Ace Of Alpha

Chapter 2 (Captured)

Chapter 2 (Captured)

EVIARAH

I woke up as soon as I heard the water that splashes around. I asked myself where am I and then I looked around, only to see myself on the river, soaking wet and my leg is hurting. I looked at it and I remembered what happened last night. I remember the pack of hungry wolves that attacked me and then me falling from the cliff and I ended up here. I squinted my eyes when a ray of light entered it, making it difficult for me to see where can I escape. Even my body is exhasted from the events yesterday. I tried to get up and hissed when I felt my leg hurt so much. That damn wolf really had it’s fangs buried deep on my flesh! I crawled towards the river bank. Curse those wolves! I bet my blood was tasty. I reached my ribbon that was tied on my head and I used it to bind my wounded leg. I once again looked around att this unfamiliar place. I think I have gone deeper in the forest and I’m sure as hell that I can’t go back.

Well, not that I want to because the Police are still searching for me, trying to frame me for the crime I did not commit. I look for any escape route but all I see is the clliff and the river. I started to follow where the river flows. Hours passed and I ended up in a clearing. It is something like a place… a sanctuary of some sort. There are trees that are aligned around, creating an illusion of a wall or barricade. Bushes are neatly trimmed as well as the grasses. I wonder if someone lives here. And I was convinced that it is when I saw from a futher distance that there were houses. This place is a community – a hidden one. I think I can ask for help in here.

I decided to move towards that place. Even when I am feeling really weak and my wound is starting to bleed again. But before I stepped in the wooden bridge to cross the water, I heard some noises and I am sure that someone is coming to my direction. I frantically searched for the source and I was so wrong when I thought it is just one. I guess there are about ten people who are charging to my direction. They all look like they are waginng war and they can kill me in a snap. I closed my palm and fisted it tightly. I was trying to calm myself down and I screamed when I felt a strong force that pulled my hair.

I feel my scalp is burning in so much pain and it made me whimper. I saw that it was a woman. She has green eyes that dangerously glistens under the sun’s rays. Her clay colored hair was braided and she has a steely hand. I was at verge of crying when she talked.

“What are you doing here? Who sent you?” she asked in a low voice. Her grip tightened more and I can feel that any minute from now, my scalp will get ripped.

“What are you talking about? Ahh! I came here to… to get some help. I’m lost,” I said. She let go of my hair but then two of the males here held my arms and they exchanged glances and nods before they dragged me towards their place. I can feel my bones are about to be pulled away from its tight attachment on my joints – and it hurts like hell.

I tried to squirm and fight but this men is just too strong for me to break off. I kicked and moved around but it only brought pain in me. I cried again when a strong slap hit my face. I can smell rust in my mouth and sooner, I tasted blood on it’s edge. I glared at the female who did that to me. if looks can kill then she’s be surely buried six feet under the ground right now. They dragged me towards the small house made of concrete and bricks. It only has a door and a single fluorescent lamp was illuminating the place. It was dark without it. there were only about three inches slit on the borders of the wall and the roof and was guarded by metals in order to make sure that no one will escape from this closed room. The men shoved me to the floor and it slightly grazed my skin again. I almost felt like blacking out when my wound hit the floor hard. I bit my lips not to make a cry.

Then I heard shuffling sounds inside but I cared less. My body already feels like giving up on me. I never knew that in attempt to ask for help, I just made myself served to death in a silver platter. I felt myself being lifted up in the arms and then I saw that they were the same men who dragged me here. They settled me on a chair. I am too weak to fight or resist anymore. I just let them do what they want. I mean no harm at them and I want them to see that. The female tied both my hands and my feet on the very same chair and then she used a chain to tie my body around it too. For sure, I can’t get out of here. What a luck I have. She dragged a chair and placed it in front of me then she nodded before she left. Another unknown man entered the secluded place. He closed the door behind him and he sat on the chair. His strong aura radiates inside but it never made me cower tho. I am confident that he will not do anything to hurt me and I don’t know why is that.

“I am asking you, why are you here?” I snapped bac to reality because of his question. His eyes never left mine. I sighed then in a small voice, I answered him the very same answer that I told the lady earlier.

