The Autistic Alpha

Chapter 7: Escape gone wrong (2)

A static blackout made Imogen pause, taking the phone away from her ear. She stared at it, wondering if the phone was having issues or not. That wasn't the first time it would happen during a phone call, and she didn't enjoy it. It made her love the moment when she didn't have a phone at all.

Imogen placed the phone across her left ear again. A low breath escaped her lungs. Her eyes didn't leave Blake for a second. There was no way she was going to stop watching him. She wasn't going to do that at all. Not when she was trying to escape from these four walls.

"Hello? Moira, can you hear me?" she asked, her voice low.

From the other side of the phone call, she could pick up sounds of moaning, but she shrugged it aside. Moira couldn't be kissing in the car when she was coming to pick her up from this place.

"Hello?" she said again.

"I'm here, sorry," Moira replied almost immediately.

Imogen squinted her eyes, trying to understand what was happening underneath. But she couldn't grasp anything. It was just a sloppy sound, and the slight tapping, and maybe Moira's low breath that came through from the phone.

"Keep it down with any tapping you're doing there. Are you sure you are already outside the pack borders?" she asked, her voice low.

"Very well, yes. I'm there," Moira said.

"s**t," she cursed. Moira was already there, where they had both agreed hours ago. And now she was the one delaying her? Damn. She needed to find her way out of this place as soon as possible. "I will be there, give me an hour."

She would have disappeared—she would have taken the easy route. And this? She wouldn't even bother wasting time in this villa. She would be out in minutes, and what was it? But her father had done the craziest thing. Her father had seized her powers. She could activate them herself, but it wasn't an easy thing to disappear. It might kill her.

"f**k you, Dad," she cursed, thinking about everything her father had done and how he had brought her here. Making her whole life hell was one thing; deciding her fate was another, and she wasn't ready to agree with that. Not at all. She couldn't agree with that.

She turned sharply. With slow strides, she made her way towards the door. Twisting the doorknob softly, she was careful to avoid making any noise.

The door creaked open slowly. She stepped out, leaving it opened ajar. Now she could only hope and pray for two things. Firstly, she doesn't get caught by that little boy, Jayden, or his mother, Selene. Second, this house shouldn't have witchcraft as well. Nothing should go wrong. Nothing at all.

Making her way down the silent hallway, she was slow and quiet. She managed her stealth, making sure there was no creaking sound or any squeak from her shoes. It was always what she had hoped for before stepping out of that room.

The escape was going as planned. Imogen was careful with her steps. Jayden was not in the room at all, nor was he in the house. While she walked through the house as well, she realized that the whole place had so many rooms and Jayden had lied to her.

She opened the big door, stepping out of the villa completely. This was it. The final escape. She was out of the house.

A few steps away from the building, she realized what she hadn't thought about before even making her move. She didn't know her way through the pack. She didn't have a map or anything that could get her out of the pack safely. And now, she was left all alone. She was still in the pack. She couldn't ask for help, nor could she go back to where she had started her escape from.

Damn! she mouthed, her whole body running cold. Her veins pulsed in her hands, almost trying to jump out of her body.

The night was heavy, a thick darkness up ahead as she faced the foggy woods. Her heart leaped, ramming against her ribs. Her instinct screamed at her to go back into that house and act like the good Fae princess she was. But her body screamed louder. She couldn't go back there. She needed to get out of here. She needed to marry the man she loved, not some autistic bastard.

"I'm brave," she whispered to herself. "I can walk through this forest alone." She heaved a sigh.

The forest in front of her could see as her chest rose and fell. Her whole body shook with fear. The more she stared, the more she felt like running away. But she knew there was no going back. Not even once. Moira was waiting at the border to get her out of this place.

"I can do this. I will do this. I must do this." She repeated the words as she made her way into the forest.

Foggy. Silent. Big trunks and trees. A cacophony of howls and a deep growl from unknown creatures—this was how terrible the forest was. Watching as Imogen's chest rose and fell, it hummed soft sounds, strong enough to make a normal human run, their legs touching the backs of their heads. But Imogen watched, walking slowly with her chest pounding, humming a soft song that resonated with nature itself.

Cold—the frigid moon sat high across the sky, watching her every move, aware of what was close ahead but couldn't tell.

Using her right hand, Imogen pushed the dry leaves away from her face. Stepping on the roots beneath the moist soil, she hoisted onto the big wood in front of her. She kept muttering the same words over and over again.

"I can do this. I will do this. I must do this." Those words were from a past that left and had threatened to dealt her the worst years of her life.

Right ahead, a loud growl echoed through the forest. Soon after, the leaves began rustling really fast. A flock of bats scattered into the air, all afraid of the unknown.

Imogen paused, her fist clenched tightly until her knuckles whitened. Her sharp ears perked up as she listened to the sound of whatever might be approaching her. Her legs were rigid on the floor; her stance was firm.

Although she was a strong martial artist in the Fae Kingdom, as a princess, she was trained to face any war. She was trained to face anything, but at this moment, her heart leaped. She couldn't help but be afraid of the unknown.

"Damn," she muttered. "I would have stayed in that stupid palace if I had known this was how bad their forest was." She muttered,

A wave of deep regret washed over her.

She heard the loud howl. The earth had begun vibrating. She shook her head continuously. This wasn't the time to wait. It was time to run.