The Alpha’s Contract

He smiles. "You talk about Neah being your sibling, but she isn't even looking for you."

"You don't know that. You don't know anything about me!" She would be looking for me. Maybe not physically but she she had a reason to want me dead.

He reaches out and tucks a strand of my chaotic hair behind my ear. "I know so much more than you. But I think it's time to get rid of this." His fingers fist in my hair and he tugs my head back as he calls for someone.

The older woman from my first day here appears with scissors, a can of shaving foam and a new razor on a tray.

"Now you better sit still, or I might accidentally slice something I shouldn't!" Cooper muses

He takes every strand of hair from my head. Cutting it as close to my scalp as possible. I watch as dark locks fall around me on the bed and could feel the tears burning the back of my eyes. I loved my hair, but I refused to cry for him and when I find a way out of this damn prison I am going to skin him alive.

When he's done with the razor, he grabs my face, his is centimetres from mine. "In future, make sure you eat."

"You shaved my head because I didn't eat?! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He smiles and walks out the room with the older woman. The door is slammed shut and the bolt is pushed back into place. My hands go to my head. It's perfectly smooth, not a single strand left behind, like Cooper had done this a hundred times before.

I hated it. I hated him. I hated what he was turning me into.

Staring up into the camera, I wish I could rip it from the wall. It's to high for me to reach and the bed is bolted down so it couldn't be moved. I continued to stare, hoping that he was watching me. Hoping that he could see the hate that had been building inside of me.

He was the first person to truly outsmart me. I hated him more than I hated Neah. But I couldn't help wondering what she would think if she knew someone like him existed. Would she kill him? Or would she be grateful for him punishing us?

I had a feeling she would want him dead.

My eyes shift from the camera to the door. Something is happening just outside. I couldn't hear properly. Cooper had taken that away from me. Muffled sounds echo along with footsteps. Some running, some seemed to be skipping?

An alarm goes off. A big red beacon above my door flashes as the noise fills the room. The bolt on the door is pulled back and my door partially opens. No one comes in and I hear more footsteps. I glance at the drip bag attached to my arm. I had maybe twelve hours at most unless I could find another one. Either way. I was getting out of this place.

Quietly I pull the door open. There are already bodies littered in the corridor, all of which do not have a drip bag attached to them. They hadn't learned

or maybe they hadn't been told. They had made it out of their room only to drop like a dead horse.

I look up and down the corridor. Every single door is open. Someone had broken out or someone was overthrowing Cooper. I didn't care which way around it is.

I dip into one room and quickly tie

off what's left in the drip bag before making my way into the opposite room and find an almost full bag That's twenty four hours. I had roughly forty hours in total, but I had to move now. I had to get out of this place.

The building is like a maze. I try to remember all the areas that I had been taken too and map it out in my mind. I pass some other escapees, but they don't stop and it looks as if they are doing the same thing I am, collecting drip bags to make sure they survive. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

One stops to look at me, his eyes move up to my shaved head and then to the bags in my arms.

"Don't fucking try it." I snarl. I needed enough to let me find a witch, that was all I needed.

“FUCKING FIND HER!" I hear Cooper roar and duck into someone's empty room.

As soon as he passed, I race in the direction he had come from. Pushing open every door until one leads me outside.

The sun is so bright it burns my eyes. Being kept inside in a windowless room had altered my vision, but I didn't have time to stop and kept moving.

As fast as my legs would carry me, which turns out, without a Lycan, I'm pretty slow.