TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 144: Chapter 144

: SLIPPERY OMEGA
FREYA'S POV:
More than a few hours, and possibly a whole day have gone by since I gained consciousness, and I still can't feel Silas.
My wolf grows even more panicked as I feel bare and stripped for some reason.
It's weird how I've lived without it for years but days after receiving the bond and strengthening it, it almost feels like I just can't live without it.
The silence and white walls around aren't helping at all.
"Hey guys, wanna play a game to pass time?" Lucas yells out so I can hear what he's saying.
"Really, even now, you want to be goofy?" Xena admonishes him, probably with her eyes.
"What? There's nothing else to do." He points out and he's not wrong at all.
But it won't be easy focusing my mind on being calm ... not when Silas is missing.
"How long do you think it's going to take before King Darius holds the mating ceremony?" I ask out loud, not really expecting an answer.
"He's going to want to get things sooner, so maybe we're looking at five days, if not sooner." Lucas explains and my heart drops.
Five days or less?
"But he can't do that while he's already mated with me, right?"
"You're not fully mated, so he can still force Silas to reject you. Threaten your safety so he can bend him to his will. He's done that before, so I'm sure he won't think twice about doing it again." Lucas explains again, like an expert on all things King Darius.
He had worked for the psychopath for years.
I feel instant guilt hearing it all now.
It's all my fault, being his Achilles heel for his father to easily use and control him as he seems fit.
I wish I could be able to protect him, instead of holding him back
And not just him, Xena and Lucas... everyone risking their necks to save me, being painted as criminals just because they decided to protect me and side with me.
None of this is fair, being born an Omega isn't fair, but it's no time to mop about how pathetic my life is.
In the limited time, we had to act fast.
Maybe once I'm free, Silas won't feel the need to do things he doesn't want to do in order to keep me safe.
"Anyone thought of ideas on how to get us out of this hell hole already?' I ask now, after taking a deep gush of air into my lungs to boost my resolve again.
It takes a moment before Lucas responds.
"Actually, I've been thinking of something while you were unconscious... It's almost foolproof." He assures me and I feel a bit hopeful.
I'm hopeful from the thought of getting out of her and reuniting with him again.
Before I can prod further, however, my door is kicked open unceremoniously and two scruffy looking guards step in.
"Alright, grab the Omega prisoner." The first commands while the second wastes no time walking up to me briskly and grabbing me by my upper hand.
"Hey!" I yell out immediately, struggling against his hold.
He suddenly strikes me right in the face without warning once I resist him.
"Shut the fuck up, Omega runt. Come peacefully, or we drag you by the hair." He speaks in the most demeaning tone and manner.
The sound of the back of his palm slapping me in the face echoes through the walls.
"Hey, leave her alone!" I can hear Xena from the other sides followed by her wrestling with her chain again to set herself free.
"One more word from you and you're going to be next, bitch." He growls at her from my own cell, getting irked from all the drama.
"I'd like you to say that to my face with my chains gone. I'll help teach you some fucking manners that your real bitch of a mother wasn't able to." She bites back at him without hesitation.
Damn!
He seethes even more, grabbing onto my arm even harsher.
"Once we're done with this one, be sure we're coming for you next." He announces just as he starts dragging me out of the room.
"Wait! Stop! Where are you taking me to? What do you want from me?" I keep on kicking and screaming while he drags me out.
The first by the door simply chuckles, giving little to no explanation on what's going on.
"Alpha's orders." He says as a good enough explanation to him
"What fucking Alpha's orders? You better not fucking harm a single hair on her head." Xena yells out, struggling to break free again.
"What the fuck did he order you to do?" Lucas yells from his side as well but none of our questions are answered or taken seriously.
He pulls me out of the room finally, locking the door to my cell behind us.
"Please, let me go." I plead again one more time but it all reaches deaf uncaring ears.
"Pick up the pace, runt."
Tired of being dragged around like a rag doll, I finally follow without fighting back or hesitation. It's better than being pulled or slapped constantly for fighting. I comply by following them down the building we are in till the last floor that's dark and dimly lit by lamps, unlike the other higher floors with white hallways and fluorescent bulbs everywhere.
We keep walking until we enter a room with the most rancid smell ever and a humid air.
There's nothing inside here aside from a single table at the center of the room... no windows as well, adding to its humidity.
I assume this is just some harsh treatment since I'm the main object of hatred from King Darius, and he just wants to change my cell room... That is until he escorts me in.
With his arm still fiercely gripping mine, we walk in together, stopping right in front of the table and he suddenly pins me down against it.
My back bent forward, my face flat and both hands twisted behind me.
Panic pumps through my blood immediately.
"Wait... what's going on?"
I ask but no one answers. From the corner of my eyes, I see the other guy that isn't holding me down doing something weird.
In his hand is a syringe he casually stabs into a bottle with a clear liquid, drawing a suitable amount of it and tapping against it to remove the air bubbles.
"Is there a need for that? It's going to kill her anyway, so there's no need to make sure there's no air in there." The guard pinning me down jokes casually.
My entire body freezes from his words.
I finally realize what the fuck is actually going on, feeling stupid for complying with them from the very beginning.
I should have put in more effort kicking and screaming and maybe, just maybe, I would have by some miracle escaped.
Funny enough, I'm not even surprised he's trying to put me down like an animal in this dark room where no one can hear my screams of agony or see my tears.
"Please, don't" I beg, feeling tears pour down my eyes.
I can't go like this...
Not when I haven't even found Silas yet, said my goodbyes to him.
Not when I hadn't even had a proper good life with my friends.
On the bright side, King Darius won't have leverage over Silas once I'm gone, right...?
No.
I don't want to die yet.
Not now.
I want to live for myself for Silas.
I struggle against my captors even more with tears dripping down my eyes while his partner draws closer with the poisoned needle to end my life. "Say your last prayers, sweet heart." He jokes, chuckling at my struggling form.
I can't focus long enough to pray to any god.
All I can think about is how I hate everything, being looked down upon, being the damsel in distress and needing to be saved or rescued.
I'm done being a walkover mat for people like freaking Darius! Suddenly, I feel my wolf howling within me, along with a sudden surge of power flowing through my veins.
Power and a confidence boost.
As I struggle, it almost begins to seem like the person pinning me down doesn't have as much strength as I imagined, and I instantly break through his hold, surprising both myself and him once I push him with enough force that had him stumbling backwards. "What the..." He exclaims.
Once I turn around, just as dumbfounded, the two face me growling fiercely, putting on their serious faces.
"No one said the omega girl was slippery like a fish." The first comment while watching more intensely.
"It doesn't matter, she's still an omega, we can handle her." The second adds.
So the first charges forward with his movement being so slow.
I don't know if everything's in slow motion or my brain is processing their movements faster than they can make them, but I'm loving this feeling.
I dodge his first attack, easily raising my knee up to smash his nut sack and sure enough, my ears pick off the slight sound of them being squished under the force of my blow.
He groans in pain, disoriented by it and I take the opportunity to head butt him in the face and he passes out instantly.
The second guy with the syringe seems reluctant to approach me, especially after seeing what I'm capable of but he eventually convinces himself to attack.
suddenly
He raises the syringe up in the air to stab with it but I slap it away from his arm, grabbing his wrist and twisting it till the bone snaps in my hands. I can literally hear each fiber of his bone tissues ribbing apart with my strangely sensitive hearing. He yells out in agony and I raise my left leg to kick him square in the face, sending him flying back against the wall.
In less than 5 minutes, both men lay unconscious in front of me because of what I was suddenly able to do to them.
I stare down at my bare hands, stupefied and confused.
"What the fuck just happened?"