TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 27: Chapter 27
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SILVER-LINED WALLS
FREYA'S POV:
I read the message on my phone for the tenth time since I had received it.
She had given little to no detail on what we were going to talk about if she had gotten over our argument, if she was still pissed. Her words had been very curt and simple.
'We need to talk, meet me below the school in the basement.'
She proceeded to give a most detailed direction on how to get there, probably imagining that I'd have trouble finding my way.
Honestly, it felt a little ominous to me but I'm desperate right now. If she was finally ready to let me in, I would do it in a place she was most comfortable in - even if it was below the school, in restricted areas students were not allowed to walk into.
But would she really forgive me? Would we go back to how things were?
A part of me begins regretting rejecting Silas' offer to tag along. I had seen it as an effort to only bother me further but the company would have done well to keep my negative thoughts at bay and help me stay positive.
It's weird how much I'm starting to rely on him.
He needed to stay behind though, both of us couldn't be absent from the event. I didn't know how long my conversation with Xena would take.
I had never really had a close friend like Xena but I imagine it would involve a lot of screaming out feelings and heart-to-heart talks just like in the chick flicks my elder sister watched on the TV.
Gosh, it's only been two days but I missed Xena so much. I want to tell her how sorry I am for hurting her, how it didn't matter to me anymore and like Silas had advised, I want to prove to her with actions how much I really value her despite how I haven't really shown that to her.
Forming bonds with people when half my identity was essentially a huge lie, was hard but I wanted something more with her.
I want to really trust her and her me, even if we had so many secrets between us.
After minutes of walking down various halls, I reach a double door in a deserted hallway with a blinking light. The sign 'KEEP OUT' boldly written in black but I push it open.
I walk down a very steep stairwell for almost 15 minutes, reaching the lowest level of the building.
The entire room is pitch black, so I search for the lights and turn them on. The room looks a thousand years old if possible, with mountains of dust and various cobwebs hanging.
Some walls are wet with moss growing all over, giving off a very potent humid stench.
I'm skeptical on walking further into this floor but thoughts of Xena push me forward.
As I move forward, I look around my environment. The place looks like a run-down prison with empty cells and rusted bars.
I had read in an article before that the school was formerly a castle belonging to the first royal family of the Bloodmoon pack, dating back to 100 years ago.
This very old dungeon seems to be a part of the castle the school hadn't taken the time to tear down completely. It was either they had no use for it yet or maybe, they had decided to keep a few parts of the castle as it were.
The lights blink randomly, so I turn on my phone's torch to look on.
A drop of water leaking from the ceiling drops on my shoulder and I jump in fright before realizing it is not some undead prisoner but the poor sewage system down here.
Okay, now I want to leave as soon as possible.
"Xena." I whisper it.
For some reason, I feel as though I shouldn't yell as loud so as not to wake up something that should remain asleep.
The cryptic aura of the floor is starting to get to me, yet Xena is nowhere to be seen and I've been walking down here for a while now.
"Xena," I say a bit louder so she could at least hear me.
Why would she want to meet up in this freakish hellhole? Why not in our dorm room or at the cafeteria or some other field? This wasn't Xena's style
"Xena!"
Come to think of it, Xena doesn't text with full letters.
She shortens the number of words she needs with abbreviations and numbers, yet her text had been very literate.
No offense but she's a lazy texter.
Something is off. Why the hell am I just realizing this now?
Something falls to the ground, echoing against the walls. I gasp, turning to the direction it's coming from but darn it, there's nothing there.
Something is definitely wrong.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
No answer.
I text Xena with my phone, asking her where she is; then I send.
It dings on my phone and then I hear a chime far ahead, similar to the sound her phone makes when she gets a message.
What the...
I text again and the characteristic chime echoes once more.
Chills quickly go up my spine.
"Xena?"
Oh please, be fucking Xena.
This time I call her. A second passes and the familiar tune of her ringtone starts playing.
