The Betrayed Ex-Alpha

Chapter 2

Shattered Promises

Lyn’s POV

The air in the dungeon was cold and merciless. It crept to my skin, making it hard to breathe.

The walls only made it harder; they felt like they were closing in on me. The silence was heavy, with sounds made only by the slow drip of water.

I was still wearing my wedding dress, but it didn’t even look like one anymore. It was torn and dirty, covered in blood and dirt.

I sat on the cold floor, holding both of my knees, looking at the tiny window that was high up on the wall.

A little bit of moonlight came through, reminding me that the outside world still existed.

I started hearing footsteps getting closer. They stopped outside the big wooden door. My heart began to beat fast as the door opened with a loud noise.

It was her—Sarah. She was not my maid anymore. Now, she was Ralph’s wife.

Her dress was shining very well even in the dull light, making my dirty rags look even worse. She walked in with a wicked smile that made me feel sick.

"Well, well," she said, her voice full of nothing but mockery. "Look how low you’ve fallen."

I forced myself to look at her, even though it hurt. "What do you want, Sarah?" My voice was weak from crying.

She laughed, a cold, wicked laugh. "I just wanted to see how you’re doing. Not great, from what I can see.

You were almost Ralph’s wife, and now you’re here." She held one of her hands at the miserable cell.

I folded my fists. The shackles that I was bound to bit into my skin. "You betrayed me," I said, my voice shaking. "You lied to him."

Her evil smirk grew even more. She came closer to me, her eyes shining. "Oh, Lyn, you still don’t get it.

Ralph didn’t need me to lie. He saw the truth himself. You’re weak and useless. That is why he chose me."

Her words hurt, but I told myself I would not let her see it. I looked back at her, my jaw tight.

She stood up straight, brushing her gown as if she were removing dirt. "Ralph hasn’t decided what to do with you yet,"

she said. "But don’t get too comfortable. You will be kept alive... for now."

She laughed wickedly as she left, shutting the door behind her. The sound of her shutting the door echoed in the small cell.

I could not hold back my tears. I cried quietly, my body shaking, but deep inside, a little part of me refused to give up. This would not be my end.

Days passed, though I didn’t know how much. The moonlight that came from the window was the only thing that reminded me there was still a world outside.

One night, I heard footsteps again. The door opened quietly, but this time, it wasn’t Sarah.

"Lyn," someone whispered.

I looked up, my already closed eyes trying to see who it was in the faint light. It was Beta Briony, my father’s loyal friend and second-in-command.

"Briony?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Why are you here?"

He knelt beside me and brought something from his coat. It was a silver bracelet, shining extremely well in the dull light. He held it up for me to look at.

"This belonged to your parents," he said. "It will help you learn the truth about their deaths."

My hands trembled as I took it. "Why are you helping me? If Ralph finds out—"

"I owe your parents my life," he said in a serious tone. "I won’t let their daughter be destroyed by anyone."

But then suddenly, we heard shouts. Briony’s face turned serious. He pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked my chains.

"They’ve found out that I am here," he said quickly. "There’s a hidden passage at the end of this hall. It leads outside. You have to go."

"No!" I said, crying. "Come with me!"

"There’s no time," he said, pushing me toward the door. "I will distract them. Go, you need to survive."

Tears ran down my cheeks, but I knew he was right. Holding the bracelet tightly, I ran. Behind me, I could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps rushing in.

The secret tunnel led to a forest. The cold night air stung, and the branches scratched at me as I ran. My bare feet hurt, and my dress got caught on everything. All I could do was breathe hard from running.

A shadow moved in the trees. My heart sank in my chest as a man stepped out. His scarred face was easily noticeable.

"Krange," I whispered, sounding terrified.

He smirked wickedly and held up a blade. "I must admit, you’re hard to find," he said.

I started moving back, my heart beating faster. "Stay away," I said, trying to sound brave.

Krange just smirked and came closer. "You’re in no position to make demands."

He rushed toward me. I tried to dodge, but his knife cut my arm. He pinned me to the floor and pain shot through me as I struggled to overcome his grip.

Before I knew it, all I could feel was him digging the blade into my heart. And I just lay there, bleeding, helpless, motionless, getting ready to take my last breath.