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It may not be a cold damp cell in an intimidating dungeon but one could sit in a room for only so long no matter how comfortable it may be before getting uncomfortable and restless.
Above everything else, I was really trying to not let the looming death threat get to me of all things and focus just on the fact that I was in a place I wasn’t meant to be and didn’t want to be and I wanted nothing else but to leave. So I had put my restlessness to good use and started to think of ways I could possibly escape.
Y’know, just in case Alexander really doesn’t come for me. And in case he was coming as well, it would prevent him from getting killed if I try to do something for myself.
It made me think about all those days he made me do all those intense training with the men. I wondered if he had known somehow that I would need it today.
While I doubted that I was tough enough to go against someone as determined to kill as Antonio Stone, I was definitely strong enough to attempt to escape from this impending doom.
I was no damsel in distress no matter how much I looked like one and I was not going to sit around like I could do absolutely nothing without a knight in shining armor who may or may not exist in my story.
I admitted, there were times of distress and I was weak after not eating for forever but after all that crying and lying around and allowing my fear and hurt and worry to consume me, I’ve decided to do something better with my time.
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Antonio did not come into the room much–at most once a day–which I guess was helpful with how identical he was to Alexander. There were times he’d come in and I’d delude myself that Alexander had come to rescue me and somehow I feel like he knew that I was deceiving myself thus because he’d always have this cynical smirk on his face when he walked in.
It was a look that mocked my position; the unfortunate mate of the brother he hated, mocked my delusion in thinking that he was anyone other than the monster that he was. It was a look I hated.
In my attempts to escape, I had checked the windows which were screwed shut, making me realize how on earth I was surviving without fresh oxygen from the windows.
I also realized that I was at the very top of a really tall building with nothing but huge expanses of land surrounding it and even if the windows weren’t screwed shut, jumping out of it even in wolf form would be fatal.
After a whole day of looking for ways to escape, every idea I had proved futile, and I felt totally deflated as my earlier motivation fizzled off.
I didn’t have a watch or any timepiece but I had somehow gotten a hang of how far I was into the day by knowing when the respective meal times were approaching.
The fact that I was able to resist eating even while having delicious- smelling food right under my nose really showed how stubborn I knew I could be although today, I was thinking I might take the risk and have a few bites if I wanted to have enough strength to escape this place.
If it was indeed poisoned then, that’ll be it I guess. But a part of me believed that Antonio would not poison me considering that such a death wouldn’t be useful to him -just as he had said.
When I heard the maids approaching, I went to stand in front of the door.
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The meanest–looking one raised her brow at me before shutting the door and going to drop the food on the table. She backed out, the younger- looking one trailing behind her.
The door shut behind me with an angry slam and I wondered what her own reason for disliking me was. That was okay though because I had confirmed what I wanted to and that was the fact that the door was guarded with heavily armed strong–looking men which left that option clearly useless.
I walked over to the table where they had dropped the food and after looking at it warily, I lifted the cover and my stomach immediately grumbled at the smell and sight of the rice with chicken sauce and the chicken sauce…oh goddess.
I wanted to cry at the edible goodness in front of me. The chicken was so much and looked so juicy and delicious. Why on earth were they feeding a prisoner so well?
And then I remembered the Hansel and Gretel story and wondered if there was a chance that this maniac wanted to fatten me up so he could eat me.
Werewolves barely ate raw flesh anymore but who knew if he was part of the crazed two percent that still did. Pushing all that to the back of my mind, I decided to start on the plate of fruit. I had not had anything to eat in so long that I feared I may have caused myself some serious problems. wasn’t still going to finish the food though. Just a little for strength.
My mind was busy as I ate slowly. It was such a chore to cat slowly when all my body wanted was to scarf everything down and so having a lot of things on my mind really helped to distract me from all that. I wondered about Alexander and Antonio.
I wondered how on earth the former Alpha and Luna, as well as Alexander, managed to keep such a huge secret from the entire pack. Well, except it was just me that didn’t know but then again that was so unlikely.
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1288 Vouchers Did everyone really know that the Alpha had a rogue twin and I had not even heard a single word of it? Or had I somehow forgotten?
There were just so many questions. Why did he turn rogue? Why did he hate his brother so much that he wanted to kill him and his mate? The story seemed like it would be deep and I felt like a gossip with the way I wanted to know every detail of it. I wondered how he found out that I was Alexander’s mate. Did he have a spy or spies in our pack? I felt a chill run down my spine as I imagined him disguising himself as Alexander to get information out of people.
It wasn’t easy but I managed to eat just a little bit of the food. Enough to give myself as much energy as possible and at the same time still show my stubbornness against their efforts. I laid down on the bed after and lulled myself to sleep, deciding that just in case the food was indeed poisoned, it would be much more peaceful to just pass away in my sleep.
When I woke up a lot later, it was with a mixture of the most contradicting feelings. I felt both relieved and disappointed.
Relief because while I was still alive and disappointed because despite my initial fear of death, as I began to drift into sleep I began to question what I was even holding on to my life for and wondered if it wouldn’t be much more peaceful if I actually just ceased to exist on earth.
I shook my head as if to rid myself of the thought now that I was awake. Was I depressed? As if that would be too surprising, I answered myself.
It wasn’t too long after I woke up that the door creaked open. I already knew it was time for them to bring dinner but what I didn’t expect was for the dinner to come in the hands of Antonio himself.
I straightened up in the bed and instinctively hugged a pillow to myself while he walked in with his seemingly permanent smirk. It was still unsettling to behold his face so I tended to avoid it whenever I had to be in his presence.
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“I heard you have finally begun to have an appetite so I decided to cook you something myself. Seeing as you did not finish the last one, I decided that it may not have been to your liking.”
I glanced at the tray in his hand and my mind instantly took me back to when I had woken up from my coma and Alexander had walked into the room holding a tray of delicious food that he cooked by himself and treacherous tears filled my eyes. I heard the tray drop to the table with a noisy slam and I jolted slightly in shock.
“Stop crying, it’s depressing!” He said harshly and then his tone softened. “I’m having way too much fun watching Alexander rake the entire South Region for you.” He chuckled wickedly and something sharp and painful stabbed at my chest.
It was worry, I realized. I was worried about Alexander. While I didn’t doubt his strength, Antonio has the benefit of being the one to plan this entire thing. He had the benefit of keeping me as a hostage. He has the benefit of knowing where Alexander was while Alexander did not even know who he was looking for.
“So eat up, we can’t have you dying before he finally manages to find you.”
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