Alora.
I waited a few hours until I was certain Jax was fully asleep. On full moons like this while he was strongest, he was also weak. The power of the moon fueled and drained him completely and when he slept off like this it wasn't until afternoon before he woke up.
But the risky part of it was that Jax was a very light sleeper and he had extremely good hearing. If a pin would drop he would be fully awake, eyes blazing and ready for attack.
I glanced back at him, his eyes closed and his long lashes falling on his cheeks, there was no imperfection on Jax's face and I understood why she wolves wanted him but he had rejected everyone of them.
I didn't know where Jax stood on having a mate but it was obvious he wasn't letting me go any time soon. And for that I hated him. He had caused me so much pain and misery and this was my only chance to get away from him.
I wiggled under his arm and he growled before pulling me closer to him. I frowned as I looked outside, the moon was still full in the sky and I knew in a few hours it would be overshadowed by the sun.
I waited for Jax to fall asleep once more and then I tried to wiggle my way soundlessly and slowly.
My wrist burned from when he had pinned it over my head and my body ached so much that I just wanted to fall asleep too and forget about everything that had happened.
But if I did that, I'll awake in the same condition, bring a slave and a toy and the circle would continue. This was the only time my shackles were free meaning I could escape.
There was no way I was letting this opportunity go to waste.
With newly found determination, I struggled my way through from Jax's hold, raising his heavy arm slowly away from my body as I peeked myself away gently.
He moaned a few times and I froze as fear shot up my spine and I gently dropped his arm on the bed and sighed when he went back to sleep.
My upper body was out of his reach and the shackles dangled on my wrist as I moved. I started to unfold my legs from his and in a few minutes, I was away from him.
I sighed softly as I stood up from the bed and immediately a sharp pain erupted from between my legs and I collapsed to the floor, the shackles rattling noisily.
All the hair stood at the back of my neck as I heard Jax move on the bed and I clasped my hand over my mouth as I waited if he would awake and notice my absence.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest and tests glittered at the back of my eyes as I looked back to see back slowly to see Jax had gone back to sleep.
It was surprising that he hadn't woken up from the noise and I could only be grateful to fate for being a little nice to me for the first time ever.
I turned back to my legs to see blood trickling down from between my legs and it hurt so badly because Jax had been so rough. Usually I didn't feel much of the pain because I crawled back under the bed after it was over and I didn't get to use my legs.
But now, I had to walk and if possible jump out the window because the doors were too heavy for me to open without waking Jax.
And I had to avoid the guards that stood at the front of the house and the back too.
I tried to get back on my feet slowly and with each step my insides threatened to tear open and tears rolled down my cheeks at the intense pain.
I swallowed as I went to my wardrobe and pulled out a long night dress as Jax barely bought me any clothes. I never left the house so he didn't have to. And on days he was angry he told me to be naked around him.
I had lost my shame years ago.
Putting on the dress, everywhere hurt from my movement and I cried silently glancing frequently at Jax if he woke up.
He was still sound asleep after I finished dressing and I managed to walk towards the window. The cold air hit against my skin and I shivered as goosebumps filled my skin and I pulled back the curtains and looked down.
Jax's room was on the middle floor so the distance wasn't a lot and I knew I could get seriously injured from the jump. I suddenly didn't want to risk it but one more look at Jax and I was pulling the windows open wider.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I swung my legs over the window sill and my hands shook in fear.
It was so high now I was seated there. I remembered every night with Jax, every thrust and every scream that escaped my lips and then I pushed myself off the window.
The feeling of myself floating in the air consumed me before my weight took over and I was falling to the hard floor. My legs hit the floor first painfully and I let out a scream as I clasped my hand over my mouth to muffle it.
I must have broken a toe as I looked down at it to see the last time bent in an awkward angle. Tears escaped my eyes and I released my lips and took in a deep breath.
I looked around, there were trees everywhere. Jax was very antisocial and had gotten a house in the woods away from the noise of the pack and I knew that if I ran fast enough I could make it to the pack borders before anyone would notice.
I staggered back to my feet as I kicked my legs, shaking off the excruciating pain that consumes them before I started to run towards the woods.
This was it, my only chance at freedom and I wasn't going to let it slip off my fingers.
I wasn't going to be a slave anymore.
