Page 49 of Claimed By the Alpha
As if it called for me, the wind breezed inside, the thin white curtains parted slightly, and I stepped outside. The crisp air invaded my lungs, and my lips parted with a gasp.
The view was something else, the mountains in the far distance, the thick trees almost seeming to move on their own, the water stream creating a path in the middle, all the way to the mountains.
It was a sight that held this beauty that I had never seen before. It felt right being here, it felt like home, and I hated it.
This wasn’t my home, not without Isaac.
Leaning over the railing, I peeled my eyes away from the mountains and peeked down.
Higher than I wanted it to be, but I could try to climb down if it weren’t for the fucking guards glaring up at me.
There went my plan or the beginning of a plan.
“I’m hungry!” I yelled down, trying something else. But they just laughed, and I pushed further. “I will jump, you know.”
Their laughter stopped when I swung one leg over the railing and leaned forward. “I don’t think the Alpha would like to see me splashed by your feet because you wouldn’t give me food.”
And that was one.
One of the guards moved inside, and I was left with two. Maybe I didn’t think this through, but at least I get someone here, so perhaps I can surprise them and make a run for it.
But where would I go?
Getting back inside, searching for something to use against whoever came here, but there wasn’t anything. A pillow wouldn’t exactly help me.
I stood close to the door, readying myself to knock whoever came inside out.
I could do this; I only needed to run as if my life depended on it. Run toward the trees, stay in the shadows. And then come up with my next move.
It would be easier if I could control this heat under my skin or if my father’s voice could give me some guidance.
Other than that, remember who you are.
Well, I was trying and failing. Hard.
The sound of the lock turning made my focus rise. Time seemed to slow down, the door carefully creaking open, and a petite she-wolf strolled inside, not knowing what I was doing.
The guard from before stood behind her, and I wasn’t going to wait until he looked up and saw the expression on my face because I knew he would see it coming.
I shoved her aside, slamming her body against the wall, and rushed past the guard. Not daring to get too close.
His fingers grazed my skin, but I was too far out of reach.
I sprinted faster than ever before and tried to remember how Finlay brought me here.
First left, right?
Crap, crap, crap. Wrong turn. More guards came over, and I took a sharp right into the next corridor. I wouldn’t let them catch me; I wouldn’t give up. If they wanted me back in that room, they would have to fight me.
Maybe I was being stupid, not thinking about the consequences. Not having the best plan, or better said, not having a plan. Running away without knowing where to go was the worst idea I had ever had.
But that was how we learned and got better at life.
A chill moved down my spine; the guards behind me were suddenly gone. My strides wouldn’t slow, not until I saw it.
Darkness surrounded me; only the dimmed light through the small windows gave me enough to see my environment. Cobwebs covered the empty spaces, and massive paintings hung on the dirty walls.
I slowed, desperate to see what they said, only to be struck by fear.
