UnDYING Love

Chapter 5

Inima's POV Continues

I lay in the hay of the dungeon, crying bitterly.

‘However did my life come to this?’ I thought.

‘What happened?’

‘Why did Styr all of a sudden become a monster?’

I needed explanations, I needed answers. I stuck to our deal, but not only did he fail to fulfill his promise to me, he turned on me, and now I was a prisoner on the day I was to be Alpha.

My powdered blue dress was now nothing but a reflection of dust and dirt.

I had my face buried in my arms, as I laid on the floor, and cried myself to sleep.

“Inima,” I heard an unfamiliar voice call me, but it sounded so distant.

“Inima,” he called again.

I lifted my head to realize that not only was his voice unfamiliar, so was his face.

“You have to leave now!” He said, opening the dungeon cell.

“I'm not going to run away from the mess I created,” I said.

I needed to be brave. I didn't want to imagine how disappointed my father was in me.

“You're not ready to fight back,” the kind stranger said.

“Leave! Now!” He ordered. “Take the royal emergency exit,” he said.

I was shocked to hear a stranger talk about the royal emergency exit. It was a path my grandfather created to get the Alpha's family out of the pack house, if ever the packhouse got attacked, and only the royal family knew about it.

The stranger hurried me out of the dungeon and led me to the royal exit, out of the pack house.

I couldn't run away, I took baby steps, constantly looking back.

‘What have you done, Inima?’ I lamented.

I was only a few miles away from the pack house, when the emergency alarm broke. They had noticed my absence.

I ran to a safe place to hide, since I couldn't cover a good distance, the way I was dressed.

I remained in hiding until almost sunrise, when I noticed the men returning to the pack house.

Coming out of hiding, I was starving and tired. I walked on the path I was already located on, leading to the dark forest.

‘I don't want to do this,’ I thought, subtly choosing death.

I fell a couple of times on the path, my last fall being the very spot Styr and I met.

“You wouldn't last two seconds on that path,” I remembered his words, which at the time, I believed came from a place of care.

I walked right into the path, willing to die.

My death quest was going well, as according to Sytr's prediction, it didn't take two seconds, before an arrow was buried in my arm.

I couldn't groan in pain, all I had was streams of tears flowing from my eyes, down my cheeks.

Another flew right into my stomach, and had me on the floor, bleeding out slowly, in anticipation of my death.

I was living my last days in the pain of the betrayal by my mate, and the disappointment I threw in my father's face, even in death.

‘We can't go down like this, Inima,’ Zoe said. She was the only thing left alive of me.

‘We have to fight,’ she said, ‘We’ve come this far. He has to pay!’ her display of anger did not stop.

I lay there, still and gradually losing my hold on life, my vision gradually blurring out.

“What is… Oh, goodness,” I heard a soft but firm voice.

He pulled me out of the dangerous path to the safe spot.

Although I was gradually losing consciousness, I noticed his light-skinned face with brown hair, packed in a bun.

I caught a glimpse of his hazel eyes and pointed nose on his straight face, having a defined jawline.

“Who are you?” I put together all that was left of me to question him.

“That is irrelevant,” he said, “how did you get yourself here?” He pulled out the arrow from my arm.

I was already dizzy, having lost a lot of blood.

“Irrelevant,” I spoke like a drunk.

“Let me be!” I protested, “Leave me to die!”

“If you want to die, Princess, this is no way to do it,” he said.

Calling me Princess only intensified the aching of my heart, as he reminded me of Styr.

“You traitor!” I said.

“Sydan,” he said,

“My name is Sydan,”

“Now, let me help you,” he picked me from the floor, holding me in his muscular arms, with my head on his broad chest.

His touch felt tender, especially since he had me like a baby.

I felt a strong smell from him, the kind that triggered my wolf, but I wasn't quite sure what it meant.

“Mate! Mate!” Zoe yelled.

‘A second chance, mate? Was this a joke?’

‘Had I not been through a lot already?’

‘On the verge of death?’

“Sydan,” I muttered my last words.