Two Alphas Chasing Me

Chapter 3

It hurts.

Suffocating pain ran through my entire body along my veins, and even my bones made a sound from the excessive pain I couldn't bear.

It was as if a long needle had been stuck into my heart, causing me to curl up painfully and hug myself tightly, but I couldn't get even a tiny bit of relief.

As a former Alpha heir, I had never been in such a mess as I was now.

"Tick, tick ......" It was the sound of raindrops smashing down.

I opened my eyes and saw that a small puddle of water had accumulated on the ground in front of me, and looked upwards to realize that it was raining outside.

This dark and damp cell could not even provide the minimum protection from the wind and rain.

I was not the only werewolf in the cell; In fact, there were several prisoners with me. But they were both hostile and questioning toward me, and from time to time they stared at me with a blatant gaze that gave me the creeps.

And it was surprising that I had been in such a cell for so long that I could not even remember when I had entered.

I winced and wrapped my thin clothing tighter, but my head was a little dizzy and it felt like heaven and earth were spinning.

A sharp pain in my body woke me up from my stupor and I struggled to open my eyes. The temperature after nightfall was much colder than usual, and I was struggling to catch my breath, feeling pain all over my body, and my chest was stuffy, as if something was preventing me from breathing.

If this continues, I will really die.

In fact, when I was captured by Alpha Darren, I did want to die. But after being treated like that by him, even the omega could easily abuse me, it suddenly lit a fire in my heart.

Why should my parents lose their lives like this, and I don't even know who killed them?

Why should I give away the position of Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack like this? When I grow up again, I will be able to challenge Edmund and reclaim my father's position!

Why do I have to die like this? To die among wolves I've never seen before, and even then to be thrown into the wild as scrap and eaten by wild animals?

I don't want to die in such a shameful way, I want to take revenge. I want to declare war against all who bring misfortune to me!

Hatred strengthened my faith, and I sank down and began to think about what to do next and how to do it.

And to reach my goal, one thing was a prerequisite. I had to survive this ramshackle prison.

Obviously, it was too difficult for me to survive in such extreme conditions and I had to seek outside help.

I took a deep breath and shouted as loudly as I could.

"Is anyone there?"

Before the words left my mouth, I was startled by myself.

I shuddered and touched my throat in disbelief. Why did my voice turn out to be like this? So hoarse and unpleasant? My clan had said that my voice was kissed by the Moongoddess.

A voice from outside interrupted my frustration.

"What the hell are you screaming for? It's so late, what's the matter that must be said now?" The werewolf guarding the door was probably sleeping and was suddenly woken up by me with an unpleasant tone.

I mustered up the courage to continue asking, "Sorry to disturb you, but is Dr. Cohen here, please?"

Dana Cohen, Darren's wolf doctor, met her right after I woke up from the Dark Moon Pack.

She was a very gentle woman who was friendly to even me, a strange werewolf. At that time, she bandaged me while frowning tightly, but her hands were very gentle, fearing that I would suffer even a tiny bit of extra injury.

"Your wounds are very strange," said Dana at that time, "I have seen many wounded people as a wolf doctor, but this is really the only case like you. I can do nothing for you except bind up your wounds so they won't get infected, but there's nothing I can do to help them heal."

I haven't seen Dana since I offended Darren, refused to be his slave, and was locked up by him again.

Not only Dana, but even my wolf never responded to me again, and I was isolated. The only thing I could count on now was the werewolf on guard at the door, willing to get Dana for me.

Fearing that he hadn't heard what I had just said, I held back the discomfort in my throat and repeated my request again.

"Yes, yes, yes." The guard was impatient, "I know you're going to see the wolf doctor, and who's going to announce for you at this late hour? Bear with it, you can't die overnight anyway, wait until tomorrow morning!"

"But ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard the guard softly cursed "bad luck", followed by a series of footsteps, increasingly distant.

He's already out of my cell door.

I sighed and decided to grit my teeth and get through this excruciating night.

I looked upwards and could see the stars from the leaky roof. The stars were still bright, which meant it was still a long time before dawn.

My mind began to wander, wondering if my parents would be disappointed if I died in this prison, wondering why Edmund had suddenly decided to banish us, wondering what I should do next ......

Finally, I thought of Darren, the Alpha who has a handsome face that makes countless people blush, but has a demon-like heart.

He saved me, yes, but I wasn't grateful to him.

Once as the Alpha heir of the Blood Moon Pack I was indeed a bit more innocent, but I wasn't stupid, and this guy definitely had an ulterior motive for saving me back.

But he was the absolute ruler of the Dark Moon Pack, and I had every reason to believe that all the wolves within this pack absolutely embraced him. This also meant that my life and death were completely in his hands.

