Chapter 2

I flipped my eyes open, instantly jerking up to a sitting position, my head responding with a throbbing.

I was no longer in the neighborhood where Brenda had dropped me off, leaving me with some hefty men. I was in a cell.

I was in a prison.

The cell beside me, separated by a thick wall, had another shewolf, which I could indicate through my supernatural scent.

The one ahead of me had another shewolf. Literally, every cell in the prison had a shewolf. Did I do something wrong that got me arrested?

Three guards paraded the prison, checking our cells one after the other with a stony face.

“Hey. Please, what's happening? I think you have gotten the wrong person on whatever this is. I have never committed any crime.”

“Shut the hell up before I rip your mouth apart with my teeth.”

One of the guards warned me and I took it as a serious one when he snarled at me.

I leaned against the wall, my confusion building.

What exactly was I doing here? I saw Brenda being handed a bundle of cash, it couldn't be what I think it is, right?

“When were you just brought in?”

The voice from the second cell whispered and it took me inclining my supernatural hearing before I could realize she was asking me.

“I-I think just now. How about you?”

I asked, pressing my ear against the wall to anticipate an answer.

“Two weeks ago. I was sold two weeks ago.”

Sold? Oh no, I just might be right. Damn!

“What do you mean? Sold?”

“Yeah. Everyone here is. When I heard the Berserk Pack were looking for slaves, I just knew my pack would sell me.”

Wait, Berserk Pack? That Pack with awful and dreadful people? And even worse, their vile and evil Alpha?

“Berserk Pack? Is this a Berserk Pack?”

Oh please, let me be wrong.

“Yes, it is. We are officially slaves in the Berserk Pack.”

“What?!”

I exclaimed, attracting a fierce glare from the guards.

“So, what are we going to do about this?”

“Sweetheart, I have been here for two weeks. If I knew a solution, I would probably not be here for that long.”

But, there should still be a way out. Berserk Pack is packed with devils. And yes, they were the Pack that attacked our Pack and caused my mother’s life.

They are really heartless. They massacre Packs unprovoked and declare wars for absolutely no reason.

Their Pack had the most record of wars and it was mostly the pack that started them.

I would rather take the torture from Elena and her evil daughter than remain here.

I immediately signaled to a guard, holding my abdomen tight.

“Please, I need to go to the restroom.”

“Ease yourself there.”

The guard retorted coldly.

Please, let this work.

“It-it's not that. I need to be released. I think I took something bad.”

The guard gave me a dry look and shared a glance among his fellow guards.

Then, he walked up to me and opened the cell door, letting me out, his hand grabbing my elbow tightly.

He led me down the hall and as he did, I gazed at every cell. They were all females except the last cell that was a male and they all looked famished and starved.

We arrived at the restroom and he led me in, standing outside to wait for me.

Well, let’s see how this goes.

It is just an attempt.

I grabbed the Water Closet lid and tiptoed towards the guard. I had seen a turning right beside the restroom, once I did what I was going to do, I would quickly take that turning.

As I moved towards the guard and he twisted around to look behind him, I aggressively hit the lid on his head, shattering it in the process.

While he was nursing his head and the blood dripping out of it, I darted into the corner, walking into an empty hallway.

There was a door, a laundry room door and outside was a laundry can, white sheet dumped into it.

I instantly jumped into it, covering myself with the sheets.

I heard footsteps approaching and more white bed sheets were dumped on me, into it. And, someone started pushing it.

After a few minutes of the ride, it halted to a stop. There was a silent conversation then, a beeping and the ride continued again. Another footsteps was heard and more sheets were dumped into the bucket.

I peeked out, through a tiny space of the sheet and I saw a woman in her early thirties, gathering a blanket on a king-sized bed.

She was still struggling with it so I used the opportunity to sneak out, finding another perfect place of hiding which was behind a drawer of the enormous, luxurious bedroom.

When the woman was done, she wheeled the bucket out and closed the door behind her.

I came out of hiding, giving the room a problem look and all I could do was part my lips in awe.

It wasn't just enormous but was also heavenly. It felt like I was in heaven with the stunning interior designs.

While still admiring the room, I heard approaching footsteps.

“We have gone through the list with the committee members, Alpha.”

What? Alpha? What do you mean Alpha? Like, Alpha of Berserk Pack.

I had no time to be creative about hiding, so I quickly hid behind the curtain.

Silly, I know.

The door to the room pulled open and the footsteps made it into the room.

“Don’t ever make decisions without my involvement, is that understood?”

The Alpha’s dark voice spat. Just like I suspected, he was really vile. But, does his voice sound so familiar?

“Yes, Alpha. I apologize.”

“Leave.”

Immediately the Alpha commanded, I heard receding footsteps and the door shut quietly.

Then, it dawned on me, it was only I and the Alpha remaining in the room.

When I looked through the shady view through the curtain, he was undressing, taking off his shirt.

Oh, damn.

I swallowed hard.

Can he just leave so I can continue my escape mission? I am so close to being successful.

As I looked away and gazed back at his view, he was staring into my direction, right at me.

My heart skipped and my heart began to race fast.

Wait, damn! He heard my heartbeat! Oh, how could I be so careless?

He began to come closer, gazing at me.

Oh, goddess, save me. Please, do this last thing for me.

As if the goddess heard my request, a phone rang and the Alpha turned around to answer the phone.

I casted my head, heaving a sigh of relief but suddenly, I am hauled out of my hiding place by strong arms, slammed against the wall and trapped by a well-built body.

And, the body belonged to someone I never expected.

Someone I thought I would never be able to see again. Someone I thought I had gotten over.

Nicholas Weston. My first love and the man that rejected me.

I gasped out in shock.