Give My Quadruplets Back, My Luna!

CHAPTER 3

The cell door banged open, jarring me from my thoughts. Heavy boots thudded against the cold stone floor, and my heart sank. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was―Derrick.

I had gotten so used to the sound of his dreadful steps.

“You!,” he spat, his face reddened with fury. “What the hell did you think you were doing?!”

I forced myself to meet his eyes. “I didn’t push her, Derrick. I swear…"

"Shut up!" he coldly snapped, cutting me off. "I don’t want to hear your lies, Junia! I saw her on the ground, bleeding because of you.”

“She did it herself!” My voice broke, desperate. “I was nowhere near her when she fell, Derrick. You have to believe me.”

But his face only twisted in disgust. He shook his head, stepping closer, towering over me. “Believe you? After everything you’ve done? You think I’d believe a word that comes out of your mouth?!” He spat bitterly, every word of his laced with hatred.

I flinched at the sharpness of his voice, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking even as my voice trembled, “Why are you defending her? She’s nothing to you. I’m your wife, Derrick. Your wife. Shouldn’t you be standing by my side?”

“Shouldn’t you at least try to believe me?” I demanded as tears welled up in my eyes, how could he not have a shred of consideration for me? 

For a moment, I thought I saw something flash in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came. He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You still want me to stand beside you when she has given me the one thing that my pack and I have been longing for?” Derrick scowled, “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Which man would want you? I’ve been patient enough to tolerate you but I won’t listen to your nonsense about Veronica!”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he sneered. “You’re barren. Useless. I should’ve never married you in the first place!”

Hearing his mother say that made the walls around my heart crack but now that he has pointed that out too, my heart bled from the pain.

Tears flooded my eyes as I looked up at him.  

“I have tried to win your heart, Derrick,” I whispered, the words barely audible through my sobs I could no longer bury. “But it was my mistake. I couldn’t realise you didn’t come into this world with one.”

Contempt crossed his face as he said, “You were indeed a mistake and I should have listened to my mother from the start. I’ve already moved on. And after tomorrow, I won’t have to deal with your nagging any longer.” 

A cold shiver ran down my spine, “W-what happens tomorrow?”

Derrick turned to the prison warden, who was standing just outside the cell. “Make sure she’s watched carefully. She’ll face trial in the Alpha Court tomorrow morning. The sentence will be death.”

I gasped, my heart dropping to the floor. “Derrick, please—no, you can’t do this! I didn’t—!”

“You can’t kill me because of her! The punishment is far greater than the accusation!” I cried. 

But he was already walking away, ignoring my pleas. The warden smirked as he closed the cell door behind him, the finality of the lock echoing in my ears. “Don’t worry, Luna,” he said mockingly, his eyes roaming over me in a way that made my skin crawl. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on you tonight.”

I shuddered, trying to bury my rising anxiety. Derrick was really going to kill me. No trial would save me; it was all for show. In the morning, I’d be executed, all because of Veronica’s lies. And now, I had to worry about the warden too.

I had to get out of here.

For hours, I sat in the cell, trying to think of a way—any way—to escape. I knew the warden would come back eventually, and when he did, I had to be ready. The only thing in the room that I could use as a weapon was a shard of a broken mirror lying in the corner. I had noticed it earlier, but now it was my only hope.

I waited until midnight came, and as expected, the warden returned. His eyes gleamed as he approached the bars of my cell.

“Sitting there all alone in the cold must be hard, why don’t I come in and warm that sexy body of yours?” he asked, his grin making my stomach turn.

I forced myself to smile, to act the part as I feigned a shiver, wrapping my arms around my body.

“I was waiting for you to be the shoulder I would lay my legs on,” I whispered, slightly leaning back in a sensual way to lure him in. 

The warden’s grin widened as he unlocked the cell door, stepping inside. He didn’t notice the mirror shard in my hand as he came closer. 

“I knew you’d come around,” he muttered, his breath hot against my face as he reached for me. “I’m going to make you feel so much better than that alpha. He doesn’t deserve a pretty good girl like you.” 

In one swift motion, I plunged the shard into his side, twisting it hard. He screamed, clutching at the wound as blood poured between his fingers. I didn’t waste a second. I shoved him aside and locked the cage before bolting for the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Help! She’s escaping!” the warden’s voice echoed down the halls as I ran.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The other guards would be after me any second. I raced down the narrow corridors, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor. I could hear the shouts of the guards behind me, their footsteps closing in fast. But I kept running.

Finally, I burst through the doors of the pack house and into the freezing cold night. I didn’t even look back. I had to get out of the territory—had to get as far away from Derrick and his men as possible.

The cold air hit my skin like a knife as I raced outside―the heat of the warden’s breath still burning on my neck, the scent of his sweat lingering like a foul memory.

I ran until my lungs burned, my legs wobbling with exhaustion. I crossed the boundary of the pack’s territory, the guards still on my heels. But just as I feared they would catch me, they stopped.

I glanced over my shoulder, confused. Why weren’t they following me?

“She’s crossed into the Lycans’ territory,” one of the guards muttered, his voice filled with dread.

Another guard scoffed. “She’s as good as dead now.”

My heart sank. Lycans? I had heard stories about them—how ruthless they were, how anyone who trespassed into their lands never made it out alive. But I had no choice. I had to keep moving. If the guards weren’t going to chase me, then maybe I still had a chance.

I stumbled forward, my vision starting to blur. My body felt heavy, every limb like lead. I could barely stay upright as I pushed through the trees. But then, out of nowhere, I heard voices.

Someone shouted, “HEY!” 

“Who are you?” one of them demanded. “Why have you entered our territory?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t think. All I could feel was the overwhelming fatigue pulling me down.

“She’s not answering,” another voice growled. 

Panic seized my heart hearing those words, but I could barely stand. The voices grew distant, blurred by my exhaustion. The last thing I heard before I fainted was a voice cold and sharp.

“Let’s kill her.”