This is freaking straight out of a horror film and I'm about to be the stupid victim that follows the sound to their imminent death.
I follow it still, because what the hell? I don't believe in ghosts and I'm damn sure someone is up to no good. Might as well retrieve her phone in the process. 2
I follow the ringing, cautiously observing my surroundings for an ambush. I follow it into a small room. It's dark but the light from my phone illuminates the room.
There's a table at the center and there her phone lies, ringing incessantly. I slowly approach it, ending the call.
Now that I've gotten it, it's time to leave.
I suddenly hear soft giggling behind me. I turn quickly but the door shuts loudly, then some psycho cackles on the other side of the door.
I run to it tugging on the handle but it's not budging one bit. For a very old door, its hinges holds on well. If only I had the strength of an Alpha, ripping the doors from their hinges would have been easy but I have nothing but nonexistent Omega muscles.
I take my phone to dial someone - anyone. Xena is out of the question, seeing as her phone is here with me, so I call Silas.
The calls don't go through due to no service. "Really?" I yell in frustration.
I'm tempted to toss the phone aside but I hold myself back. Closing the doors must have jammed the service.
I take a go at the door, imagining that by some miracle, there's an inactive Alpha strength in me or with enough pounding, the doors would give way but it doesn't.
I'm trapped.
No one knows where I am, not even Silas. I should have let him tag along.
Tears sting painfully in my eyes with a building pain in my chest. My throat starts to feel clogged by some ball and my hands shiver.
I try to breathe slowly but it comes out jagged and rushed.
I bang on the door harder, my fists powered by my rage and yet, not a single tug.
"Dammit!"
I try to lean against the wall but it burns for some reason. Like the wall burn as though it's made of fire.
I touch it again, this time with my fingers and the searing pain forces me to gasp and flinch away. There's no other explanation for why this shiny surface stings so bad.
Silver, a wolf's greatest weakness.
At this point, I'm not even surprised. This place was literally designed to torture rogues.
I'm trapped in a silver-lined room with no ventilation and no one knows where I am except my assailant, just peachy.
I realize why my breathing is slowly becoming so labored. It was partially to fear and mostly due to the silver around, weakening me with every minute. In a few hours from now, I'd lose all strength in my limbs and muscles before losing all ability to breathe and I'd pass out from the weakness or from carbon dioxide poisoning before falling into a deep coma state.
Either way, I'm screwed.
SILAS' POV:
"Where's Freya?"
I look up to the door behind me and see the girl that
Freya desperately follows around like a chick to its mother.
I frown.
It's been hours into today's event and it's almost over. For some reason, today's been a whole lot duller than ever.
I guess it's because she's not next to me, watching with so much excitement, looking at everything like it's her first time outside and nagging at me for coming too close to her with her rose-tinted cheeks. Yet her friend is here, in place of Freya. I never really liked this friend and now, the sight of her simply irks me but I cannot show my displeasure as Freya still values her.
She glares at me without any restraint, blatantly showing her dislike for her future Alpha king; bad move, but I will let her discourtesy pass all because of Freya... Freya, she had left my side for her.
For some reason, my mind remained unfocused on everything else since she had gone in search of this girl... what was her name again, Tina?
Whatever.
Freya's absence nags at the back of my mind and I feel uneasy for some reason. For a while now, the hairs on my skin stand erect like something's not right.
"Where is she?"
Oh, she's still standing there.
I frown at her now. Of all people, she should know her whereabouts.
"How am I supposed to know?" I respond. She scowls disrespectfully. Whatever her name is, she should be grateful that my mind is preoccupied right now.
"Where is she, Silas?"
She repeats her question and I raise a brow, realizing she's actually serious right now.
"Shouldn't you know where she is? She left to meet you after you texted her."
Annoying girl.
She seems confused for some reason and I can't help but feel more anxious. Did she really not know where
Freya is? "Where's Freya?" I ask her in a more serious and demanding tone but she seems more troubled than ever.
