ESCAPE INTO MY LORD'S ARMS

Accusation

Chapter 2

Lia pov

“Ah!”

This sensation is utterly suffocating. Deep within, I feel as though I have been discarded. My soul has been crying out for assistance since my return from the pack house. I rested my head on the pillow, which was already dampened by my tears, my hands gripping it tightly.

Am I truly worthless? What is the purpose of being mated only to be rejected in an instant? I tossed and turned on the pillow until my eyes reluctantly fell upon the heels I had worn the previous night. With a sudden urgency, I swung my legs off the bed, hurling the pillow to the far side of the bed. In a fit of desperation, I retrieved it and threw it against my standing mirror, the sound of shattering glass resonating throughout the room.

“I despise you! I loathe you with every fiber of my being!” I growled in anguish, tears flowing freely as I felt a tempest within my chest, constricting my breath and making it difficult to inhale and exhale, a testament to the pain I was struggling to endure.

"Lia, you're disturbing the neighborhood; pray that the security doesn't evict you before nightfall," Kathy's voice echoed through the walls.

I could sense the malice in her tone, and despite having taken my mate, she still had the audacity to admonish me about the noise? In a rush, I approached the door, grasping the doorknob and swinging it open, only to hear loud, indistinct voices coming from downstairs.

I approached the door cautiously, placing my ear against it in an attempt to discern the events unfolding downstairs.

However, I could hear nothing. Quickly, I shifted my gaze around the room and noticed an empty coffee cup. I hurried to the table to retrieve it for myself, setting it down against the door, which caused a resonating echo throughout the space.

“She has slain the alpha.”

What?! This is crazy, I didn't even spend a single minute with him, how come I am labeled as a murderer?

“It is astonishing to think that someone like Lia would take such a drastic action against the alpha simply because he did not choose her as his mate. Several guards witnessed her departure from the alpha's chamber.”

“No one is permitted to leave the premises until the lycan designated to judge her arrives to carry out the proceedings, " one individual stated in a harsh tone that was both unwelcoming and filled with animosity.

It's said that the judgment of the lycan is brutal , unfriendly and inhuman, I can't stand to be reckoned to death.

Lia must confront the judgment. The conversation I overheard sent a chill down my spine, rendering me immobile. What? Me? Responsible for the alpha's death? That is utterly absurd; I could not even harm a fly.

I shook my head, my swollen, red-rimmed eyes beginning to overflow with fresh tears. No, Lia, you must escape; I cannot endure any humiliation from anyone. I contemplated the severe consequences of killing an alpha—imprisonment until the council determines your fate.

I stumbled backward, my hand instinctively reaching behind me as if to grasp something for support. This cannot be happening… I cannot be the one sent to a perilous dungeon without having committed a crime.

With that thought, I turned to my wardrobe, flinging it open and running my fingers along the hangers in search of something simple to wear, as I was still dressed in my evening gown. Unfortunately, I found nothing suitable. Why am I even looking for a dress? What I need to get myself out before the council finds me or the Lycan's judgment gets to me.

Within a few minutes, I had quietly made my way through the back door. My hand traced the walls, my eyes scanning the surroundings like a vigilant security officer, searching for an alternate escape route without being detected.

Fortunately, I managed to slip out, running without a backward glance until I reached the woods. Thoughts of the alpha's death kept creeping my heart. To say I was running without pause would be an understatement; I did not look back nor did I pay attention to the ground beneath me.

I faltered in my stride when a sharp branch dug into my skin, causing a sudden, intense pain in my ankle that halted my escape.

“Oh no! Not now,” I whispered, crouching down to assess the injury. Blood flowed from the wound, and I closed my eyes as the pain surged through me, instilling a deep sense of dread.

I faced my grim reality, dragging my foot along the ground. The situation was terrifying in its entirety. How could my mate die just a day after rejecting me? Am I cursed? I pondered as I struggled to pull my injured leg deeper into the woods. The bleeding continued, creating a trademark on the floor, my heart continued pounding with a sense of unease Washing over me.

“Oh my goodness!”

“What on earth happened to you?” I asked in a trembling voice, my hair disheveled from the branches and other obstacles. My gaze fell upon a lycan who was severely injured, he has a silver knife stabbed deep by his rips, it is used in weakening a lycan.

“Help me please… he stammered, his voice faltering as he sought help for my assistant, a sense of unease already settling within me. I approached his position on the ground, crouching beside him. Gently, I placed my hand over the injured area, closing my eyes and lifting my chin slightly.

A rush of adrenaline surged through my veins, creating a palpable connection between myself and the lycan who lay there in a vulnerable state. I was channeling an internal energy intended to facilitate his healing.

If I were to claim that I had the luxury of time to heal someone, it would be misleading, as I was still in a precarious situation, attempting to perform an act of kindness. He had already lost consciousness when my abilities began to work their magic on his body.

Within moments, the sound of his soft cough broke through the silence, a relief washing over me. Thank goodness he is awake, I thought, rising to depart, but then I sensed something. Something extraordinary, something familiar.

