"Freedom" was one word inside my head since the beta told me Alpha Reed is out for a week. I unpack my stuff before heading downstairs. I swear I hate taking steps, especially when it's a three storey pack house.
When I made it to the foyer there was no sight of anyone around so I walk a little bit to the other side and collide with the beta again. "Ouch" I wince complaining to Eliz 'seriously was he the only one in this house.'
"Where are you going?" he asks
"Umm to have a look around" I said nervously.
"I'm sorry Ms' Langford but Alpha's orders was not to allow you to go outside," my brain froze, 'wait a minute'
"I'm sorry when you carried my bag, did you see a sticker that says "prisoner"?" he shook his head "No, still you cannot go out," he spits out not even caring of how I would take his response.
"Okay how about this! When you drove me here, did you take me to a cell?" I still cannot believe this, he answers again "Sorry but it's Alpha's orders and I may not be your only barrier here. So still no, there's no use of it"
Right when he finishes I burst out loud laughing like a maniac, hurting my ribs since unable to control my laughter. He probably thinks I'm crazy but deep down inside of me I really, really, REALLY want to cry. These Alphas must really take me for a joke; first off it was Eric and now this maniac.
After when I'm done I walk back up dragging my feet on the floor like a wimpy child.
"Dinner's at 8pm" he calls me
"No one wants to eat your dinner" I reply in a harsh tone as I still walk up to the steps.
"It's Conrad by the way"
The half breed walks up to me with an evil smirk on his face. As he gets nearer the moon light illuminates his face and it suddenly changes in to the hunter that gave me the flimsy cloth when I was captured. His lips went up in to a smile showing his yellow teeth which was so gross, then his mouth opens spelling out every word he said
"Welcome back bitch."
He knocks me out in the face with his fist and I scream waking up with tears falling down on my cheek.
My eyes open up, gazing right in to those dark blue mesmerised eyes then his right hand lifting up my chin with his thump wiping away my tears.
"We have to stop meeting like this," he says.
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