Abandoned But Desired By The Lycan Princes

Chapter 5

Odessa's POV

Sons of skanks.

I whispered the words under my breath while staring through the small window at the setting sun. This damn room had kept me locked up for almost a whole day, but I had no plans to stay any longer. They were wrong to leave me free because they thought I wouldn't be brave enough to run. After getting out of one cage, I wasn't going to let them put me in another one.

As I waited for night to come, I laid back on the bed and slowly let out my breath. That's my time. I was lucky that the room they locked me in was on the first floor. I didn't know why, but I thought it was probably a bedroom used by people close to the pack. These rooms were new to me and had never been let in before. Blackwood Claw Pack was known for keeping things hidden, and its leadership was a stronghold of cruelty and power that could not be broken. And their leader, Mike, was the cruelest of them all.

When I thought about him, I got a chill. The way he looked at me earlier, with his face as hard to read as ever, made my stomach tighten with worry. People thought that Mike was full of blood and fear. I wasn't brave enough to openly challenge him because he had so much power. But why stay here? Ready to go along with what they planned to do to me? That wasn't an option.

They believed I was too scared to run. That's the reason they didn't tie me up. That's why they put me in a room with a window. They thought I was too scared to go against Mike's orders and would just sit here and accept what would happen.

I tried to keep my breathing steady as I swallowed the lump of fear that was rising in my throat. It wasn't going to happen that they used me as a bargaining chip and sold me. The thought of it made my blood boil.

My nails dug into my hands because I clenched my fists so hard. Still, I couldn't believe Dave did that to me. I never really trusted him, but I didn't think he would hurt me this much. We didn't end things on the best of terms, but this? This was even better than I thought it would be. He was ready to throw me to another alpha like I was nothing.

"Who the f**k are these people?" With a shake of my head, I whispered to myself.

They were gone, and even worse, I wasn't known to myself. I would have been scared as a girl. It's what she would have done to beg, cry, and wait for someone to save her. That girl was gone, though. I had to do this myself if I wanted to stay alive.

My mind was going fast as I looked around the room. I had to leave, but I couldn't just run through the streets while smelling like myself. They would quickly find me. I had to cover up my smell.

I looked over and saw the closet.

My heart was beating fast as I rushed over and threw open the doors. I found what I was looking for inside: clothes that smelled like another shifter. It was clear that they were made for men at least twice my size, but I didn't care. That was the point. It would cover my smell better if it was stronger.

I quickly took off my clothes and threw them on the floor. I didn't pay attention to how cold the air felt against my skin. I grabbed a plaid shirt and jeans and pulled them on, making sure the pants wouldn't slip off by tightening the belt. Then I took off my sweater and rubbed it against my hands, neck, face, and even my hair.

The smell was so strong that I almost choked. It was gross and uncomfortable, but it had to be done.

After smelling the strange smell all the way through, I went to the window. It took a lot of care as I slowly opened it. The cool, crisp night air rushed in, bringing the sounds of the town going to sleep in the distance. My stomach got tight. That was it.

Take a big breath. After that, I got out.

I softly landed on my feet and knelt down to look around. It was quiet on the streets; only the flash of a streetlight broke up the darkness from time to time. I didn't want to run, but I had to walk because I knew that moving would let them smell me and lead them right to me.

I had to be smart about this.

I moved slowly through the streets, staying in the dark. My room was the first place I went. There was money, ID, and other things I would need to leave for good. But my heart sank when I got to my door.

It was open.

It smelled like Dave all over.

I didn't have to look at the harm to know he was here. His anger was so strong that I could feel it in the air. It didn't matter, though. It wasn't home anymore in this place. I didn't come to stay; I came to leave.

When I got inside, I went right to my stash. The vent above the stove had never worked, so it was a great place to hide. I reached up and took out the plastic bag that had my ID and cash in it. When I saw that it wasn't touched, I felt a rush of relief. Dave may have wanted to scare me, but he hadn't figured out what was most important.

I put the bag in my backpack, got some clothes, and then turned around to leave.

I didn't check out the area. It wasn't goodbye. I didn't care about this place anymore.

When I got outside, I walked quickly, kept my head down, and stayed away from the main roads. There was a bus stop in the next town over. That was my way out. My legs hurt and my lungs hurt as I pushed forward. When I got there, I was so tired that I couldn't stop, but I did. I bought a ticket, got on the bus, and squished myself into the back seat.

As the bus left the stop, I kept my eyes on the window, looking for Mike's men, Dave, or anyone else who might be looking for me.

Nothing.

I let out a breath for the first time in hours.

Still, I wasn't safe yet.

Before I could even think about slowing down, I had to change buses four times. I stopped at a thrift store on the way and bought more clothes with new smells and styles. Every stop, change of clothes, and extra safety measure was just a step away.