Flight from the Cage.

ELOWEN'S POV 

I turned quickly, hurrying to the opposite hall, desperate to escape being caught by Cyrus.

If he catches me eavesdropping on their conversation, he might reconsider his decision of letting me out today. This was the only chance I've got to escape this horrible life I've been living here. 

I couldn't take it anymore as hot tears poured from my eyes. Every step I took, my heart thudded more. My mind raced as the truth slapped me right across my face. 

Cyrus would never see me as his mate, nor his equal. To him, I'll always be a sex object and a baby machine. He doesn't acknowledge me nor does he care about me, all he wants is for me to bear an heir for him.

I was just a tool…a pawn in his game of power.

Fortunately, I was unable to tell him about my pregnancy. He does not deserve to be the father of my child, nor does he deserve to be in our life. 

My breath seized in shallow gasps and I was unable to think straight. 

“What was I supposed to do now? What's the next step for me now? What about our child together? What about the baby?” I thought to myself.

I decided that I couldn't stay in the house any longer. 

How could I stay in the same house, under the same roof and in the same bed after finding out what he really thought of me?

But he was right.

I'm only a werewolf, acting like a lycan princess. I was fortunate to have a mother and father who raised me as part of them. Abandoned at birth, taken and raised by the Lycan Queen, yet I was despised and maltreated by everyone else for being what I was, a common Omega in the midst of lycans.

The Lycan Queen had pitied me, and that was the sole reason I was regarded as a lycan princess. Despite being a princess of the pack, I had no right. I was thrown and passed around when not needed in the court, used for several manual labours and widely regarded as the ‘Outcast’.

By the time I reached my room, my hands were so shaky that I was unable to close the door behind me. My eyes darted across the room to the blue and pink sweater I have been knitting for our unborn baby and I felt a sense of determination starting to build in me.

I glanced at my mirror one last time. The woman standing behind me wasn't the same person who had believed in fairy tales and destined love. 

I'd admit that before I came here, I was a bit happy about it. I was happy because I thought…maybe he'd be different from everyone..maybe he'll finally see me for who I am..maybe he wouldn't judge me..maybe he'll stick with me in all chaos and turbulence.

But I guessed wrong. It turned out that the fairytale I had pictured in my head was all a lie and an illusion. 

Cyrus could never love me, we are not even mated. We were never mates, he solely binded himself to me, just because he wanted to use me as a pawn and tool for his game.

Then, it dawned to me, Cyrus would never see worthy of being his mate deserving of his love and attention. All I'll ever be is a slave and prisoner, no better than the horses he keeps in the stable. He'll get rid of me the moment I give birth to an heir for him and serve my purpose, I'll be disposed of instantly when he gets the child in his custody.

I placed my hand on my stomach, my bump still not visible. “I'll protect you, my love.” I whispered, “I'll make sure nothing happens to you. I promise, mummy loves you so much.”

I wasn't prepared for this. I never thought it would end up this way, all the months I spent here trying to see Cyrus as a better person, hoping daily he would change and love me. 

Regardless, I had to do this. Not just for me, but for my unborn baby. If I fail to leave now, I might never get the chance to escape from him. 

I thought to myself, “This is my chance of surviving and escaping from this hell hole. Today's the only day I'll ever get to be around people, the only day I get to be free from the room. 

I decided right on the spot, I had to escape.

All I needed to do is to find a pathway where no one will be there, and also where I won't be seen by anyone, and most especially not by his men or him.

I skipped the celebration, hoping he wouldn't notice I wasn't there. I had peeped earlier to check if he was at the party and fortunately, he was there. 

“Should I leave now or should I wait a little bit before leaving?” I pondered, grabbed my suitcase and packed some of my important documents and clothes. My little sunshine’s sweater was neatly folded at the bottom of the box.

“I hope he doesn't see me nor his men.” I said unconsciously, slamming my door shut and locking the door knob.

I waited for the guests to start leaving before planning how to flee from here. Hurriedly, I closed the zip shut and placed the box at the corner of the room, close to my closet. 

I stayed perfectly still, until my boil started boiling with the desire to escape and leave her …..and finally be able to taste the freedom at last. 

The engines started almost immediately, I sneaked through the hallway passes to have a look at the guests who were leaving, and I knew it was time to get out of here.

And as the laughter and footsteps echoed from the courtyard, I knew…it was time to run.