Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Lucinda’s POV

I had cried enough, to the point I had no more tears left. I got down from the bed and got dressed up. I turned to the dirty mirror in the room and took in the dress I was wearing.

It was a short black dress that hugged my curves perfectly. When I told my mother about my date with Alpha Killian this morning, she bought this dress for me, especially for this occasion. Now I realize how foolish I was.

Foolish to trust someone wholeheartedly. Foolish to think an omega like me deserved love.

The werewolves of today view Omegas as close to humans and I was the fool who thought Alpha Killian didn't.

My phone suddenly buzzed with a text message, I brought it out from my purse and saw it was a message from Alpha Killian, ordering me to hurry up.

Did he still think I would still go with him foolishly?

I frowned, tossing my phone back on the bed, when it chimed again, with a text message, saying he was downstairs.

Bastard!

I'd rather die than be in the same space as him again.

I opened my purse, brought out my lipstick, and wrote on the mirror; ‘You’re a horrible piece of shit, the air is a waste on you. You've got what you want, you should be satisfied. I hope we never meet again.’

He might drive off but I wrote this message down for him in the small chance that he'll come back here fuming to get me.

After writing down my message, I left the room and headed towards the end of the hall where I thought I saw a second exit.

Seeing the exit door, I picked up my pace as I rushed out, afraid he might have noticed that my scent was moving.

I got out the door and a little relief washed over me, maybe, just maybe, I could escape him and not be forced into another humiliating car ride back to the pack.

I have no idea how to get home from here or how to get a ride back into the pack but I would rather die than be with him again.

At the end of the road, a black van was packed, and two hefty-looking werewolves were smoking at the side.

Spotting me, they unexpectedly let out a sneer. I lowered my head, a pang of shame gnawing at the pit of my stomach Coming out of a motel, looking like I was, must be disgusting.

My heart ached, and I hurried to walk past them, but before I could, one of them growled.

“Where the fuck do you think you're going?” Instinctively, I froze, my heart racing. Were they part of Alpha Killian's men?

“I– I,” I stammered, shakily taking a step back, while looking at them in horror.

“You think you can escape?” the other added, striding towards me.

“P–please,” I backed away, trying to make a bolt for it, when one of them grabbed me by the arm.

“You piece of shit, you think you can leave just like that?!” He barked, shoving me towards the van. “Get in!”

“No!” I struggled, panic setting in the closer I got to the van.

“Please! Let go!” I cried, trying to yank my wrist from his voice like a grip.

Opening the door, they shoved me roughly into the van, swiftly closing it shut.

Darkness enveloped the van, causing my heart to thump wildly, tears streaming down my face as I banged on the door.

“Let me out!” I sobbed, relentlessly hitting on the iron metal, until I heard a snarl from behind me.

“Would you shut it? Some of us are trying to relax!”

Immediately, I froze, eyes widening as I quickly adjusted to the darkness, outlines of figures all sprawled out coming into view.

Without a second glance, I could tell they were prostitutes from the provocative make-up and clothing they wore.

The realization of the situation dawned on me and I began to panic. At first, when those two werewolves were dragging me, I thought it was Alpha Killian who sent them but after seeing these wolves, it's obvious that's not the case.

“You've got the wrong person!” I began to explain, my heart beating rapidly inside my rib cage, “I'm not one of them!” I cried, but they burst out laughing, the driver included before he started the van and drove off.

“You have to let me go!” I screamed as the van took off but instead, I got a slap on the cheek, it was as if I was hit with a metal.

My head spun as I heard a ringing sound in my head before everything faded into darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was in a huge king-sized bed in a different room from the one Alpha Killian brought me to.

My head was a mess, and my memory was foggy. I couldn't tell exactly what I had been doing.

“Ugh,” I groaned, holding my head, feeling lightheaded. It's obvious I was drugged.

I still don't remember everything that has happened but I could sum everything up.  I was in a whore house… Immediately, my heart started pumping.

What am I going to do? I felt my wolf stir inside of me, dejected just as I was. I need to escape. I can't stay here any longer.

Just the thought of Killian winning set fire in my heart. Even if it was going to cost my life, I was willing to do anything to leave this God forsaken place! I fought with all my might to rise, but my body betrayed me, drained of every ounce of strength. The room started to spin wildly.

I trembled to gain my footing, however, my knees buckled. Just as I crashed back to the ground again, the door to the room swung open and a werewolf with a very intimidating aura walked in.

He was tall and huge, his icy blue eyes pierced through me and my breath got caught in my throat.

He looked hungry, all ready to pounce on me, almost animalistic but despite my dissipating consciousness, I could recognize who the werewolf was, the Lycan king, Darcus Cross.