24 hours.

They told me that's how long I've been asleep and kept captive in this old-style castle. Right after they dragged me to this room, they knocked me out once again after I created a huge ruckus.

That's a long ass sleep.

However, I was more than happy that they locked me up in this spacious room with a comfy bed and a bathroom instead of a cell with a rotten stench.

Wow, I'm so privileged.

I rip off the IV and hiss when I felt the tape pull on my skin. Stepping off the bed, I struggle to hold myself up, feeling drowsy and my mind was completely blank.

Blinking away the fatigue, my eyes dart all over the vast room, searching for any way to escape.

"No windows," I grumble after examining the bathroom. I plop myself on the edge of the bed and massage my temples, my head aching.

I felt like I was being drugged.

The image of Theo's annoying, yet charming face enters my thoughts. I wanted to be in his arms, hugging the shit out of him, and teasing him.

"Theo," I try even though I already knew I wouldn't be able to mind link anyone. Despite knowing this, I couldn't help but frown at the lack of response.

Think, Alex. Who would have done this?

Trying to recall my memory, I was brought back to reality by a painful throb in my head.

I kick away the heels off my feet and finally acknowledge the holster that was wrapped around my ankle. Disgusting blisters appear on my skin.

Grabbing the small, rectangular jewelry box out of its confinement, curiosity got the better of me and I painstakingly open the box.

"Oh," I breath out. I lift an amused brow and scoff. "Wow."

No expensive necklaces this time.

It was even better.

For the the first time, I thank my luck as I drag a finger over the silvery throwing spikes. It was shaped into needles, aimed to be thrown to maim the enemy just like a throwing knife or a dart.

"The world did me good this time," I mutter to myself, amazed by its shiny exterior.

Light footsteps reach my eardrums and I quickly slip the box back in its place. Using the dress to cover the holster, I calmly snapped by head towards the opened door and gave the two specimens my most heartwarming smile.

One of them was taller than the other. His face was rather mean-looking and a tattoo ran across his bicep. The tight shirt he had on didn't help in hiding his bulging muscles. The other person next to him appeared more frail and was clearly shorter. They shared the same features.

But I shouldn't be underestimating these people.

"Care to share the reason of your presence here, gentlemen?" I question them with the sweetest voice I could muster.

After a prolonged eye contact, the shorter guy nudges his companion. "Edward, I think we got the wrong room."

"There's only one room in this wing, you moron," he scolds him.

Before I knew it, he tosses a shirt and basketball shorts on my face, which fell on my lap.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," I voice out, keeping my cool.

"You should be. There's a lot more things you need to thank us for, later. You're one lucky woman," the guy named Edward mocks.

"Aww," I coo. Grabbing the IV pole and kicking it down, I continue. I ignore how much weaker my arms felt and how much power I had to exert. "Should I thank you for the wolfsbane, too?"

"Actually," he corrects me with a smug smile. "It's wolfsbane and silver."

"Even better," I smirk and lean on my palm.

The man narrows his eyes at me suspiciously and I keep my smile on my face. However, the other man next to him looks at me with an innocent frown on his face.

"Change," Edward huffs out and nods his head to the bathroom.

At least he has some decency.

After I changed, I placed the dress on one arm. Using it as a coverup, I hold the holster beneath the huge fabric and the throwing spikes between my palms.

Leaving the bathroom, I was immediately met by scrutinizing gazes.

I raise a brow at them and snapped, "What?"

Edward keeps his eyes narrowed on me and the other unnamed person pursed his lips as if he was stopping himself from saying something. Ah, smarty.

"Let's go," the stranger tells him in an unusually rushed manner.

He made a move to leave but Edward hesitates, his body tensing.

"Actually.." he drones, his brows furrowed together. I only tilt my head at him quizzically like the guiltless person I am.

I smile smugly when he slowly approaches me. "What's the matter, Edward?"

He cringes as if his name on my tongue was the most vile thing ever.

"Give me the dress," he threatens.

"I didn't know you had a thing for dresses. If I had known I would've brought an extra one. Next time, I'll make sure to bring you one." I ridicule.

