Episode2
1169 Words
NANCY'S POV
David clutched his side, blood spilling through his fingers as he shoved me away. I moved back in shock, and the knife fell from my hand, making a sharp sound as it hit the floor.
I stared at him in shock, then back at the knife as the weight of what I just did crashed hard on me. I had just stabbed Alpha’s only son.
Oh Goddess, I was so dead!!
The sound of approaching footsteps pushed me out of my shocked state. I tried my best to move, but there was only so much I could do before they stormed the room.
Their eyes immediately locked on the scene: me, nearly naked and shaking, and David bleeding on the floor.
“You filthy w***e,” one of them spat, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me to my feet.
I let out a loud cry, clawing for his hands, but his grip only tightened. Slowly, I accepted defeat, and he dragged me out, my bare feet sliding over the cold tile.
The longer we walked, the stronger Alpha Peter's scent grew, although now it was beginning to smell like my death. His presence was a heated kernel waiting to burst.
The study doors were pushed open, and I was thrown inside, landing hard on my knees. I barely had time to cover myself when his voice cut through the silence.
“What happened?”
I knew that question wasn't for me, so I kept my gaze low, trembling as I knelt on the floor. Then came the sound of slow, uneven steps. David walked in from behind me, clutching his side, blood staining his white shirt.
“She stabbed me, Dad.” He yelled, his voice cracking. I didn’t have to look up to know Alpha Peter’s fury was massive. I could feel it, and I knew everyone in the room could too.
It was only a matter of time before he exploded.
His footsteps were slow, composed, each one echoing through the room like a countdown. A countdown to my f*****g death, so I sucked in a shaky breath.
This was it. I was finally going to die.
Images of my parents and brother flashed through my mind like some sort of cruel goodbye.
I bit my lips trying to breathe through my nose in hopes of calming myself, but it was of no use. I was shaking all over. I had barely lived, and now I was going to die. At least I was finally going to get some rest.
He reached me and grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging me up. I winced but stayed silent. I couldn't risk saying the wrong thing, not now.
“I let you live,” he muttered, his voice low and cold, “but it seems death was what you craved all this time. I'll finally grant it to you."
With that, he threw me to the floor like I was a rag doll. “Take her to the dungeon,” he ordered flatly. “And wait for my instructions.”
I screamed, begged, pleaded, but the guards just laughed, dragging me away like a heavy trash bag. Guards that once fought for my father. My voice echoed down the hallway, lost beneath their mocking laughter.
The dudgeon smelled moldy, so bad I could barely breathe. It was damp and dark, but at least it was better than the silver bar used to keep me in.
Those could melt our skin, and I had no hopes of an escape. I lay curled on the ground, too weak to move, my clothes torn and barely clinging to my skin.
I didn’t know how long I’d been here. There were no windows, no clocks either, just darkness, but with the hunger that chewed at my insides, it had to have been at least two days.
Footsteps echoed as they got closer. Normally, I would scramble away, but I could barely feel my own body. I heard the gate open, and a hand wrapped around my arm as they dragged me upward.
I kicked at one of the guards, biting the other to stop them from further harm. But more poured in, and they overpowered me quickly.
“Aww, you fight just like your father did,” David sneered as hot tears slid down my cheeks, and my body trembled. They were not from fear but from rage and helplessness.
“Well,” he said, voice venomous, “it’s time you joined him.”
Around me, the scent of blood and death clung to the walls. Wolves were usually torn apart or had their necks broken, but then David pulled out a syringe.
Alarms exploded in my mind, and I suddenly had the strength to fight.
No. Not wolfsbane.
It was the cruelest way to die. Like your insides were melting. It was such a slow yet painful way.
I screamed, struggled, begged, but he forced my head to the side, holding my neck still, and I felt the needle pierce my skin. It took a while, and before I knew it, everything burned.
A bloodcurdling scream left my lips, and I clawed at my skin, trying to bring out the wolfsbane, to stop it from burning. But nothing worked. The acid spread through every inch of me, devouring me from within.
Their laughter echoed in my ears as they walked away, leaving me to die alone.
Then it went dark.
On opening my eyes, something felt different. No, not off, different. I felt different. Stronger. Sharper. Unfamiliar energy flowed beneath my skin.
I slowly pushed myself off the floor, a groan leaving my lips from how sore I was. The guards outside my cell stared at me like I’d grown three heads. And I watched one stumble back, his face etched in disbelief.
My brow furrowed in confusion, and just as I was about to speak, my ear picked up a voice I knew all too well. David.
“Why isn’t she decaying? It’s been a day. She should be dead.” A click followed, making me freeze; he had a knife in one hand. Giving me a big smile, he stepped past the bars, locking them behind him.
My heart raced, and without thinking, I grabbed the silver bars, trying to pull them off the wall.
Pain seared into my palms as they melted my flesh, but I didn’t stop. Letting out a loud growl, I ripped them apart. The guard stood frozen in fear as I stepped through, smoke rising from my ruined hands.
I staggered out into the dimly lit hallway, turning to David, who had frozen in place, the silver dagger now on the floor.
Why the hell was everyone staring at me like that? Horrified, wide-eyed. I was their f*****g maid a few days ago.
Something was obviously weird. I turned about to run away when my eyes caught something that made even my heart stop. My hair....
It was white.
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