The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 26: Escape Part 1

As I shuffled back to my dingy cell, my brain was like a caffeinated hamster on a wheel—spinning at a hundred miles per hour. The guard guiding me, walked alongside me, his grip on my arm firm.

"Hey, any chance Alpha Nicholas might swing by for a chit-chat soon?" I tossed the question, half expecting a snarky response.

The guard's eyes narrowed, and he hit me with a scoff, "Why would the Alpha bother with your VIP cell service? Dream on, buddy."

His words stung, but I maintained my composure, hiding my true intentions behind a mask of indifference. Inside, I was quietly plotting, my mind calculating every move and possibility. I couldn't rely on anyone else to help me escape. I had to take matters into my own hands.

As we reached my prison cell, the guard inserted the key into the lock and prepared to open it. I took a deep breath and mustered all my charm.

"You know…….," I said softly, looking up at the guard with a seductive gaze, "It's so lonely in there. Why don't you come inside for a moment? Keep me company perhaps?"

The guard's eyes widened, his expression momentarily bewitched by my words and gaze. He looked me up and down, his eyes staying longer than necessary at my chest. He was shamelessly ogling. I kept my facade even though my skin shivered in disgust when he licked his lips and walked up to me.

"Just remember, you offered," he grumbled in a strained voice.

As he strutted into the cell, I took a step closer, slowly toying with the strap of my dress. His focus? Definitely not in my eyes.

"Show me the goods under that dress," he leered.

When I was in front of him, I smiled swiftly and I swiftly made my move. With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him against the wall, causing him to lose his balance.

"Son of a—" His swear cut short.

Taking advantage of his momentary disorientation, I delivered a swift blow to his head but he instantly grabbed my wrist and pushed me away roughly so that I stumbled backward.

Damn, this wasn't in the script.

This man was no ordinary guard I used to fight; he was a seasoned warrior, skilled and experienced. More importantly, a Lycan. That much I can tell.

“You cunning whore!” He sneered at me, "You think you can take me on, bitch? You're nothing but a helpless prisoner."

I lunged forward, my limbs moving with a calculated grace. He effortlessly sidestepped my initial strike. His laughter filled the air.

“You think you can take down a Lycan? An ambitious whore” he mocked.

“Oh, trust me I can,” I smirked.

Finally, a moment presented itself—a brief opening in Carter's defense. I launched myself forward. I seized the opportunity, my instincts taking over. As he stumbled, I struck a final blow. With a well-placed kick, I sent him sprawling to the ground, unconsciousness claiming him.

"I told you I can take you down," I muttered, breathing heavily.

I quickly grabbed the key from his grasp and locked the cell door behind me. I couldn't risk any alarm being raised if there is one.

Now, it was time to make my escape. Moving silently through the hallway, I kept close to the shadows, avoiding any potential guards that might cross my path. My heart raced, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I had to be careful. Finally, I reached a section of the compound that seemed less guarded. I glanced around, making sure the coast was clear before continuing on my path.

As I walked discreetly along the hallway. My wolf stood at the forefront of my consciousness. Then the silence was broken by distant voices, echoing through the empty halls. I strained to listen, trying to discern their location. It was coming closer to me.

"Shit"

I glance around, looking for escape and there is only one path now in my way. It became clear that I had no choice but to continue to the compound, where the hideous criminals were kept.

As the voices grew louder, echoing through the hallway, my frustration mounted.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, cursing my luck.

The footsteps got louder followed by voices. I strained to hear the guards' conversation as they approached. Instinctively, I slowed my pace and strained to listen. The words became clearer with the help of my wolf. As a hybrid, my hearing was more sensitive than the others.

"I heard something," one guard whispered.

"Yeah, me too," another guard replied, "It sounded like footsteps coming from this direction."

My heart skipped a beat. They were onto me. I forced myself to remain calm. I couldn't afford to give myself away.

"We should check it out," the first guard suggested.

"Agreed," the second guard affirmed. "I heard it down this way."

Cursing quietly, I realized that they were heading straight toward the very hallway I had taken. There was no time to backtrack or find an alternate route. I had to think fast.

My eyes darted around, searching for a solution. My shifter abilities granted me clarity of vision, allowing me to see even the slightest details in the darkness. Shadows danced along the walls as I glided through the hallway. Spotting a random door on my left, I made a split-second decision. With trembling hands, I grasped the chains and crushed them. I hissed when the chains burned my palm.

"Silver" I gritted my teeth at the burning sensation spreading to my palm.

As my hand reached for the door handle, with a silent prayer, I turned the handle and pushed open the door.

The door swung open, and I slipped inside, closing it silently behind me. I paused to catch my breath. The sounds of footsteps and voices outside passed by the door. The noises grew faint and relief washed over me.

As I calmed my racing heart, I took a moment to survey the room I had hastily entered. My eyes widened in shock as I noticed a small cell tucked away in the corner.

There, in that cramped and gloomy space, sat Scyther, arms chained upward on his side. My heart skipped a beat as I took in his appearance. He was an old man, thin and haggard, with sunken eyes. His skin was pale and wrinkled as if time itself had etched its cruel marks upon him. His arms have been cut all over and are bleeding.

Scyther's presence alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. He was a man capable of unspeakable acts, a predator who preyed on both rogues and werewolves alike. He has a reputation as a merciless killer, and now, here he stood before me, confined but still exuding an aura of sinister power.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His eyes locked onto mine, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

“Scyther” I whispered in disbelief.

Just how lucky I am to choose the cell of this notorious and mad man!

"Lancaster," Scyther's voice resonated with a dark undertone. "What a surprise”

I remained silent, still shocked that out of all the doors, I entered the prison cell of this madman.

“What brings you to the Moonstone Pack? Captured or trying to deceive the Alpha King?" he asked.

His words hung in the air. Scyther's knowledge of my true identity was unsettling, to say the least. He knew I was a spy and even my true origin.

Fortunately, this man did not accept orders from anyone and was working on his own. He did try to kill me once and he was close to it but he somehow changed his mind. This man was stronger than me despite being a hybrid and that only made me assume that this man was an exiled Lycan. I cannot distinguish anymore because his scent reeked with a different smell from werewolves or rogues.