Chapter 7
Either the Beginning Or The End Of My Fate
Adolfa's POV
Adolfa's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling from exhaustion. It was not easy defeating the strong Omega Kyle—the one who killed her cousin Emily. She had used this opportunity to avenge her cousin's cruel and ruthless death.
But Alpha Lyran Obsession towards her, made her to completely give up, and finding every possible means to escape from Greko Pack.
Last time her and Henry Already planned to escape from the deadly claws of the Ruthless Alpha Lyran.
But Henry Plot a huge plot twists, that was so unexpected, during the fight between Omega Kyle, Henry, dressed as part of the entertainers and servers, he plotted everything and made sure he put sleeping pills In everyones tea and food.
So when everything was alredy be perfected, he left the scene immediately, waiting for the right time to come, during and after Adolfa fight, between Omega Kyle.
The training ground was silent, save for the faint rustling of the wind blowing from the south poles of Greko Pack. The sky was Faint light blue causing Claustrophobia to some wolves
Lycans stood frozen, staring at Adolfa in disbelief. They didn't know she was the only one ready to rule over them and bring war and chaos to Greko Pack. But her plans of escaping might not yield positively, it's the beginning of her destiny.
She had just defeated Omega Kyle—a feat no one, not even the strongest warriors, had ever dared to attempt. And this part of the reason why her resolve is getting more stronger the more.
Yet, there she was, standing over his barely conscious form, her body covered in bruises and blood. Not a fringe of weakness was noticed in her.
She had won—a battle that would bring more death and chaos to Greko Pack. The weak, the strong, the old, and the young would all suffer for everything they had done.
Alpha Lyran was watching her, his expression unreadable. He knows what to do next, after their passionate night together, he will definitely make her begged for everything him.
Adolfa met his gaze, her will filled with defiance. "I proved myself. Now let me go."
Alpha Lyran's smirk deepened as he stepped closer, his heavy boots crunching against the dirt. He crouched down in front of Kyle's broken body, assessing the damage before turning his attention to her.
"You think this means you're free?" His voice was dangerously low, sending a shiver down her spine, making her tremble for a while.
Her fists clenched. "You said if I survived, I'd walk free! Why this torture and torment? You have always been an unfaithful jerk."
Alpha Lyran furiously stood up to his full height, his imposing presence casting a shadow over her. "I said you had to prove yourself, and you did."
"But what you have proven is that you're far more valuable than I thought." you have crossed your boundaries and you must face the punishment.
Adolfa's stomach twisted. She knew that look in his eyes. It wasn't admiration—it was possession. And her agony was just beginning. She waited for a while thinking the poison Henry put in all the Werewolves tea present will soon be downing an effect on Alpha Lyran, but it had no effect on him, he is too strong.
"You belong to me now," he continued. "More than before."
The crowd erupted into murmurs, some gasping in shock. Luna Prese, standing off to the side, looked livid.
"This is ridiculous!" she snapped, stepping forward furiously. "You should have executed her! She's dangerous, Alpha Lyran!"
Alpha Lyran didn't even glance at her. His focus remained on Adolfa, his black eyes gleaming with something dark and unreadable.
"She is mine now. And nothing will ever stop me from having her," he said simply.
Adolfa's breathing quickened. No. She wouldn't let him tighten his grip on her. Not when she had come so close to breaking free.
Before she could react, two warriors grabbed her arms—Tyran and Megan, the prison guards for the Wereboars and Werefoxes. They pulled her back, making her struggle.
Her body was too weak, her limbs felt heavy, and her vision blurred at the edges. The adrenaline was fading, leaving her vulnerable.
Lyran watched her in amusement. "Take her to the chambers," he commanded.
"No!" she shouted, thrashing against the warriors' hold. "I'd rather die than be your slave again!"
Alpha Lyran tilted his head, stepping forward until his face was inches from hers. "Then I'll make you beg to live."
His words sent cold dread through her.
The warriors dragged her away while fear erupted in her fragile mind like shadows.
She needed to escape, but this would be a very tough feat to overcome.
Now she realized her plan of escape between Henry and her is not coming true anytime sooner.
The room they threw her into was far from the dungeons she had been in before. Unlike the damp, cold stone walls she had grown accustomed to, this chamber was warm, lined with dark wood and rich velvet. A large bed stood in the center, draped in silk sheets.
Adolfa stumbled forward, her body was aching her completely. She turned, ready to fight her way out, but the door slammed shut behind her, locking her inside.
Her heart pounded.
She wouldn't be trapped again.
She rushed to the window, only to find thick iron bars reinforcing the glass.
Damn it.
Just then, the door creaked open.
Alpha Lyran stepped inside. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, watching her.
Adolfa glared at him. "What do you want?"
His smirk was infuriating. "This time around, you will be thrown to a more tougher dungeon," he admitted, strolling toward her. "Most Omegas would have crumbled by now."
"I'm not an Omega," she shot back.
His smirk widened. "I know."
She stiffened. Did he suspect the truth?
Lyran reached out, his fingers brushing her jaw. She flinched, but he didn't tighten his grip. It was almost… gentle.
"You surprise me, Adolfa," he murmured. "I don't like being surprised."
She met his gaze, refusing to show fear. "Then let me go."
His fingers slid down her neck, pausing just above her collarbone. "No."
Her breathing hitched.
"I will never belong to you," she hissed.
Lyran chuckled. "We'll see."
Before she could snap back, he pulled away. "Rest," he ordered. "You'll need your strength."
"For what?" she demanded.
His eyes gleamed. "To prove yourself again."
Then he was gone, leaving her alone in the silence.
Adolfa didn't sleep. She sat on the edge of the bed, her mind spinning with plans of escape. But every possibility ended with the same conclusion—failure.
She was trapped.
Hours passed before the door opened again.
Tyran and Megan stepped inside. "Alpha Lyran summons you."
She didn't move. "For what?"
They didn't answer. Instead, they grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet.
She resisted the urge to fight. If she was going to escape, she needed to be smart.
They led her through the halls, past Lycans who watched her with curiosity and disdain.
Finally, they reached a grand chamber—a large throne room lined with high pillars. At the center stood Alpha Lyran, his dark eyes locking onto hers the moment she stepped inside.
Luna Prese stood beside him, arms crossed, a wicked smile on her lips.
"We have a problem," Prese said, turning to the gathered Lycans. "This girl—this thing—Lets feed her to the fox."
Adolfa's muscles tensed.
"Her Flesh must be torn completely," Prese continued, stepping forward. "She isn't like us."
The Lycans murmured among themselves.
Adolfa clenched her jaw.
Prese smirked. "She has powers she shouldn't have. And I say we let the Fox deal with her."
Lyran's gaze darkened. "What are you suggesting?"
Prese's smile widened. "Another public challenge. That will definitely lead to her death."
The room fell silent for a while as suggestions were made.
Lyran studied her for a long moment before finally nodding. "Very well."
Adolfa swallowed hard. She didn't know what Prese had planned, but one thing was certain.
She had just stepped into a deadly game that might either be the end of her or the beginning of her fate.