The Alpha's Prisoner

Attempting Escape

Tyson

Tyson circled the corner down the last stretch of the staircase and was suddenly hit with the familiar scent. His mate. His wolf stopped still inside him; it had been pacing impatiently trying to return to its mate while his father had been barking down at him. He quickly paced to the large cell he had placed her in and froze instantly when it came into view.

Her beautiful golden hair was splayed messily over the hard-stone floor, her delicate arms and legs were limp and pale. She was as still as a corpse. Tyson’s breath hitched as he ran toward her, quickly unlocking her cell and scooping her limp body into his warm embrace.

He tried to calm his breathing and racing heart as he lowered his head toward her chest trying to sense for hers. Seconds past and it felt like hours as he cursed at his inability to think straight. Then he heard it. Her heartbeat was strong, but her breathing was very shallow. He released a quick sigh of relief before charging back up the spiral stairs. She needed medical attention, now.

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Sarah

I woke up, dazed. My head swimming and my memories clouded as I began to feel a sense of deja vu. I had been slipping in and out of sleep for a while, but I had no idea of how long time had passed.

The room was familiar from all the times I had briefly awoken, but before I had not been strong enough to communicate to the shadows that had danced above my bed. They were gone now but the equipment of their visits had remained. Bottles of strange liquids and small brown pouches were laid out beside the bed in which I had been resting. Medical tools that were placed in-between the vials, I had recognized from when I had begun studying as a doctor before my father had died.

The vials and pouches confused me though. It reminded me of the stories my father would tell me of witches, vampires and werewolves; great battles and mystical worlds. I knew many people still believed in old magic and their herbal remedies, but my father had always been quick to assure me it didn’t exist.

I slowly placed myself up onto my elbows, my head pain receding quickly as I gained more grips on my reality. I surveyed my surroundings carefully as I realized I had been moved from the dungeon that had imprisoned me earlier. I tried recalling the memories I had from my brief wakes of consciousness but nothing the shadows said had given me any indication to where I was and who my captor is.

I swung my feet onto the soft carpeted floor, pushing one of the large metal tray tables out of my path. I was careful to not make a sound as I quickly stood and made my way to the dark wooden door. I felt strong as my hand went to the cool brass handle. Readying to fight whatever may be on the other side I steadied my breathing. With one large movement, I twisted hard on the door and swung my arm back with all the force I had in me, lunging forward to surprise whoever may be on the other side.

OUCH

I fell backwards holding my head.

The door was locked from the other side. With the force of pulling my arm back, I had sent myself headfirst into the solid door.

Wow, I am such an i***t.

Rubbing my head, I got up. No sound came from the other side. There mustn’t be anyone behind it. Good. I quickly turned around. Whatever had been done to fix my head was doing wonders, I hadn’t any dizziness or pain, well except for the new injury but it too was only dull.

I quickly made my way to the tables of medical equipment and herbs, searching for any equipment that could aid in my escape. There was no keyhole on this side of the door, and it couldn’t be a simple latch on the other side as there was no give when I had tried to force my way through it. There must be a deadbolt then, too strong and sturdy to break through and it would be impossible to pick-lock from this side. I guess the door won’t be my point of exit.

My attention turned to the large window. It bathed the room with the warm orange glow of the setting sun.

Sunset? How long have I been here then? It must have been at least a day, maybe longer. I need to get back to my family right away, there were only enough scraps left in the cottage for a small breakfast. They’ll starve without me.

With fear engulfing me I hurried toward the window with a new sense of urgency. The glass was very thick, and there was no latch for it to open. I brought my attention to the frame surrounding it. It ever so slightly spread across the wall of the room. The small gaps where the bricks met the frame sparked plans to form in my head. I could force out the frame and the glass with it.

I spun around to the table behind me. A few of the bottles looked sturdy enough to use as a hammer. I grabbed the largest and headed toward the cupboard. Nothing. The next cupboard. Nothing again. I flung the bathroom door open wide and froze.

Wild electric blue eyes stared back at me; frizzy golden hair plastered to a pale shocked face. I hadn’t seen my reflection in years, and I was surprised to see the woman standing before me. I was petite, and very feminine, with soft curves protruding through the thin fabric of my clothes. I was a bit disappointed at how slender I looked. I had always envisioned myself a more intimidating physique.

I shook my head trying to re-focus on my task ahead. I scanned the bathroom. The showers had thick metal sliding frames enclosing the large draining area. Metal frames would be good to shove into the gap between the window frame and wall, but these were too big.

I peered under the sink, nothing but bulky copper pipes and flimsy wooden shelves. I stood up my eyes travelling the mirror ones more.

There. The mirror was lined with a thin steel frame.

The bottle still in my hand I smashed it down onto the mirror, glass spraying outward and across the pristine bathroom floor. I stopped to listen carefully for any sound outside.

Nothing again.

I carefully grabbed a part of the frame, removing the sharp glass that held it to the other sides.

Running toward the window I jammed the steel frame into one of the small gaps and started pounding the other end with the heavy bottle. The window frame slowly began to inch forward. I quickly moved to the top of the frame, moving in a clockwise motion, slowly edging each side of the window frame away from the wall.

I could hear hurried footsteps moving closer on the other side of the door. I needed to move fast.

With one last hit, the glass and frame came crashing down onto the soft bedroom floor and I quickly climbed onto the open sill, preparing myself to jump.

The door burst open. I turned quickly, losing my balance on the ledge, feeling myself slowly falling backwards.

Charging through the door was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His dark hair was cut short, his beautifully defined face was masked in worry as he reached out to stop my descent. His skin was a warm tan with strong, lean, protruding muscles that rippled as he lunged toward me. Instinctively I reached out toward him as I felt the empty air under my feet start to hurtle me towards the ground.