"I don't know.
never texted her."
FREYA'S POV:
I read the message on my phone for the tenth time since I had received it.
She had given little to no detail on what we were going to talk about if she had gotten over our argument, if she was still pissed. Her words had been very curt and simple.
'We need to talk, meet me below the school in the basement.'
She proceeded to give a most detailed direction on how to get there, probably imagining that I'd have trouble finding my way.
Honestly, it felt a little ominous to me but I'm desperate right now. If she was finally ready to let me in, I would do it in a place she was most comfortable in - even if it was below the school, in restricted areas students were not allowed to walk into.
But would she really forgive me? Would we go back to how things were?
A part of me begins regretting rejecting Silas' offer to tag along. I had seen it as an effort to only bother me further but the company would have done well to keep my negative thoughts at bay and help me stay positive.
It's weird how much I'm starting to rely on him.
He needed to stay behind though, both of us couldn't be absent from the event. I didn't know how long my conversation with Xena would take.
I had never really had a close friend like Xena but I imagine it would involve a lot of screaming out feelings and heart-to-heart talks just like in the chick flicks my elder sister watched on the TV.
Gosh, it's only been two days but I missed Xena so much. I want to tell her how sorry I am for hurting her, how it didn't matter to me anymore and like Silas had advised, I want to prove to her with actions how much I really value her despite how I haven't really shown that to her.
Forming bonds with people when half my identity was essentially a huge lie, was hard but I wanted something more with her.
I want to really trust her and her me, even if we had so many secrets between us.
After minutes of walking down various halls, I reach a double door in a deserted hallway with a blinking light. The sign 'KEEP OUT' boldly written in black but I push it open.
I walk down a very steep stairwell for almost 15 minutes, reaching the lowest level of the building.
The entire room is pitch black, so I search for the lights and turn them on. The room looks a thousand years old if possible, with mountains of dust and various cobwebs hanging.
Some walls are wet with moss growing all over, giving off a very potent humid stench.
I'm skeptical on walking further into this floor but thoughts of Xena push me forward.
As I move forward, I look around my environment. The place looks like a run-down prison with empty cells and rusted bars.
I had read in an article before that the school was formerly a castle belonging to the first royal family of the Bloodmoon pack, dating back to 100 years ago.
This very old dungeon seems to be a part of the castle the school hadn't taken the time to tear down completely. It was either they had no use for it yet or maybe, they had decided to keep a few parts of the castle as it were.
The lights blink randomly, so I turn on my phone's torch to look on.
A drop of water leaking from the ceiling drops on my shoulder and I jump in fright before realizing it is not some undead prisoner but the poor sewage system down here.
Okay, now I want to leave as soon as possible.
"Xena." I whisper it.
For some reason, I feel as though I shouldn't yell as loud so as not to wake up something that should remain asleep.
The cryptic aura of the floor is starting to get to me, yet Xena is nowhere to be seen and I've been walking down here for a while now.
"Xena," I say a bit louder so she could at least hear me.
Why would she want to meet up in this freakish hellhole? Why not in our dorm room or at the cafeteria or some other field? This wasn't Xena's style
"Xena!"
Come to think of it, Xena doesn't text with full letters.
She shortens the number of words she needs with abbreviations and numbers, yet her text had been very literate.
No offense but she's a lazy texter.
Something is off. Why the hell am I just realizing this now?
Something falls to the ground, echoing against the walls. I gasp, turning to the direction it's coming from but darn it, there's nothing there.
Something is definitely wrong.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
No answer.
I text Xena with my phone, asking her where she is; then I send.
It dings on my phone and then I hear a chime far ahead, similar to the sound her phone makes when she gets a message.
What the...
I text again and the characteristic chime echoes once more.
Chills quickly go up my spine.
"Xena?"
Oh please, be fucking Xena.
This time I call her. A second passes and the familiar tune of her ringtone starts playing.
This is freaking straight out of a horror film and I'm about to be the stupid victim that follows the sound to their imminent death.