The wounds on my body were crumbling, and my mind was not too sober, so I thought about my current situation for a while, and then I felt like I was back to the happy times when my parents were still with me. I don't know how long I stayed up, but the day finally dawned.

I breathed a long sigh of relief and waited for the guards to bring Dr. Dana Wolf over.

However, I waited for a long time, but still did not wait for the arrival of the wolf doctor, and my breathing became heavier and heavier, and the fear of death gripped my heart.

I was cold and shivering, and then hot and aching. I raised my hand haphazardly and pressed the back of my hand to my forehead, like an electric shock, and quickly pulled my hand back.

The forehead is very hot, it should be a high fever.

I looked around and saw a glass of water on the far corner of the table. I struggled to get up and tried to reach it, but my hand shook and the whole glass of water spilled on my wrist.

There was the bracelet my mother had left me with a small line of writing: Love Rosalie Forever.

I had always treasured the bracelet and kept it carefully tucked away when I washed and hunted, but now the line has been wet with water and blurred, and tears filled my eyes.

A hot teardrop smashed onto the back of my hand.

I clenched my fist. I want to live, regardless of the means.

The footsteps outside the door drew closer, and I finally made up my mind: "Hello, please tell Darren that I'll be his slave."

They were reluctant to find Dana for me because in their eyes I was a useless alien werewolf. But now that I had agreed to be Darren's slave, which means I'm partly his person, then his men would go and report the news.

My guess was accurate, and after a while, my cell was opened and the guard beckoned me out.

My cell was enclosed, but the other werewolves' cells had a view of the outside world, so more than one prisoner poked his head out and lustfully sized me up.

"Yo, this chick sure is good looking, no wonder Darren took a liking to her and wanted her as his slave."

"Slave? What slave, a s*x slave?"

"What's not to like about a s*x slave, although she didn't wash her body, but you can see that there is a hot figure, Darren can have some fun!"

"Oh, when she was caught in, hissing for the guards to let her go, I thought she was some crazy b***h, and did not look at her carefully, if I knew she was such a beauty, I'd have to go and enjoy herself in her cell!”

Those prisoners made me sick with their dirty talk.

I closed my eyes fiercely, and when I opened them again, I had adjusted my mind and followed the guards out with my head held high.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what I say. I just want to live. As long as you live, there is hope for everything.

Those disgusting words in my ears are getting farther and farther away from me, and I saw the outside world for the first time in a long time. The gap with the dimness of the cell was too large, I was stimulated to close my eyes, and it took me a long time to slow down.

"Aren't your bones quite hard? I didn't expect to succumb so quickly." The guard beside me sneered.

I could tell by the voice that it was the same guard who had cursed me the night before.

I do intend to do whatever it takes to survive, but that doesn't mean I'm just a piece of dough that can be kneaded at will by anyone.

I hooked up the corners of my mouth, although my voice was still hoarse, I kept my clarity and said, "Wasn't it brutal of you to give me the cold shoulder yesterday? Why don't you ignore what I say today?"

Because Darren gave the order to let me out when I was willing to be his slave, it was the Alpha's order and he dared not disobey it.

The guard squinted and did nothing to me, but sent me to the Wolf doctor.

"Here we are." He said viciously, shoving me in the process, "Get in, the Dana Wolf Doctor you're looking for."

I was momentarily unaware of this, plus I hadn't even eaten breakfast, and was already weak to the point where I stumbled on the bottom of my feet and saw that I was going to fall to the ground.

When I thought I was going to have a close encounter with the ground, I suddenly fell into a warm and soft embrace.

It was Dana.

Dana helped me stand up slowly, carefully avoiding my wounds, and only after making sure that there was nothing wrong with me did she breathe a sigh of relief and turn her head to ask the guard coldly.

"You should be clear that she is Darren's person, if something happens to her just now because of that push, are you confident that you can make Darren take the heat off?"

The guard hunched his neck, not daring to speak.

Dana led me into the room and slammed the door with a bang. She had been gentle in front of me before.

"Scared?" She asked me, concern in her eyes as she gently tended to my wounds.

"No. Thank you for being willing to help me out."

Unlike the dungeon, the sunlight outside was very poisonous, and it was probably quite painful to stand around for a while like that. But I had no sympathy for him. If it hadn't been for Dana catching me, I would have been badly injured. Such people deserve no sympathy.

"It is sad to see your wound, which shows no signs of getting better or worse." Dana frowned, and the heartache in her eyes moved me.

It hasn't been that long since my parents were killed, but I feel like it's been a long time since anyone cared about me.

"You need to be treated well." She chanted for a while and finally came to a conclusion.

I smiled bitterly, "How is a slave supposed to be treated well?"

Dana's hand snapped and she replied, "I don't care. I just care about the patient."