FATED TO THE ALPHA BEAST

ESCAPE MISSION

Flora's POV

As the door opened then a guard came in with a tray containing some food.

It was too suspicious. Why will they serve a prisoner such as my self something to eat. I was sure Dominick had something to do about this. He dropped the tray at my front and left immediately.

I was unsure of what to do, I sensed a trap. I thought it could be poison so I fed a sample of it to a rat living in the walls of the cell. So nothing happened to it, but I was still hesitant. That was when my stomach let out a cry that even scared the rat away, the hunger was unbearable.

So I began to rush the food, until the plate was empty.

The hours dragged by in suffocating silence. I sat on the cold stone floor, my back pressed against the damp wall, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of the amulet.

Dominick's words still echoed in my mind.

"You’ll need it."

What did he mean? Why hadn’t he just killed me? Why did he care about this amulet? I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. Thinking wouldn’t get me out of here. I needed to act. I glanced around the dark cell. No windows, One door, A flickering bulb overhead.

I could hear faint murmurs beyond the door—guards.I had escaped worse situations before.I could escape this one too.I had to.No one was coming to save me. No one ever did. Slowly, I tested my bindings. The ropes around my wrists had loosened slightly—not much, but enough.

I twisted my wrists, biting my lip as the rough fibers burned against my skin. Come on… A sharp snap—then relief. My hands were free. I didn’t waste time. I bolted toward the door, pressing my ear against the cold metal.

Two voices. One deeper than the other.“She’s just a street thief,” the first voice grumbled. “Why’s the boss keeping her alive?” The second guard scoffed. “It’s not about her. It’s about that damn amulet.”

" But then why did he tell us to give her something to eat " the first guard asked. " Beats me " the second guard replied.

I stiffened. They knew something. But now wasn’t the time to eavesdrop. I reached down, pulling a small pin from the hem of my tattered sleeve—one of my hidden tricks.

My hands were steady as I inserted it into the lock, twisting carefully.A soft click.Got it. I pushed the door open just enough to peek through. The two guards stood a few feet away, talking in hushed voices. Their weapons—two long knives—were strapped to their belts.

I could take them, no sound, no hesitation. I took a breath—then moved. I stepped out swiftly, grabbing the first guard by the collar and slamming his head against the wall. He crumpled instantly. The second guard turned, eyes widening, but I was faster. I grabbed his knife, twisting it from his grip before shoving my elbow into his gut. He doubled over, gasping. Before he could recover, I swung the handle of the knife against his temple.

Thud.He collapsed.Silent, quick, efficient.

"Next time you should think about feeding your prisoners" I said. I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed one of their coats, throwing it over myself before slipping out into the dimly lit hallway.I was free.

But I wasn’t safe.Not yet.The underground corridors twisted like a maze.Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting eerie shadows. I moved swiftly, my heart pounding in my chest.

I needed to find a way out.Then—voices. I ducked behind a stack of crates, holding my breath as two men walked past. “…The boss said to keep an eye on her. He thinks she might be important.”

Important? I clenched my fists.I was nothing to them. Just a thief. Right? I shook the thought away and moved in the opposite direction, following the scent of fresh air.

A door.I pushed it open slightly, peering outside.I was almost out.The air was thick with tension as I moved through the darkness, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. My body ached from the struggle, but I had no time to dwell on the pain.

The night sky stretched overhead, stars blinking against the dark horizon. I was free.Or so I thought.I had run far from the prison, using the cover of night to disappear into the alleys. The adrenaline still coursed through my veins, keeping me on high alert.

Every shadow felt like a threat. Every rustling sound sent a chill down my spine. But I kept moving. I had lived in the streets before—I knew how to disappear. I just needed to make it to the abandoned tunnels beneath the city. Once there, I could vanish completely.

But something was wrong.A sense of insecurity crawled up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand. It felt as though… I was being watched. I picked up my pace, my fingers tightening around the amulet beneath my torn shirt. The city lights flickered ahead, offering a sliver of hope. If I could just—

A shadow moved.Then another.I froze.Slowly, I turned my head.A dark alley stretched beside me, the moonlight barely touching its depths. But I knew what I saw.I wasn’t alone. A low growl echoed through the silence. From the shadows, figures emerged.

Their silver eyes gleamed in the darkness, their sharp fangs bared in amusement. Werewolves. But they weren’t Dominick’s men. No—these wolves carried a different scent, one that reeked of something… unnatural. Their leader stepped forward, a wicked smirk curling his lips.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “After all these years, we finally found you.”Found me?My body tensed. I had no idea who they were, but one thing was clear—they weren’t here to talk. The leader’s eyes flickered to my amulet, and his smirk widened. “That belongs to us,” he sneered. “Hand it over, and maybe we’ll let you live.”

I took a step back, my heart hammering. No. I wouldn’t let them take it. My mother died protecting this amulet. I wasn’t going to give it up. So I ran. Or at least, I tried.

The moment I moved, the first werewolf launched his self at me.I barely dodged, twisting to the side, but another was already there. Another one behind me, attacked me.

Thud.

—I gasped, stumbling back.

I fought back, landing a solid punch on one of them, but it didn’t even faze him.I was too slow. Too weak. I was only human. It was a fight for Survival. They surrounded me. I fought with everything I had—dodging, striking, using whatever street-fighting skills I had learned over the years.

But it wasn’t enough. One of them knocked me off my feet again. I hit the ground hard, gasping as pain shot through my side. My vision blurred. My strength was fading.

This was it.The leader stood over me, lifting his clawed hand. "Don't worry, you are still needed alive." with a smirk on his face. About to lay the final blow to knock me out.

I squeezed my eyes shut—bracing for the fatal blow. Then— The air shifted. A pressure so immense that it made my lungs seize. The werewolf leader froze, his entire body locking up. His men stiffened, trembling. The once confident smirks vanished, replaced by wide-eyed fear.

The atmosphere became dense. Heavy. It was like gravity just got stronger.Then-- From the roof tops. A figure emerged from the darkness.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His mere presence commanded the air.

Power radiated off him in waves, suffocating and undeniable.The werewolves shrank back.One of them let out a strangled gasp. “…It can’t be…” The leader’s eyes flickered with fear. He took a step back. Then another.

But the moment he turned to flee, the figure spoke. One single word. “Kneel.” The command slammed into the air with invisible force. The werewolves collapsed onto their knees, their bodies trembling.I couldn’t move.

My breath hitched as the moonlight finally revealed his face.I knew that voice.I knew who he was. But why was he here? And more importantly— What's going to happen to me?

The next thing I knew I started to feel dizzy, the dizziness which I thought was just weakness due to fatigue, unaware that it was something more than that, that was when it hit me.

"The food---"

Just as when everything started to get blurry, I was able catch sight of something, it was faont but i was sure.

A smirk.