I follow it still, because what the hell? I don't believe in ghosts and I'm damn sure someone is up to no good. Might as well retrieve her phone in the process. 2
I follow the ringing, cautiously observing my surroundings for an ambush. I follow it into a small room. It's dark but the light from my phone illuminates the room.
There's a table at the center and there her phone lies, ringing incessantly. I slowly approach it, ending the call.
Now that I've gotten it, it's time to leave.
I suddenly hear soft giggling behind me. I turn quickly but the door shuts loudly, then some psycho cackles on the other side of the door.
I run to it tugging on the handle but it's not budging one bit. For a very old door, its hinges holds on well. If only I had the strength of an Alpha, ripping the doors from their hinges would have been easy but I have nothing but nonexistent Omega muscles.
I take my phone to dial someone - anyone. Xena is out of the question, seeing as her phone is here with me, so I call Silas.
The calls don't go through due to no service. "Really?" I yell in frustration.
I'm tempted to toss the phone aside but I hold myself back. Closing the doors must have jammed the service.
I take a go at the door, imagining that by some miracle, there's an inactive Alpha strength in me or with enough pounding, the doors would give way but it doesn't.
I'm trapped.
No one knows where I am, not even Silas. I should have let him tag along.
Tears sting painfully in my eyes with a building pain in my chest. My throat starts to feel clogged by some ball and my hands shiver.
I try to breathe slowly but it comes out jagged and rushed.
I bang on the door harder, my fists powered by my rage and yet, not a single tug.
"Dammit!"
I try to lean against the wall but it burns for some reason. Like the wall burn as though it's made of fire.
I touch it again, this time with my fingers and the searing pain forces me to gasp and flinch away. There's no other explanation for why this shiny surface stings so bad.
Silver, a wolf's greatest weakness.
At this point, I'm not even surprised. This place was literally designed to torture rogues.
I'm trapped in a silver-lined room with no ventilation and no one knows where I am except my assailant, just peachy.
I realize why my breathing is slowly becoming so labored. It was partially to fear and mostly due to the silver around, weakening me with every minute. In a few hours from now, I'd lose all strength in my limbs and muscles before losing all ability to breathe and I'd pass out from the weakness or from carbon dioxide poisoning before falling into a deep coma state.
Either way, I'm screwed.
SILAS' POV:
"Where's Freya?"
I look up to the door behind me and see the girl that
Freya desperately follows around like a chick to its mother.
I frown.
It's been hours into today's event and it's almost over. For some reason, today's been a whole lot duller than ever.
I guess it's because she's not next to me, watching with so much excitement, looking at everything like it's her first time outside and nagging at me for coming too close to her with her rose-tinted cheeks. Yet her friend is here, in place of Freya. I never really liked this friend and now, the sight of her simply irks me but I cannot show my displeasure as Freya still values her.
She glares at me without any restraint, blatantly showing her dislike for her future Alpha king; bad move, but I will let her discourtesy pass all because of Freya... Freya, she had left my side for her.
For some reason, my mind remained unfocused on everything else since she had gone in search of this girl... what was her name again, Tina?
Whatever.
Freya's absence nags at the back of my mind and I feel uneasy for some reason. For a while now, the hairs on my skin stand erect like something's not right.
"Where is she?"
Oh, she's still standing there.
I frown at her now. Of all people, she should know her whereabouts.
"How am I supposed to know?" I respond. She scowls disrespectfully. Whatever her name is, she should be grateful that my mind is preoccupied right now.
"Where is she, Silas?"
She repeats her question and I raise a brow, realizing she's actually serious right now.
"Shouldn't you know where she is? She left to meet you after you texted her."
Annoying girl.
She seems confused for some reason and I can't help but feel more anxious. Did she really not know where
Freya is? "Where's Freya?" I ask her in a more serious and demanding tone but she seems more troubled than ever.
"I don't know.
never texted her."
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