Trapped Again Novels & Stories

She protested but instead of letting her be, he caught her wrist, and the last thing she knew, he had their fingers intertwined as they hastily walked towards the IT Department. She badly wanted to take them off his hold but he was gripping them tight making her absolutely helpless. As they entered the door, she saw the staff busy facing the monitors. As Anton unclasped their hands, she noticed a woman in her early thirties, scrambling towards him. Her company ID states that she's the head of the IT Department named, Clara. "How is it going?" He asked Clara. "We're trying our best but it might take long to restore it!" Clara explained.

I screamed one final link to Clayton: “Trap. The ambush was a trap. Alpha Wyatt. Kidnapped. Find me.” Then, mercifully, all my senses shut down.

They've moved her again! But how? Is this a trap? I moved forward, senses on high alert. Don followed, his voice low. "We've got a problem." I turned to him, eyes narrowed. "What?" "The container's rigged," he said. "We've got—" A loud click interrupted him. And before any of us knew, the container doors slammed shut, trapping us inside…

"Haylee didn't want to be an ungrateful person, Mike. Believe it or not, she too felt stuck and trapped right now. She said that she was sorry and she forgive you for what you did that night at the amusement park. I don't know what it is but I assumed you must have done something to offend her at the amusement park before?"

Timing. No attack. No movement. No pattern—yet a pattern. Something was missing. Something important. Something we weren’t seeing. Or maybe— Something we weren’t meant to see. A faint unease crept into my chest. Just as I was about to stop the kids from thinking further, before they accidentally fell into a cycle of confusion, a situation known as a mind trap, my phone rang. All three of us froze. My heart jumped. My head turned toward the table behind me.

to my room once more, something inside me wilted. I was trapped. And this time, there were no shackles. Just honeyed voices. And a lock I couldn’t see.

“I’m stuck here because of him. I can’t forget that. And I won’t forgive him for it.” Jennie’s smile fades a bit, and she looks at me seriously. “Just...try to keep an open mind, okay? People can surprise you.” “Yeah, well, he’s had plenty of chances to surprise me, and he’s only ever disappointed,” I grumble, before continuing. “I just...I don’t know what to do, Jennie. I feel trapped.” Jennie sighs and squeezes my hand again. “I get it, Luna. It’s like you’re stuck in a loop, and every time you think you’re making progress, something pulls you back.”

Because whatever they had just walked into— It was a trap , and it was far from over.

He transformed in his half-wolf form and enveloped me in his arms as we descended into the hole. “Samalah, are you alright?” “A-Ah, yes,” I said, still a bit shaken after what just happened. Tristan peered around the hole. It was around nine feet deep, and the surface was smooth. It was a man-made trap for sure… Tristan had been using his flames of invisibility, and yet we had been caught into this trap. What was going on? “Lady Samalah, how are you? Did I do well,” someone said from above us. We peered at the edge of the hole above, and sure enough, there were around three to four wolves looking down to us while we were trapped there.

She immediately flopped down, whimpering in pain, her instinct leading her to lick her wounded limb. Clayton rubbed her furry head gently. "Okay, I think you can shift back whenever you're ready. But you won't be able to walk back on that paw," he frowned, concern etching his face. Clayton triggered the trap, pulling the anchor out of the ground. "I can't fucking believe this shit," he muttered angrily. "And so close to the cabin." He decided to take the trap back with him, determined to prevent another innocent creature from falling victim to its cruelty.