TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

FREYA'S POV:The freezing cold water suddenly doused on my body rips me painfully from my unconscious state, and tosses my consciousness back into my limp body with a rigorous force that leaves me terribly disoriented.I leap up from wherever I am, first screaming ‘what the fuck’ in my mind and out loud ofcourse, to remind myself that I have a voice.“Holy shit.” The comment rolls in after feeling every painful fiber of my muscle slowly weigh down on me.It feels like I’m breathing in flaming needles that burn and punctures my lungs with every inhale and exhale.It weighs heavily on my chest as I’m wheezing for air.I stop breathing to stop the pain, then I choke painfully and have to breathe twice as hard to recover the lack of oxygen.My body feels like I’ve been trampled on by a group of angry elephants continuously, till I’m shattered to pieces, and said pieces are glued back poorly with weak adhesive.I can’t even begin to describe the pounding headache that really wants to crack

FREYA'S POV:“Fuck you, ASSHOLE!” I yell out just as he slams the door shut.My sudden outburst puts a heavy strain on my bruised belly. The muscle throbs more painfully, and I wince, biting down at my lower lip.That’s right, I had forgotten that was there.Right now, I fucking hate Lucas.I get he has some deep psychological issues and clearly has problems with dealing with his emotions, but aiding in kidnapping me could never be justified by whatever bullshit reason he could come up with.Nothing could ever make this okay!Yet, as I seethe and boil, unable to take out my rage on the wall or the bed or that table due to my injury — I’m unable to do shit. I can’t even escape right now even if I came up with something.I’m sure the last two ribs on my side are cracked, if not broken. That brute had gone full strength on me, probably assuming I was a real Alpha female that could withstand that much damage perfectly.If only I really was born Alpha, or anything way better than an omeg

SILAS’ POV:I hate to admit it.My pride stands in the way, strongly disagreeing but deep down, Adam was rightNo more than a friend, an acquaintance, nothing more serious to bind myself to her. No title to claim her for myself alone like I badly need to.No matter how much I rage about it, she would still be classified as single and would be sought after by Adam and men like… Norman.The thought alone sets me on edge. The idea of her being with someone else, the thought of another bastard holding her and feeling that luscious skin that should be mine alone to feel and grope to my heart’s content.Freya should be mine.Yet, I cannot claim her the way I want to, being tied down to this betrothal. Even with the break up, I am still chained to Elena with things like responsibilities and duties to the pack. This goddamn alliance that was beneficial to our future.I groan painfully, pulling on my hair again as thoughts rage through my mind, spinning me to madness. This unnerving feeling

SILAS' POV:I search the end of the cliff for the fifth time since a week now, sniffing the scent of the earth with our snout. My larger wolf frame allows me to scout and cover a larger distance in a short while whilst I search for clues and yet again, there’s nothing to be found.It’s like she was abducted by aliens.There’s no foreign scent of rogues lingering around, or footsteps leading out.I wonder how at all this is possible. Unless they flew, they shouldn’t be this good at covering their tracks, or have some techniques to hide their tracks perfectly.Something somewhere isn’t adding up, and I just can’t quite put my finger on it yet. But I would eventually get to the bottom of this.Despite knowing all this, I cannot help but return here every day to the last place she was seen. The last night we had been together.Had all gone the way it should have been, we’d have never stopped kissing till our lips grew swollen, and the need in our bodies took over.I’d have held tightly

FREYA'S POV: I wait just after the emptied bowl for the most recent meal is taken away. Immediately after the guard on duty leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and it buzzes, clicking shut.I wait a few more seconds before I pull out the fork under my sheet.At some point, I figured out they gave utensils randomly. You could be given a spoon or fork with your oat porridge, irrespective of if it got the job done or not.I had waited patiently till I had gotten a fork with sturdy edges and for all my bruises to heal to a considerable amount, where they don’t hurt much — all to execute my plan.Once I’m sure he’s gone, I quickly begin putting things into action.First off, pushing my bed frame till it’s just under the vent, high up on the wall.I stop where I need to, grabbing the chair and settling it on the bed. I had to do this all before the guard returns, and hears suspicious movementOnce I’m sure that it's somewhat carefully balanced, I begin climbing to freedom. At th