"Hey…"

"Who are you, and why did you assist me?" he inquired, struggling to open his eyes. I tightened my fist as I continued to drag my injured leg along the ground. I was acutely aware of what I was experiencing, during the healing process, I noticed a scar on his right arm which signifies a power lycan. It's supposed to be the lycan that has to judge my case.

This cannot be! A second chance mate? Another trap of eternity?

“You? You are the girl who deserves to be judged. “You murderer!” He declared, gesturing towards me.

I shook my head in denial. Within a few minutes, I had thoroughly scanned the areas from which I had fled for my life. I was accused of murdering my first mate, and now my second chance mate seeks to arrest me and subject me to judgment? My experiences with men have been nothing short of unpredictable.

The first hill I ascended nearly sent me tumbling down; I could sense his footsteps reverberating behind me.

His shout resonated through the open air. I ran until I could no longer feel my body. I feared the sun would strike me down if I dared to stop, as the guards from his pack were also in pursuit. I could hear the swift whoosh of arrows being loosed in my direction. As I attempted to navigate deeper into the woods, I miscalculated my step while running and, without warning, fell onto the open grass.

“Capture her before she escapes!” I heard the harsh voice call out from behind me. Yes, lycan, the entire army responded in unison.

I took to my heels, breathing heavily, as I made my way into the woods. Dim and scaring. I can't let him find me, I can't!

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“Restraining her is imperative; she is a murderer,” he declared in a stern voice, as my hands were bound tightly with a robust rope. I shot him a defiant look but remained silent.

As I began to drift off, I felt a sharp sting across my back, jolting me awake. The guard scanned the area and prepared to deliver another harsh blow, despite my ongoing struggle to recover from the previous one.

“Now speak! Did you kill the alpha of your pack? Answer me before the lycan takes over your case with his expertise.”

I muttered curses under my breath, wishing he could hear my words, but he remained oblivious, a true fool.

“Clear!” he bellowed, stepping over me as he made his way to the lycan on the balcony. In less than a moment, he returned, directing the guards with an air of authority. They introduced themselves, their eyes darting nervously and fingers snapping in agitation.

Oh dear moon goddess, I hope this does not lead to execution, I silently prayed, keeping my eyes fixed on them.

“I require her to be imprisoned.”

A wave of vulnerability washed over me as the lycan delivered his final verdict. My blood ran cold at the realization: I am to be imprisoned?

This lycan is the most merciless creature I have ever encountered. After saving his life, he dares to imprison me. He is devoid of compassion. I am his mate, yet he still has the audacity to confine me.

How did you manage to kill the alpha and escape with those small legs of yours?

“Do you have an accomplice, perhaps a malevolent werewolf like yourself, seeking to take control of the pack? Or were you simply envious that your sister was chosen while you were cast aside?”

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face, while the lycan maintained an impulsive expression. His gaze darted to the side, indicating his unwillingness to hear my pleas.

“Remove the murderer from my sight; I can hardly tolerate her presence.”

“I did not kill anyone; I was rejected. Yes, that is true. However, I am not a murderer. If I were, I would have killed you without a second thought,” I reminded him, but he merely scoffed. The guard seized me from the ground, dragging me away as I weakly gazed at the floor, his grip unyielding.

He hummed as if my weight were double what his physique suggested. Upon reaching a large gate, he paused, and the other guard, holding my right hand, released it before proceeding toward the prison gate.

"What have you done, young lady?" The words echoed in my mind as we passed prisoners who appeared to have emerged from the depths of hell. The question came from one of the inmates, and I could do nothing but lower my head, bracing myself for the impending descent into a filthy dungeon.

As I pondered my destiny, a hand forcefully propelled me into the dungeon, causing me to collapse onto my knees. I swallowed hard, as if quenching my thirst from a bottle of water.

As they began to depart, I called out softly, "Please, I require water; I am extremely thirsty."

“You will not be granted access to anyone until six o'clock, and it is currently three, so please remain calm and wait for the time to pass.”

I crawled on my knees toward the bars, attempting to grasp the iron, but I was unable to do so due to the menacing glare directed at me, as if I were a hardened criminal.

“It is fortunate that individuals like you are confined in jail without assistance, you poor murderer.”

“Perhaps I am not a murderer,” I murmured, at least it provides me with something to demonstrate that I am not merely a reckless girl without proof; if they would allow me, I could show them that I am not a killer.

“You have ample evidence to consider,” the large guard interjected, standing beside my cell. I inhaled deeply, reflecting on the rejection I had faced and the preparations I had made for a companion.

“What are these tears, Lia? You can only weep when death is at your doorstep; right now, you should find joy,” he taunted, tossing a small stick in my direction.

I merely shrugged.

Leaning my head against the wall, I surveyed my surroundings for an uncomfortable duration.

“Why are you behaving so coldly? Are you attempting to harm yourself?” The guard inquired, his eyes widening in shock as he observed me stab myself with the stick that had been thrown to me.

It is preferable for me to die than to remain in this dungeon. I long to rest my head in the

embrace of the moon goddess

The bitter truth is that I am mated to someone again after taking in a huge loss of my first chance mate.