Unwanted Marriage

6

"'Secure the prisoners! Make sure they don't escape!"

I heard someone shout.

"Damn! Someone seems to have broken in here, sir!" I heard the warders' voices echoing through the dark hallway of the dungeon.

I grimaced as I held my suddenly cramping stomach. The sound of what seemed to be many footsteps came closer. The sound of wolves howling and the sound of swords clashing echoed.

What the hell is going on here?

I don't know who these people are, but I have to admit, they're pretty good and strong for making it into this dungeon that powerful Betas so heavily guard.

Suddenly one of them transformed back into a human. The man was well-built; his large, broad chest was bare. His other hand held a sword that was still dripping with blood.

"Ben!" The man, who had a dark yet mesmerizing aura, shouted.

The man carrying the sword smile and approached my cell, "Thank goodness you're still alive.."

He turned his head and looked at me intensely, then his chest seemed to expand, and his shoulders lifted. He opened my cell door.

"Are you strong enough to walk alone?" He asked coldiy in a flat tone.

"I can... "I stammered.

"You weak, and slow, We'll get caught if you're that slow," his voice sounded annoyed. But, I'm exhausted. Whatever he says, this is the only energy I have left.

"Okay, no choice..." he pulled my arm forcefully. Then lifted my body and carried me bridal style.

"Please, put me down!" I screamed while struggling to release the tight grip of the man whose eyes were dark as the night sky. The man continued to carry my body regardless of my pleas.

"Can you just shut up!"

"We have to hurry!" he snapped, widen his eyes.

"Where are you taking me?" We sprinted down the dark hallway of the dungeon, heading towards a door at the end-a wooden door with many bars.

"That's the way out!" The other guy shouted.

"Break the door, Ben!"

The man quickly, using only one hand, punched the door, and it shattered into pieces.

"Hold on!" he ordered just before he darted into the tunnel that connected the dungeon to the burial area for executed prisoners.

"Is it safe?" He paused and asked the man behind us.

Ben looked behind him, "You go with her. And let me handle them."

"Are you sure, Ben?"

"Yeah, alpha.." The gray-eyed man nodded confidently

"Come down," he said as he lowered me carefully to the ground.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked him.

I don't know why that stupid question just slipped from my lips.

"You i***t, if I wanted to kill you, why don't I just kill you in there? Huh?"

He's right, I thought.

"I came to save you, Arielle..." A heavy voice sounded from his mouth. I was surprised, not because of his voice, but because of his statement.

"Hold on. I'll take you to the safest place. He pulled me closer, and I spontaneously hugged him tightly.

He carried me into the forest with quick, darting movements. In just one blink of an eye, I was already at the other end of the woods. And just seconds later, I was far away from Zemrith's territory.

"Alpha Denver, where is Ben?" One of the man immediately approached us as he lowered me from his burly arms.

"He's in the back, facing King Ed's Beta army," he explained.

"Then who is she?" The white-haired man looked at me with his round eyes.

"Get her in the car. You have to hurry."

"So, you're saying that we leave Ben here?"

"Of course not, I will stay here waiting for Ben, and you take her to our place."

I looked alternately at the two men who were talking.

"Arielle, this is Santos. He'll take you out of here." The man who hadn't even introduced himself to me pointed to the young white-haired man.

"please come with me."

I didn't immediately follow their words, "Why should I come with him?"

"Do you want to die?" The man replied harshly.

"No, of course not!" I Looked down.

"It's good to know you still have the will to live."

Without further prompting, I followed Santos to the black car parked near where we were standing.

"Please get in," Santos opened the car door for me and closed it again.

The black car drove off, leaving the border behind slowly. I rested my back on the seat with mixed feelings, between worry, fear, and doubt.

I felt I had no choice but to follow them. Isnt this better than me being beheaded by King Edward's Beta executioners?