Imprisoned By Alpha Voridian

Imprisoned by death sentence

~ELOWEN~

I woke up with a start, my eyes darting around as I tried to understand where I had slept the previous night. I gently rubbed my eyes and yawned, my hands touching the softness of the bed to ground myself.

As I looked around, it hit me—I was in the Alpha King’s room. His portrait on the wall was a clear sign, and the scent of the rainforest was everywhere.

But something else was off. A brown robe had replaced my dress with white patterns resembling birds. The only person who had been with me in the room last night was Voridian, and just the thought of him changing my clothes made me let out a scream. “This can’t be happening!” I frantically tried to recall my last memory of the previous night, and the only thing that came to mind was falling asleep in the bathtub, holding hands with Voridian.

“Oh, goodness!” I jumped to my feet, eyes scanning the room for the door. The heavy curtains blocked out any clue of what was happening outside, and I was desperate to find out. As I reached the door, I noticed that the guards stationed there the day before had been replaced with different ones who threw looks my way.

They stared at me like I was prey, their eyes full of contempt, but that wasn’t enough to scare me. I’d faced worse, including the unnerving proximity of Voridian.

"Go back inside, human. The Alpha King doesn’t want you out of the room," one of the guards said harshly. But did I react? No, because I couldn’t fight them. They were twice my size, and even if I tried, there was no way I could take on both of them. It would be a death sentence.

If only Maverick were here, he would’ve done something for me. “Maverick!” I shouted his name, exchanging glares with the guards, who still maintained a stoic expression, refusing to acknowledge me. I didn’t care, though; I needed to get back to the dungeon and find out what had happened to Maverick.

“I don’t know what the Alpha King told you, but I must return to the dungeon and check on my friends!” I pleaded, but they remained silent. When I tried to move past them, they blocked my way. “Seriously, what the hell is happening? Why am I in this room?” I shouted, running a hand through my hair. Voridian was playing a twisted game, tormenting me by pretending to care last night, and now he was holding me prisoner.

“Fine!” I yelled after one last failed attempt to leave the room. I retreated inside, my eyes taking in the size of the room. It was grand, fit for someone as pompous as Voridian, who loved to flaunt his power. But the question lingered—why had he brought me here? What could he possibly be thinking, bringing a despised human into his private space? It had to be connected to what happened last night. Only he knew why I had suddenly become so... out of control, and now, he was nowhere to be found, yet he continued to make my life unbearable.

The guards wouldn’t let me out, so I needed a plan. I scanned the room for something that might grab their attention and saw it—a dagger lying carelessly on the desk opposite the bed. I hadn’t noticed the desk the previous night, but now that I had seen the dagger, an idea formed in my mind.

First, I tore the bed covers, the blankets, and even the bed itself. Once satisfied, I moved to his closet, picking random clothes and ripping them apart with the dagger. Then, I decided to create a scene that would catch the guards’ attention. I pressed the dagger to my wrist, the blade biting into my skin. “Oh, goodness,” I winced in pain as I slit my wrist, letting the blood drip onto the bed. I used my free hand to smear it onto the bed cover, creating a large stain that would surely draw the guards’ attention once they entered.

Satisfied with my work, I screamed as loud as possible, echoing through the room. I heard the door burst open, and I quickly hid behind one of the curtains. From my hiding spot, I watched as the guards searched the room, looking for any sign of me. When they didn’t see me and turned to leave, I attacked, slashing one guard’s knee. He fell to the ground, clutching his leg, while I swiftly attacked the second guard, kicking him against the wall before finishing him off.

“This is for the humans!” I hissed at them. Then, I leaned closer to one of the guards, thinking of a way to disguise myself. I was in the world of werewolves, and it would be disastrous if they realized a human had escaped from the king’s room.

Disguising myself as a guard was my only chance. The uniform consisted of a dark grey tunic with a silver emblem on the chest and sturdy pants. I pulled the hood to cover my hair and adjusted the shield over my face. The metal shield had narrow slits for my eyes, perfectly hiding my identity and scent. Not even the werewolves would be able to recognize me.

Once ready, I headed out, trying to remember Voridian's path when he brought me here. But the hallways seemed endless, and I kept turning, unsure where I was going. As I walked, someone called out, “Hey, you! Are you heading to the execution ground? They’re about to kill the human who took down three of our own.”

My eyes widened in shock, my heart skipping a beat. Maverick? No, it couldn’t be. I didn’t want to believe Voridian would sentence him to death, not after I begged him last night to spare him.

“Hey!” The guard who had spoken fell into step beside me.

“Yes, I’m heading to the execution ground,” I responded, and we walked silently until we reached the area. My heart raced as I looked around, searching for Maverick. And then I saw him—beaten, battered, and covered in blood, with his head placed on a block, his arms tied behind him. Guilt and regret surged through me, blaming myself for what had happened to him. He wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren't for me.

“This human committed a heinous crime last night, killing three of our own. That is against the laws of the werewolves!” A voice rang out among the gathered crowd and guards. I recognized him immediately—one of Voridian’s trusted men, the same person who had killed my father. Their Gamma, they called him. My eyes searched the crowd, but there was no sign of Voridian. He had given the order, yet he was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, I felt all eyes on me. The Gamma’s attention locked onto mine as he started walking towards me, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

My heart pounded against my chest as I prepared for confrontation, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger hidden beneath my tunic.

The Gamma’s voice dripped with suspicion as he questioned me. “Who are you?” he demanded.

Oh, crap. My cover must have been blown. Maybe the guard’s scent on the uniform wasn’t enough to mask mine, or perhaps his heightened senses picked up on something the moment I walked in. Before I could respond, he grabbed my shield and yanked it away, trying to expose my face. I reacted swiftly, slashing my dagger across his chest. He grunted in pain and stumbled back, giving me a chance to run, but the guards quickly surrounded me, pinning my arms behind my back.

“Oh, you’re here, human!” the Gamma chuckled, lifting my chin to face him before slapping me hard. “You’ve saved me the trouble of hunting you down!” He grabbed my chin harder, then shoved my face back. “Tie her up!” he snarled. “She’s going to join the boy on the executioner’s block.”

“Let me go!” I screamed, struggling against the restraints, but they were too tight, and forcing them off would only hurt me more.

The guards dragged me away, throwing me to the ground beside Maverick. His gaze met mine, and he stared at me with wide eyes. “Why are you here? Why did you come?” he asked.

A lone tear escaped my eye as I answered, “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

The Gamma’s voice boomed across the arena as he gave the order. “Cut off their heads, starting with the girl.”