Hidden From The Alpha

Chapter 39

I was by the side of the dungeon cuddled up in a tight ball. With my both eyes shut, I was here for three days now, in one spot, I haven’t tried to stand up, I just remain there. The dungeon was dark so I didn’t know if it was day or night. I wasn’t bothered either but I knew I was here for three days, tired, sores, and hungry. Nobody came in here for those days. I was left alone, I wasn’t treated either, I have left the bleeding, it did bleed for a while and then stopped seems it understood that no one was coming to have it treated.

I didn’t need anyone here either. I had no strength to talk to anyone or give anybody any attention.

The gate of the dungeon opened and a faint light came into the dungeon. Then I heard movement, it wasn’t from a single person they were more than that. Probably two.

I didn’t make any attempt to move or give them a sign that I was awake and could hear them.

“Is she dead?” The voice I had known, which was no other than the alpha right-hand man, I could say they had a good relationship.

“She can’t be dead.” The other person replied. Which voice I didn’t know yet.

“Maybe she’s..”

I felt something touch me on the back. I didn’t stir. I was just lying there and didn’t even bother to move or give them a sign that I was alive.

They poked me again with the stick at my side, it was the side that hurts. I whined a bit and I heard them heave a sigh of relief.

“She’s alive.”

“She’s alive?”

“Yeah.”

Creamy squatted beside me and touched my arm. I opened my eyes and stare dumbly at him, wondering why he was there again.

“I came to get you out of here.”

Should I be grateful, should I thank him. I won’t say anything to him, even if I was grateful I won’t let it show in any way.

They finally remembered they had locked someone in here.

“Can you walk?”

There was no way I could walk, my legs had got all cramped up, sore and tired. I couldn’t walk even if I wanted to.

“Seems you can’t.”

The silence has given him the answer. So he didn’t say anything else but just sighed.

“I’ll take you out, I’ve to carry you then.”

“You wanted to escape that bad, killing the alpha was your way out, that was the silliest escape plan ever..”

“Franco. Not now and besides we’ve talked about this. I’m sure she regretted it too.”

Franco, he did hate me. Everyone hates me. Creamy wanted to carry me but a voice stopped him even before his hands could touch me.

“Don’t you dare touch her..” it accomplishes with a low growl. I heard his feet as he took two large steps toward me.

“Thought you said you ain’t coming.”

“Had a thought you would be doing this.”

“I was just trying to help.”

They were both whisperings, standing close to each other.

“That doesn’t include you helping. Touching her is off-limits. If you don’t want me to cut them off”

Creamy rolled his eyes and backed away from me, walking over to the side Franco was standing with a furrowed brow. Wondering what was going on between them. I wasn’t left out. I was wondering too just as he was but the difference was that I heard them and he didn’t.

He lift me off my feet and took me in his arms, staring down at my face, I couldn’t stare at him so I had my eyes shut, it was better that way, I heard him chuckle softly, and I opened my eyes halfway. Caught his eyes still fixed on my face. Was there something on my face! I close my eyes back pretending I didn’t say a thing or he was the one carrying me.

How could even carry me, I stink.

I have been there for days. He pulled me up close. How stinky could I not be when I stayed in this dark dungeon and he was inhaling it all. The silly Alpha. He carried me out of the dungeon. I didn’t protest or made any complaints, leaving that place was everything. I can breathe now.

“Don’t think you would ever escape again, little one. You should consider this your home for now and that you’ll get to see me every time. You can’t hide from me forever.”

I didn’t say anything. I was battling with my thoughts. How would I stay in a pack? I can’t stay without having the urge to kill them. There would always be a way won’t there.

“What are you thinking about?”

Can somebody tell him to stop talking to me, I was trying to organize my thoughts. I thought I would react to him when he touched me, but I didn’t. I felt calm, that was surprising.

I didn’t feel the urge to kill him when I was in his arms. Strange!

I open my eyes to meet his gaze again. He smiled down at me.

“You went through a lot in there, didn’t you. You won’t have to go there again. If you continue to be a good girl. I won’t have to send you there. So let’s get along this time.”

“Why?” I eventually find the strength to mouth.

“What?” He questioned to know why I had asked why all of a sudden. But what he said was different from what I had in mind.

Why was I comfortable?