“No one sent you? From what pack did you came from?”

“I swear in the lives of my dead parents no one sent me here. Why don’t you believe me? and what pack are yoju talking about? I came from the town, I tried to escape from the Police.”

“You’re a criminal,” accused he. All my blood seems to boil deep down and they are now rising to my head. My calmness and cool faded in an instant.

“Watch your words. I am no criminal. I am wrongly accused. No child will ever dare to kill their loving parents that they protected and loved for such a long time. You don’t know a thing and you accusing me like those authorities down there makes me want to lash out on you,” I said in a low voice against my gritted teeth. I saw a flash of emotion crossed his eyes but I can’t name it because as soon as it crossed, he concealed it.

“I came here to ask for help but then you treated me like I am some sort of an invader. Just let me go and I think I will just need to look for someone else.”

“No can do. You are a rogue. You are our captive now. Wait for three days more. Our Alpha is not around,” said he and he stood up from his chair.

“I can’t possibly wait for whoever your fvcking Alpha is! I need to feed myself. My wounds are not healing, any infection will be the death of me.”

His eyes darted on me. It was clearly waging war. He looks like he can shred me to pieces just by bad mouthing their leader but I care less of that now. I need to stay alive. The issue here is not about respect clearly. He went to my side and gripped my lower jaw painfully. I even closed my eyes when I saw how bloody his eyes have become.

“You have no right to say bad things about the Alpha. Say that again and you’ll end up dead. You must be looking for it,” he said whilst trying to spit every word out of his gritted teeth. He released my jaw and went towards the door. I closed my eyes and sighed in exhaustion. What a life I’ve got! Fate has been cruel on me isn’t it?

It made me a criminal down there. A pack of wolves inflicted me a wound that is still not healing and then it lead me to this place where I was being held captive for being accused as a rogue. I know that they are werewolves. I just realized it the moment I was interrogated. The man in authority I know, was the Gamma of this pack and those who captured me in the bridge were warriors. Now I have to wait for three more hell days before I will be sentenced. Ah! I know that death awaits me. Is this my fate already? Because if it is, I just want to die now.

My mind travelled back to my old home. Are my parents been given a proper burial? Although they are my adoptive parents but I loved them like they were my true parents. I never had a chance to know my biological parents. They said that I was left on their doorstep with a note that I was in need of care and hiding. There was blood on the paper and my Mom told me that clearly, whoever placed me in front if their house was bleeding. I guess my parents died already. It is sad tho but I can’t undo everything in the past.

“I wish those damn policemen made a move to bury their bodies in the cemetery,” I mumbled softly. My tears started to fall from my eyes as I felt immense sadness from within. They were killed brutally and they don’t deserve that. They showed me nothing but love and care and thus, that should be reciprocated. I can’t do that anymore, not when I am imprissoned in some unknown place. I looked around and I saw how lonely this small space is. Aside from this chair in the middle and the flourescent above me. There is nothing to see. The walls are made of concrete and I saw the signs of cobwebs in the corner. This place is also not being taken care of just by the thickness of dust everywhere.

I tried to wriggle my wrist so that I will be released from this bind and I regretted it since it only tightened the bind. It was painful. The tie was digging my flesh and I felt that my wrists are starting to bleed. It did the same on my ankles. The female warrior used the same rope to bind me so when I moved my arms or legs, it tightens. I cried as I lose hope. I regretted coming here. Why am I being tormented painfully like this. I felt the bile taste rising up from my stomach but I held it down. I felt my stomach grumble as a sign that no food has ever came there. I felt my throat dry so much, I need water but they did not even gave me a drop.

My trust on everything is slowly fading away. This pent up feelings of anger, sadness and agony inside me created the overwhelming thought of isolating myself away from others. Not trusting anyone means no harm will come to my way. I will do all that I can do to make sure that I will be alive still – like I promised to my now dead foster parents. I summoned all my remaining will power and I tried once again. I tried to free myself in this pathetic situation but I only ended up failing. As all my trust faded away so is my consciousness. It slips away from my grasp until all I knew was black.