“Are you ready for it?”

As a kid, whenever I used to see my father giving someone an injection, or whenever I used to get an injection, I used to cry so much. My parents always laughed it off and say that it was funny that I hated injections and blood despite my own father himself being a doctor. It makes no sense, but it did, to them.

I liked chemistry. I liked the chemical aspect of it. But when it came to blood and the syringe, I ran away.

Never had I thought as a child that one day will come when I'll be standing with that very syringe in my hand, ready to kill someone to save my own life.

Life works in unpredictable ways, I guess.

Things we never think will have to us, things we never prepared for, happen. And we have to survive through them. That's how it is.

When we are kids, we are so oblivious to the evil world outside. We are like in a little cocoon, protected and looked after. My parents always pampered me and babied me to the extent where I fell in denial. I refused to believe that things could go wrong and like isn't after all a fairy tale. I am their only child, and they protected me with all they had— so much so I forgot how to protect myself. And I guess, I'm paying the price for it now.

When I first met Chance as a mate, I was so happy. I felt like my fairy tale has finally come to a beautiful end. But I was so wrong.

I was so wrong because I didn't realize that it wasn't the end of a beautiful fairy tale, but the beginning of a harsh reality.

Maybe it was because of the fact that I had always been so protected— that I refused to see how much he could hurt me. In my head, I always felt like things would get better. I never gave much thought to how much he could break me. To me, all mates were like my parents— my parents who can't even see each other in slight pain.

But then life happened and the truth slapped me in the face so hard that I couldn't get back up. I kept falling. I fell, again, hoping for someone to lend me a hand and prevent me from breaking my bones. I fell freely, seeing everything around me, experiencing the burns, the winds, the waters and the sun.

And then, I finally slammed on the ground, breaking several bones.

But I survived it all. It was a tough journey and it is not gonna get easier either, but I knew, that if I could survive this, I could survive anything.

I had bones broken, self esteem shattered, hopes crumpled— but that's how I found myself. It took me a hell lot of a time. But I finally did. And broken or not, I was ready to fight for myself.

So when the door of my little cellar opened one last time, bringing the devil himself inside, I knew it was time.

Because he had that ugly smirk on his face and I had a weapon in my hand.

I knew that I didn't have time to overthink anymore.

"That won't be needed." A sudden voice said from behind us and we all turned around to see the most unexpected figure standing at the door.

"Alpha," Katherine whispered, her eyes showing her surprise as we all looked at the 40 year old walk into the room.

"I got a call from the Alpha who had witnessed your fight and he told me everything." He shook his head in disappointment and pursed his lips.

"I don't even need to mention how disappointed I am with my son. I had always known he's the rebellious one. But his mother...she trusts him too much." He sighs, "but anyways, I feel like I owe you an apology, Chance." He looked at me. "From my son's side, I apologise to you for having put your mate in such a dangerous situation..."

I kept shut, I didn't really know what to say. To be honest, I didn't think that he should apologise for his son's deeds, because he didn't deserve this.

"But I'd say that I am upset because of what you did too, Chance." He frowned at me and gave me a stern look. "That poor girl didn't deserve the way you treated her, and had this not been such an emergency situation, I would have lectured you real bad. But since you've know seemed to assemble yourself together, I'll help you."

"You have my permission to take my warriors. I'll give them the orders and they can't refuse to them. I won't come with you, because I have to keep an eye on my own son here, to make sure that he doesn't create more nuisance."

"Thank you, Alpha. Thank you so much—" I begin saying, not being able to actually express how much the help meant to me when Ryder grabbed me arm and started pulling me towards the door.

"Alright we get it, Chance. Now we have to hurry up, we don't have eons."

I nodded and send Alpha another grateful look before jogging out of the room.

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"Alright, so here we have the map laid out in front of us, and we suspect them to be somewhere here...right?" Ryder looked up at me for confirmation and I nodded.

"Alright, so my plan is that Katherine and I will attack from the front first, and then, you can enter with a couple more warriors. Rest of the warriors can attack from the back along with Katherine's father and brother."

I nodded again, trying to concentrate. But I don't know why my brain was diverting everytime. I was trying so hard to listen and make sense out of his words, but it was like they were buzz to my ears and I kept spacing out.

"Chance? Are you okay?" He clicked his fingers in front of my face and I blinked, trying to focus but it seemed hazy.

I was sure that I was going through the most bizarre thing on earth when I felt a pain start from the bottom of my abdomen to my chest.

My eyes widened and I gasped, doubling over. This pain was like fire. Like nothing I've felt ever before. I had thought it was horrible, but then it reached my heart and I realized how much worse it could get.

My head started hurting and whenever I closed my eyes I could hear screams in my head. They were not very clear, but they were there.

It didn't me anytime to recongnize the voice.

'Lupus, what's happening?' I asked, even my voice in my head was shaky and I fell on my knees, my entire body burning in the impact and there was just so much pain in my abdomen and my heart that I felt like I could throw up.