He didn't take it very lightly.

His eye twitches and he was about to stomp towards me angrily when his friend stops him. I twist a spike between my fingers, getting more and more impatient by the second.

"We should go," he tells Edward with a firm voice.

"No," he replies, ripping his arm off of his grip.

He doesn't let go and repeats his words. This time, the panic was clear. "I said let's go!"

Finally noticing his hysteria, Edward turns to him and asks, "Wha—."

Before he could finish, I drop the dress on the floor and throw the spike towards him, landing on his neck. Right away, he drops to the ground, his hands frantically clutching the wound as blood dropped down from his neck to his shirt.

"Ouch," I whisper to myself. I cross my arms and keep my eyes locked on the other person as if I was quizzing his next move. After a long thought process, he snaps out of his trance and scrambles away. "Good choice."

Before he could leave my eyesight, however, I aim the spike on his tense back and watch him fall to the ground face first. At least I wouldn't have to see the betrayal on his face.

I almost felt bad. Key word: almost.

Leaning down, I glare at the convulsing body in front of me. Edward returns the glare even as he groaned and hissed through the pain.

"Sorry, Eddy," I coo. He didn't respond well to the nickname and growls at me. "I don't think there's gonna be a next time."

Leaving the man behind me whose wolf was failing to heal him, I glance at the remaining spikes.

Now this is what you call a proper gift.

I make sure not to step over the other friend as I passed by his unmoving body.

Glancing from side to side, I move from one direction to another after calling it safe. However, the castle was too big for me to find my way out and the pounding headache was not helping me at all. The wolfsbane was making the human side of me weaker by the minute and I needed to leave this confine soon.

If not, then this'll be one big mess.

Keeping a hand on the walls to stabilize my body, I force my legs to keep on moving. The silence was starting to scare me and the lack of presence was making me nervous rather than safe.

Shouldn't there be people guarding me right now?

After half an hour of searching for an exit, I was starting to get irritated. It was an infinite maze of walls and empty hallways. I was beginning to fret and worry consumes me.

That was until I was facing a window and a huge double door—a change of setting. After contemplating, I force the window latch open and look down. My eyes bulged out from the tall height.

This had to be at least 6 floors if not more. I was no way in hell gonna rip my skull open and risk damaging my face.

I have a Prince Charming to get to.

I scan the double doors next to me up and down. It's elaborate design and uncanny cleanliness was making me feel dubious than I should be. How can a door even look this pretty?

Unlike the old design of the furniture and walls behind me, the door was rather modern and new.

Deciding that I didn't have any other way, I place a hesitant hand on the sparkling, gold handles.

It looks so extravagant, it's driving my nerves crazy.

I gulp the bile down my throat and slowly push the doors open.

Yeah, um, I kind of regret doing that.

I watch, my mouth agape, as a man stares back at me. His eyes were a striking bright blue and his dirty blonde hair was slicked back. A sharp, slightly crooked nose graces his tan skin and chiseled jawline. Sitting on what appears to be a throne, he scratches his stubble and looks right at me.

Rogue King.

I wasn't gonna lie and say I'm not intimidated because I was scared shitless. The horrifying scar next to his eye didn't help either.

"So," he begins and smirks at me as if my arrival entertained him. "You finally found your way."

I take a step back only for the sound of doors slamming shut forcing me to stop my movements and made my heart beat erratically.

What kind of supernatural shit is this?

"Oh, honey. There's only one exit," he pauses and looks at me with an amused expression. "And that's through me."

Disregarding the increasingly painful throbs in my head, I use all my power to recall his name.

When I did, I try to mirror his smirk and ask, "Silas, isn't it?"

As if he couldn't look even more smug and arrogant, the corners of his lips tug upwards even more and he looks at me mockingly.

A movement to his right distracts me and what I saw made me scoff in disbelief.

"Well, well. Will you look at that?" I taunt, suddenly feeling bitter rather than panicky. "If it isn't the best and only Ian in the entire world."

___

A/n I'm not even gonna lie this chapter was absolute shit 🗿🗿

3more chapters:D