Chapter 2 Escape from the Depths

(Migumi’s POV)

My world has shrunk to the size of this dark and foul-smelling dungeon. I spent my entire week in this filthy place, oblivious to the fact whether it’s day or night outside.

All I know is that it felt like an agonizing eternity.

Rats and cockroaches serve as my company. The only time I’d get a chance to see another werewolf is when a warrior arrives to bring me food, probably to delay the chances of me yielding to my own death.

Alpha Cyrus was cruel enough to not send a pack healer down here to treat my wounds. It’s been days and I don't even know how much blood I’ve lost already and if there is still there to save. Unlike the other werewolves, I can't heal myself. My wounds only get worse when left untreated.

I bet Alpha Cyrus knew that but didn't care.

I feel very cold despite the sweat bands glistening on my forehead. It’s probably because of the hemorrhage. My wound is already infected due to the lack of proper care. I might really die for real if I don't do anything about it.

I forced myself to sit up straight, leaning back against the slimy rock that served as my bed these past painful days. I looked at the cause of my physical torture. My stomach instantly churned with dread at the sight that greeted me. The skin surrounding it is swollen and has turned purple and black, a sure sign of infection.

With trembling hands, I tore a strip of fabric from my tattered dress. Each pull felt like my guts are going to come out.

I gritted my teeth against the pain as I wrapped the bandage around my abdomen.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air.

It would make any rogue drool in insatiable hunger.

My teeth clenched shut as soon as I’m done torturing myself. Even swallowing feels like masochism. My lips are parched and dry from dehydration.

With weary eyes, I cast a glance to the empty glass laying on the grimy ground alone.

The last werewolf who brought me food rudely threw everything on the ground, telling me to lick it from the ground if I was thirsty.

Of course, I didn't fall for his smart suggestions. I would rather die from dehydration than feed their fantasies of treating me like an animal.

As you might have probably noticed, none in this pack likes me. The moment I stepped foot on their territory, they instantly hated me. It became worse when they started seeing me beside their most respected werewolf in the pack. I was a wolfless Omega without certainty of contributing anything to the pack. It only makes sense that they question my number to the pack. I was dumb to think that it wasn't a hindrance in taking the position given to me that turned out to be a product of deception.

They are really blunt in displaying their dislike of me. I have encountered countless humiliation from them even when I’m already in my most pitiful state.

Some of them would poke my wounded body with sticks for amusement and laugh at me when I reached for my food with difficulty.

They are monsters.

From down here, I could hear the faint sounds of laughter and celebration for the King’s festival happening on the ground.

It only made me feel more miserable.

The sounds of heavy footsteps echoing against the stone walls made me lift my head to look at the door. A guard enters the dungeon, reeking of ale and smoke. He didn't say anything and just went straight inside. He must be the substitute to the guard who left earlier.

Holding my poorly bandaged wound, I called the guard using my faint voice. “H—Hey…” At first, he didn't want to pay me attention, but the next thing I said made him turn faster than light. “T—Tell your Alpha that if he doesn't give me what

I want, I’ll be sure to introduce myself as his mistress to everyone once the festival is over.”

The guard turned to narrow his eyes at me, a sneer twisting in his lips. “You? His mistress? Ha! More like his pathetic little plaything. But hey, if you want to make a fool of yourself, be my guest. No one will believe a worthless

Omega like you anyway.”

I flashed a crazy smirk on my face.

“And you don't think Alpha Cyrus won't punish the guard who allowed me to run my big mouth in public?” His face frowned.

The guard tried to intimidate me with his glare but I wasn't going to let myself die here from infection.

He was left with no choice but to fetch me some fresh bandages like what I

told him to do. It’s been almost half an hour and he still hasn't come back yet. I hope he didn't trick me. It's starting to get harder to stay awake. I might just pass out any time soon.

“Aye, bitch!” he squawked, carrying a soiled sack. He seemed drunk judging from the way he sways back and forth. It seems like he ended up drinking a few more before coming back here. This kind of scenario doesn't usually end well for me.

And just like what I anticipated, the guard carelessly threw the sack towards my direction, causing everything to scatter on the slimy floor.

“Need more drink…” he mumbled, stumbling to join the celebration once again.

I crawled towards the direction of the scattered items. Among these items, I found healing ointments and bandages. I silently thanked the heavens.

“This will do…” I mumbled to myself.

I glanced around, making sure that I’m alone before picking up the items that I will need.

With trembling hands, I wasted no time and lifted up my dress to reveal my infected wound. I used alcohol to clean it, screaming as the liquid ran through my flesh. I then used the clean bandages to dress it neatly again.

My hands fell limply to my sides as soon as I was finished completing the painful yet necessary task of mending my injuries.

I don't know for how long I have before I start needing new bandages again.

I have to play my cards now!

With a hint of hope glimmering in my eyes, I brought my fingers to my mouth and let out a harsh exhale. The sound that followed echoed strongly against the cold stone walls of the dungeon and to the ground.

This is my secret way of communicating with Tara. I have been continuously doing this every time a guard arrives to bring me food and leave. She hasn't come but my hope doesn't die.

I know that she will.

And just like what I anticipated, the door of the dungeon opens, revealing her with a pre-prepared key at hand. “I’m sorry I took so long, Migumi,” she apologized.

As the moonlight poured into the cell, my heart started celebrating. At that moment, I knew I was about to escape this cursed pack.