I checked if he was even there— and he was, he indeed was— but he looked so paralysed. Like he was in shock.

'Lupus?' I whispered, it hurt even more to see him like if possible. His eyes looked blank and he looked like he had seen a ghost, like his dreams had been shattered and like he could never be alright again.

'What... what happened?' I asked again. Even though I knew it was her whom I had heard in my head, I kind of was in denial. I was hoping him to tell me that she was okay that I was just imagining things.

But the way he was behaving— it scared me.

It scared me because it confirmed the fact that they have hurt her again and it made me want to snap their necks in two.

'She...' he began, and then gulped, as if words had refused to come out. If he was in the human control right now, he would have cried, I could tell. And he never cries— like ever. So seeing him like this— it was petrifying.

'She...they hurt her,' he said, his voice thick in emotions. 'They hurt her again, Chance. I saw it...I saw how they...oh god. I don't know how, but I feel like her wolf just gave her last shreds of energy to make me see what happened and I...I can't...'

I wish I could reach out to him and comfort him, but I wasn't doing too well myself.

'Can you still see them?' I asked and he shook his head.

'No...' he whispered. 'But you still feel the pain, Chance. That means they didn't stop. That means that bastard...he, he did what he wanted and...no..." His voice was going panicky.

I stayed patient, another wave of pain had hit me and I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming out loud as I ignored the background voices of Ryder and Katherine trying to help me.

'What did he...' I begin asking.

'I saw him tearing off her clothes, and I saw him forcing himself upon her...she looked so broken...how could he? She fought, Chance, our girl fought so hard...but I can't see anything anymore...'

He didn't finish his sentence, he didn't have to, because as soon as his words registered in my head— I had had enough.

It was like the final brick on top what fell down immediately.

And I screamed.

I screamed so loud that I felt like my lungs would collapse— like I had collapsed, under the weight of the mess, I had started.

"Missed me?" He said, walking forward, with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

I gritted my teeth, my heart filling with immense hate and disgust for the specimen but I managed to not let it show on my face.

I kept a blank face on while saying,

"No, I wish you never turned up."

I wanted to anger him. Because when he's angry, he takes rash decisions and let's his guard down a bit.

But it didn't anger him and my plan failed as he started laughing quite bitterly.

"Oh you're so funny." He pretended to chuckle but I could tell that he was pissed.

I smirked a bit now. Close enough.

"Yeah, you are not too bad yourself. Your performance makes me laugh."

I wanted to offend him as much as I could. I couldn't have him have a nice mood because then he would have seen the syringe in my hand.

His eyes showed how angry he has gotten by my statement and he clenched his jaw, growling lowly at me.

"What did you say, you weak bitch!" He said, grabbing my hand by his hand, squeezing it.

I gasped, gaining some air, my lungs already burning.

But I looked at him right in the eye and repeated my words.

"For how masculine you pretend to be you sure lack performance." I said. I know my words were wrong and masculinity has nothing to do with it. But you fight a stereotypical man with stereotypical bullshit only.

People like him who pride over their fake masculinity so much are taught a lesson in this way only.

"I'd finish you, you slut." He growled again, his eyes falling on my shirt for a second before he noticed the animal in the room.

"Wait, who gave this shirt?" Keith asked, looking even more agitated then before. His hold on my neck loosened.

I took the moment to smirk and shrug at him, making him snark at me.

"I asked you a fucking question, bitch. Who gave you this shirt!"

I looked at him right in the eyes, my grip on the plastic syringe tightening behind my back as I prepared myself for it.

My hands couldn't shake now. I couldn't afford a mistake.

And I won't. I'll prove myself to myself.

I smirked at his face, mocking his existence as I said, "Your death."

Those were the last words that left my mouth before I brought my hand from the back, grabbing his shoulder and stabbed him in the neck. I injected whichever poison Patricia had given to me directly into his bloodstream.

He tried to fight, he tried to slap me and remove the needle, but it was took late, and by the time, he freed himself, the poison had shown it's effect.

I heard his screams and cried as they satisfied my heart when he fell on his knees to the ground right in front of me.

"Women are not weak." I hissed at him, telling him the fact one last time making sure, that these were the last words he heard before dying as I saw him wither to death in front of me.

My eyes shone with tears of pride but I knew it wasn't time to celebrate yet. I had to run.

With a last look at the dead body in front of me, I ran out of the room into the corridor to see it eerily empty.

My eyebrows furrowed at how strange it was, but I didn't waste time before I started to run down the right side.

I had no idea where I was going, but Patricia had told me that this side was safer.

I ran for a short while before I came in front of a wooden door, making me stop right there.

I wheezed and caught me breathe, remembering how she had told me to avoid the first wooden door because it leads to the cyanide Chambers.

I looked around and show a little window on the top of the wall to my right. It was the only other way than the door.

I nodded to myself, and started looking for something to step on, when I felt a hand on my shoulder making my eyes widen.

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