Ares. "Is he ready to talk now?" I asked Victor, one of my most trusted warriors, as I looked around the basement boredly. It was past midnight and I was getting tired from the days job but the little fucker we had captured snooping around my borders wasn't willing to talk. Victor turned to me, he was a tall man almost my height but I towered over him, over everyone. He had short blonde hair and a deep scar running down the side of his face narrowly missing his cold grey eyes. He was my second right hand man after my Beta and after he had proven himself worthy to me, he had gained my trust and now I trusted him with my life. "No Alpha, he still refuses to talk." Victor said and I yawned, pulling myself away from the wall I was resting against as I approached the captive. It was a man who was around his late thirties, he was strapped to the chair and bloodied from all the beating he had endured. His left eye was swollen shut and his other eyes looked up at me in fear. That's
Alora. Run, keep running and don't look back. Those words kept resonating in my ears like the echo of a loud beating drum. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I placed one foot after the other and navigated my way through the dark thick woods. Keep running, Alora! I told myself as I had started to pant heavily from the current stress my body was going through, I had never had to run before. Five years locked up in Jax house and I've hardly ever stepped out of his home, I didn't even know what running felt like anymore. But today I was running, running away from the dark nightmares I was born into and made to stay in forever. I didn't want to live that life anymore and today was the day I would find the freedom I deserved. A part of me wanted to see my parents one more time before I finally decided to leave, but I knew turning back would mean I traded my freedom for seeing them. No doubt Jax must have noticed I was gone by now and I knew that if I decided to go after my pa
Alora. I couldn't stop myself from trembling with fear and anticipation. The man who drove the car was silent and he wasn't human either. He was a werewolf too, not an ordinary one, he bled of power and the aura surrounding him made me shiver in fear as I snuggled between the chairs to avoid being found. No doubt if I unmasked myself he would find me, or if I made the slightest noise he would know someone was there. Werewolves were known to have extremely good hearing and this man was powerful enough to hear me out. But he seemed to be distracted by his thoughts as I noticed every now and then he sighed like something was troubling him, but I was too scared to peep and look at him. I tried to avoid moving at all, even the slightest sound and I would be found. I couldn't risk anyone finding me, the plan was that when the car came to a stop and he got out, I would leave too and find refuge somewhere. I didn't have anywhere to go but I couldn't go to any other pack, no pack accepte
Alora. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I rested against the car and turned my gaze away from the men. No! Where the hell was I?! I couldn't stumble into another pack,not especially if it was one of the packs Jax had control over. It would mean that I couldn't be free. I gasped desperately for air as tears filled my eyes and I raised my hand to my chest to stop myself from hyperventilating. But it was hard and I looked around the mansion. There was no one else in sight except the two guards at the gate, and I knew it was impossible to escape them. I had to think of something! But it was so hard to do so when I was imagining Jax walking in with a grin on his face and congratulating me on stepping into his den once more. I was hopeless as more tears filled my eyes and my body shook and my palms became sweaty as I looked around the estate.. Someone very powerful lived here and I could only think of one status in the pack where the person could afford such luxury. I
Ares. I walked into my room, slamming the door behind me. The stress of today finally weighed down on my shoulders as I sighed and reached for the buttons on my shirt when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I snatched it, grumbling at the disturbance after finishing my rounds at the west borders in case we had more intruders after the man I had just killed. Jax was one sneaky bastard and I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a second. I picked the call on the second ring after seeing my Beta's name flash across my screen. "What is it, Seth?" I growled into the speakers and I heard Seth take a deep breath as if fearing to tell me when he had called to say. Seth was my most trusted wolf, my right hand man and my childhood friend, he was the only I had ever called friend and I could trust him with my life, with every part of me. He had stood by me at every moment of my life, loyally serving me and I couldn't trust anyone at my back except him. He would give his life for me. "Uhm,
Alora. "Who the fuck are you?" His deep voice growled at me and I shivered as fear shot up my spine. The man standing before me was tall, he had a broad chest, and lean muscles. His biceps flexed as he raised his gun at me. He had deep blue cold eyes, not the usual blue of the ocean, nor the blue color of the sky. His eyes were a deeper shade, like a painter that stroked that spot repeatedly, highlighting the color. But instead of the warmth that the color blue brought, these man's were filled with cold and hate. There were no emotions in them, except from the reflection of anger in them. If I hadn't seen his reaction when he had first seen me I would have thought he could feel no other emotions except from anger and irritation. The way he had looked down on me was the exact opposite of the emotion on his face. He had looked at me with soft eyes, gasping silently at the color of my eyes. My violet eye color had been a mystery to my parents, I was different from the other wolves.
Alora. I stared into Ares' eyes. It felt so surreal that I had escaped from one deadly Alpha to another one. It was almost getting hard to breathe as my eyes watered and I thought of an answer to give Ares. He had asked for my last name and I knew telling him I was a Pentagon was basically taking the gun to my head and pulling the trigger. There was no way Ares was going to let me go knowing I was Jax's property. I had no choice but to take my parents last name, my rightful name. The name I was supposed to go by if Jax hadn't owned me. "Forrester. My name is Alora Forrester," I lied through gritted teeth, glancing away from Ares as it was hard to look him in the eye and lie. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as the lie rolled off my chest. "Hmm." Ares murmured. "And where are you from? Should I ask your pack since I can't smell your wolf?" He asked, raising a brow at me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I was scared he could hear it. I needed to think of something, and f
Alora. "Listen to me Alora, you mean nothing to us," My mother said to me. I had just turned five years old today and I had been foolish enough to ask for a birthday gift. My mother, who was a striking beauty with blonde hair and bright green eyes, glared at me. I remembered calling her an angel or a princess many times because of how her blonde hair glowed. But that was just the outside of the person I called mother. Because on the inside, she was cruel and unforgiving, at least to me. My father was a quiet man with brown curly hair and hazel eyes that were behind big round glasses. He was extremely quiet and did everything my mother asked him to without any excuse. Most days I thought he was just a normal wolf with a low self esteem who thought he deserved someone as beautiful as my mother so he listened to her and worshiped the ground she walked on. But as time flew I knew he was just as twisted as her. A silent cry escaped my lips as my mother pulled my ear and dragged me ou