The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 29: Escape Part 4

When I noticed the sky was getting brighter, I groaned in irritation because it meant it was already dawn. I felt a sense of panic and a tinge of frustration as time appeared to slip through my fingers.

How could the hours have passed so quickly?

With a slow exhale, I willed myself to shift back into my human form, the familiar sensation of bones shifting and muscles realigning washing over me. As the fur faded, I stood on two legs once more. But the physical toll of my escape had taken its toll, leaving me feeling weak and drained. I still have bruises and wounds but the severe ones are gone.

I pushed aside my frustrations and hurriedly dressed myself, slipping into my worn-out clothes. My movements were sluggish.

“I thought we would heal for a few hours” I grumbled to my wolf.

Nasya rolled her eyes at me in my head, ‘We only rest for four hours, Florence ’

“That’s still long hours”

I cursed my bad luck, irritated that the light may reveal my every move and make my escape even riskier. After making one last adjustment to my clothes, I took a step outside the cave's safety, my eyes adjusting to the gentle morning light that bathed the coastal area.

“Time to find that damn boat” I whispered.

Scyther's words echoed in my mind, urging me to seek out a boat that could be found along this very coast. It was my ticket to freedom, a means to leave this place. I started walking down the rocky shore. As I walked closer to the water, the chilly, grainy sand beneath my feet began to move.

I had been walking along the coast for twenty minutes. Every step felt heavier than the last, my tired muscles protesting with each movement.

“Fck” I grumbled, “Just where that is?”

I rounded the corner of a towering rock, my eyes fell upon a weathered boat nestled along the shoreline. A glimmer of hope flickered within me. I approached it cautiously, my heart pounding with excitement.

"Could this be it?" I muttered to myself, “OH MY GOD! YES!”

I circled the boat, running my fingers along its rough edges. With a deep breath, I was about to step on the boat when a sudden explosion of sound reverberated through the air, making me freeze in my tracks.

My heart is pounding in my chest. My eyes widened as my gaze fixed on the boat. There, before me, was a gaping hole where a bullet had pierced through the wooden wall. A rush of panic and fear through my body. I instinctively took a step back. The air was thick with tension, and the smell of gunpowder lingered in the salty breeze.

“That rusty boat will not take you anywhere” a very familiar dark and cold voice came behind me.

As soon as I heard a voice behind me, I swung around, my pulse skipping a beat. My eyes darted around, searching for the source, and there, emerging from the shadows, stood Nicholas.

But my attention quickly shifted, my senses alerting me to the presence of others. The air seemed to crackle, and I could feel the weight of gazes upon me. And as if on cue, I heard the footsteps, the loud movements. It only means one thing, there are pack warriors hiding around the area.

It was then that I heard the distant rumble, the sound of roaring engines reached my ears, growing louder with each passing second. I turned my gaze towards the sea, and my heart sank as I saw ten jet skis forming a formidable line, effectively blocking my way. They had me cornered.

Nicholas stood before me, his expression unreadable, his presence exuding an air of authority. His midnight hair tousled and wild, giving him a rugged yet alluring appearance. The absence of his suit jacket revealed the crisp white shirt clinging to his form with the three buttons undone accentuating his broad shoulders and sculpted physique. In his hand, he held a gun.

As our eyes met, a spark passed between us, a magnetic force that tried to pull us closer. But the frustration and anger win within me. I felt like crying because my chances of escaping were just reduced to zero.

"What are you doing here?" I couldn't help but let my frustration seep into my words. "Didn't you leave the pack? Or is the mighty Alpha King too attached to his throne to let go?"

With a gleam of amusement in his eyes, Nicholas' lips twisted into a slight smirk. "I did but your little childishness made me go back," he replied, his voice laced with an underlying threat.

As Nicholas spoke, his voice devoid of emotion, a shiver ran down my spine.

"And I can say that I enjoy watching your little moment of freedom," he continued. “Did Scyther not tell you that the boat he was talking about was on the West side?”

His statement made my blood cold and made me freeze in my place like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over my already trembling body.

I stared at Nicholas, “W..what do you mean? How did you know that?”

There was no hint of sympathy or understanding in his eyes, only coldness.

“Do you think I would not know what route he tried to sneak on my pack? Do you really think I would not know where and how others were able to get inside my pack?”

I swallowed the fear rising within me, mustering whatever strength I had left.

“W-what do you mean?”

"I gave them access. Let them discover a gap in my shield, seize them, and then patch the gap. I spent a very long time doing that. I am aware of every move my pack members make,” he pointed to his head, “I know everything inside my pack, Florence. And just with the drop of name of that bastard Scyther, I know where to find you”

"So you're telling me that you're waiting for me to come here? To your trap” I whispered in disbelief.

“Yes. To let you feel even for a second that you have the upper hand, that you have the chance to escape me”

I met his look head-on and tilted my head defiantly. I resisted the need to let him see my terror.

“I enjoyed every fleeting moment of it," I retorted, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart.

A flicker of something, a hint of a smile, tugged at the corner of Nicholas' lips. It was a chilling sight. His response came in a low, dangerous tone.

"You have a fire in you, I'll give you that. But know this, you will never escape me. Your defiance is merely an amusement to me." he said, his voice a chilling whisper.

His warning rang through me as his words lingered in the air. I squared my shoulders. I would fight, claw, and defy until my last breath, for my freedom.

“You can't lock me in this place, you bastard! You don't own me!" I shouted.

He took a step closer, his presence suffocating. "That’s where you're wrong, Florence. You belong to me, body and soul"

A shiver ran down my spine, "I belong to no one, Nicholas. I am not a possession to be claimed"

His voice turned cold, his eyes piercing into mine. "You're mine, Florence. You always have been, and you always will be. The sooner you accept that fcking truth, the better"

I clenched my fists, my body coiled with tension. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down upon me.

As the sound of the jet skis grew louder and the footsteps came towards us, a sense of urgency washed over me. Time was running out, and I needed to act quickly.

As the warriors closed in, their presence suffocated me. I panicked, my heart racing as the sound of warriors grew closer. I tried to run, my legs moving as fast as they could, but Nicholas easily caught up to me. In one swift motion, he scooped me up, effortlessly carrying me over his shoulder.

"LET ME GO!" I shouted, pounding my fists against his back. "YOU ASSHOLE!"

He chuckled darkly, his grip tightening around my legs. "Your resistance is futile."

I squirmed and struggled, desperately trying to free myself from his grasp. "YOU CAN'T FORCE ME TO STAY! I WON'T BE YOUR PRISONER!"

His grip only tightened further, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "You're mine, Florence. You belong to me."

I felt a surge of frustration and anger rise within me. I refused to be carried away like a helpless captive. I had to find a way to escape, to break free from his hold. But his next words made me stop and dread coiled in my stomach.

“Ah right. I think it was just right to inform you that the guards that failed to do their job were whipped 50 times and demoted to another land while Barbara…well you've been gone for 8 hours, so her club was closed for 8 days and she was locked in a prison cell for 8 days as well”

I looked at him stunned, “YOU MONSTER!”

He simply smirked, “That’s all because of you, Florence. It is all because of you”

Tears rolled down my cheeks at so much fury and frustration but more on to the fact that I am powerless. Guilt gnawed at my heart. In the end, my decision hurt others again.*