3: Save Me

Alexa

The car sped at a high velocity. I knew about Rider, a car modified to absorb the energy of the driver and passengers to speed up faster. I knew I was riding it now because my head felt increasingly dizzy. My stomach felt worse and worse. My emotions were scattered all over the place.

“Answer me!” Alpha Alastair roared.

My body jolted at the sound of his voice directly in front of my face. Trembling, I tried my best to remain strong.

“I’m not,” I whimpered.

“What?”

“I’m not a virgin,” I confessed to him.

He froze upon hearing my words. He gripped my neck tighter, and I saw his eyes burning bright crimson. His other hand dug into my inner thigh.

“Who took it?” he grunted.

I shook my head, refusing to answer him.

“Answer me, who took it?” He asked, his words slow and deliberate.

I grew more uneasy and chaotic. In the midst of my swirling emotions, I opened my mouth slowly. I didn’t know what to say to him. But his gaze bore into mine, making me obey him in a silent command.

“Alpha Gabriel of Silver Moon Pack,” I spilled the truth.

His eyes narrowed at me. But before he could ask further, my stomach churned. It must be from the pressure of this Rider. Unable to hold it back any longer, I vomited. The liquid spilled from my mouth, spoiling me and Alpha Alastair, who had been pressing against me.

“Agh! You cursed woman!” He roared in frustration and pushed me away.

***

I didn’t know what else I had done wrong. Whatever the Moon Goddess wanted from me, she had fated me to a terrible life. So bad that I no longer knew what to do.

The rage of Alpha Alastair threw me into the underground dungeon of the Blood Moon Pack. He was furious upon learning that I was no longer a virgin, compounded because I soiled his clothes and car.

Instead of a luxurious room in the packhouse or the title of Luna, he left me alone in a filthy, dusty corner of the underground prison. If I lied about my virginity, would it have earned me better treatment? Probably not.

‘It seems he no longer wants me as his mate,’ I said to Mythril.

‘Yes, but he already bought you, so he’ll likely use you for something else,’ Mythril sighed.

‘As a punching bag, maybe.’

I didn’t know how long I had been curled up behind the iron bars. These bars were specially designed for werewolves. The scent of wolfsbane poison pierced my senses, a scent that would make any werewolf dizzy and powerless to fight.

There were no windows or ceiling gaps to mark the time. I could only guess from the guards who brought me food twice a day. It seemed a week had passed. Alpha Alastair hadn’t even spoken, as if he had forgotten he had purchased me for a million dollars’ price.

Probably at night, a guard returned with food through the small slot under the iron bars. But this time, the scent of the food was strikingly different from before. It smelled of calming mint and pine. Strange, because the food appeared to be the same porridge with cold broth as any other day.

What made the smell different? I walked toward the food tray. As I pulled the tray, I realized something was off about the spoon. A tissue was wrapped around the spoon as though it were a dish in a fancy restaurant.

I furrowed my brow but still opened the tissue wrap. Now I became even more certain that the scent didn’t come from the broth but from the tissue itself. When I unfolded the tissue, I was startled, my eyes widening.

‘Get out now!’ That was the message written on the tissue.

My heart leaped with hope. My hands reached for the cell door’s lock, and sure enough, the padlock was gone. When had this happened? What exactly was going on?

‘It must have been the guard who brought the food earlier,’ Mythril exclaimed.

Without a second thought, I opened the latch of the iron cell door. Despite the scent of wolfsbane piercing my nose, the mint and pine scent overpowered it, giving me newfound strength. I dashed out, passing through the cell door. My steps echoed through the filthy cell hallway as I made my way toward the exit.

When I pushed open the slightly ajar iron door, there were two guards lying helpless on the ground. I glanced right and left, unsure of where to go. To the right, far ahead, I saw residential houses. That seemed to be the Blood Moon Pack’s packhouse, clearly not an ideal escape route.

Yet, I saw a light toward the forest behind the prison building on my left. I chased that light without much thought. My feet raced through the line of tall trees.

***

“There she is!”

A Gamma warrior shouted as he ran toward me. Two other guards followed him. My first instinct was to run deeper into the forest.

“Stop!” They ran after me with increasing speed. I kept running, my bare feet bruised as they hit the ground between the trees. I glanced back again and realized they were getting closer.

Suddenly, a gust of wind brought the scent of spicy mint and calming pine to my nose. The next second, someone jumped and tackled one of the warriors. He sent him tumbling to the ground.

“Keep running!” The man roared at me as he stood up to face the remaining two guards.

My eyes widened as I saw a man blocking my pursuers. He was alone, fighting against three men. I froze for a moment to get a better look at him, but I didn’t recognize him.

I felt like I had met him, but I didn’t know when or where. One thing I knew for sure was I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He fought in fierce moves, taking down each guard one by one. When a guard fell to the ground, the other two chased me again. I turned to run again, but the man lunged at the second guard.

He tackled the guard from behind, and they rolled on the ground for a moment. The man grabbed the guard’s waist and then threw him toward the Gamma. While the two guards curled on the ground, the other from behind attacked the man. The man elbowed him and struck his thigh, then slammed him to the ground.

“Keep running!”

Hearing his roar, I turned and ran, leaving him behind.