Alpha Prime: Her Retribution

Chapter Five

I jolted awake, catching my breath. I was back in my cave. I let out a deep breath, calming my racing heart.

Beep!!!

"f**k!" I cussed, jumping in fright, before slapping my hand on my watch and turning off the alarm.

1.00am

It was time.

I pulled the bag to me and got the gun out. I traced my initials that were engraved into the side. I opened the cartridge, making sure the bullets were in.

I had six bullets, but all I needed was one. I grabbed the gun holster and secured it to my thigh before slipping the gun in. I looked around the cave; I didn't need anything else. With that, I walked out of the cave and took off in the direction of Samara's cabin. The effects of the pill had all but left my body, and I could feel myself becoming stronger and stronger.

I slowed down as I reached her cabin, surveying my surroundings. I could hear her slow, steady breathing, meaning she was asleep, and there was no activity in the Mont Blanc's area. I headed to the back, prying the lid of the barrel off. Looking around, I saw the rubber tube.

Moving silently, I grabbed the tube and placed one end in the barrel and the other end in an empty one. In a few minutes, I had transferred enough into the barrel.

Making sure everything was back where she kept it, I climbed into the barrel, heading to Mont Blanc's Alpha's house, and manoeuvred the lid on top, engulfing myself in darkness. It was a tight fit, but I pulled my knees to my chest, ensuring my gun was nowhere near the remaining bræw.

Now all I had to do was wait.

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Hours passed as I continuously checked my watch.

What if they suspect?

What if Garrett doesn't come?

I pushed the questions into the back of my mind; he would come, and I would get my revenge.

I had waited for years; I could wait a few more hours.

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Voices near me jolted me awake. I stiffened when I felt the barrel being pushed.

It's happening.

I could hear the muffled conversations between Garrett and Samara.

"Oh, that's too bad; she left yesterday." Samara answered. Garrett mumbled something, and Samara laughed.

"See you later, Samara." He said that, and I could feel us moving. I guess the barrels had been loaded onto the wagon, and we were on our way into the area.

I was able to pick up bits and pieces of conversation as we travelled through the area. The wagon never stopped at any of the checkpoints.

Fools

We made several stops, and I could feel the barrels around me being removed. A few minutes later, we stopped, and I felt the barrel I was in being lifted. It was set down, and I felt gravity shift, meaning we were in an elevator and we were either heading down or up, most likely down. No one kept barrels of drinks upstairs. Back home, everything was kept in a cellar.

The barrel was lifted once again and placed on the ground. I could hear Garrett's footsteps fade away. I tapped my watch, and it lit up, showing me the time.

9.00pm

I had spent nine hours in the barrel. I decided to wait another hour before getting out; I couldn't risk being caught, not when I was so close.

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10.00pm

I placed my palms flat on the lid and gently pushed; it creaked before giving way. I caught it before it clattered to the ground. I stood up, quietly getting out of the barrel and replacing the lid.

Stretching, I looked around. I was right; it was a cellar, and I could see similar barrels arranged. I sighed in satisfaction as blood rushed back to my knees and legs, wincing a bit when I tried walking.

I guess the pills haven't worn off yet.

I could see a pair of metal doors; from the looks of it, they were the elevator doors. It would be stupid to use them. I saw another door and walked over to it.

One of the perks of being a lycan was that you could sense your surroundings; werewolves could also do so, but it was limited.

A lycan could close their eyes and tell how many people were in a place and the position of each person. I crouched, placing a hand on the wooden floor, eyes closed.

We were alone; it was just me and him, and he was on the first floor. I easily knew it was his presence due to the power I felt emanating from him. Alpha Primes were that powerful, some more so than others, and he was no exception.

I slipped off my shoes and opened the door, slipping out of the cellar and onto a long corridor. The walls were bare, with only the light fixtures on the decking illuminating the way. I walked up the corridor, and there were stairs leading up.

Jacob had still not moved from his position. I made my way up the stairs, careful not to make any sound. I landed on the ground floor; all the lights were off, but I could still see everything clearly.

I had better things to do than take a look around. I turned and saw that the stairs did indeed continue to the next floor. The first floor I tapped into the house one last time; he still had not moved.

Perfect.

I walked up the stairs and onto the first floor. The tingling in my hindbrain started, and I almost growled.

Not now.

The last thing I needed was Eda's interference. I slammed my hind brain shut, but I could still feel her trying to get to me. Ignoring her, I concentrated on the task at hand.

I let my senses lead me to him. He was standing in front of the ceiling and floor windows. A tall, hulking form of muscle and raw power in the shape of a man I stood a few feet away from him. Quietly, I pulled the gun out of the holster and pointed it at him.

This was it, after nine years... I was finally going to avenge my pack. My hand shook as I flicked off the safety. The sound is echoing around us. His back stiffened and his ears perked before he c****d his head to the side.

"Well, this is new." His voice was deep, husky, and gruff. I didn't know why, but it reminded me of wood. I jutted my chin out, straightening my spine, and glared at his back.

"Jacob Mont Blanc, it's high time you got what you deserve for the crimes you have committed." I spat.

He turned, his dark eyes meeting mine.

What?!...