted to talk to Roselle about this, however, I couldn't risk my freedom and endanger her safety.

I decided to do this on my own.

I ignored the pain I was feeling. As a wolf, I am supposed to have healed by now. But ever since life in the Moon Night pack grew worse, the trauma made my wolf weak.

I tiptoed out of my small room, I made my movements slow so no one would hear me. I didn't stop walking, I didn't care to look back. My focus and attention was ahead.

Make it out of the quarter and leave the pack as soon as possible.

Thankfully, the servant quarter wasn't so far from the woodside. Today, I already made up my mind to forget anything that has to do with the Moon Night pack as soon as I step my feet out of this hell hole.

No more pain, no more suffering. But it's freedom calling out for me.

I was running faster than I could ever imagine. I was sure I was miles away from the mansion and a few meters to the pack border. I decided to walk my way to the border since it's only a few meters.

My happiness was cut short as I felt a strong arm hold mine, stopping me on my track. I turned to see the dark shadowy figure standing before me.

"What the hell are you doing crossing borders?"