Star

The last thing that I remembered was gently swaying as I was being carried. So, waking up in a strange bed was a really big shock to me. No, the biggest shock was actually the fact that I woke up in a very large, very soft bed. I was covered in a large, soft blanket and my head was surrounded with soft pillows.

I had never felt this comfortable, or this warm. I was usually cold, living in the stone cellar with nothing for warmth or comfort. This was completely new to me and I didn't know what to think about it.

It didn't matter how comfortable it was, or what it all meant or didn't mean, I needed to get up. I needed to get out of here, to get somewhere safe. This place was not safe for me. Not with an Alpha here.

I sat up, flinging the blanket to the side as I went. I saw the splint on my left leg and the bandages that wrapped around my right shoulder and arm. The doctor had really taken care of me. Also the blood and dirt was mostly gone. If it weren't for the clothes, and the private places that were not tampered with, I would be fully clean.

'Man, how long has it been since I was clean?' I asked myself as I looked around the room.

The room made my heart pound fast. I had never seen anything like it obviously, but it was beautiful. The bed was huge, big enough to fit several people in it, there were probably other slaves coming to share it with me soon. There were different pieces of furniture all around, dressers I think. There were two tall ones with six drawers, all empty, there was a shorter one with two columns of four drawers, again all empty.

There was also a table next to each side of the bed with a drawer in each of them as well, again the drawers were empty. A small table with two chairs sat by the window. A large green, soft looking couch in a sort of sitting area. An empty trunk sat at the foot of the bed. There were three doors, the first led to a closest with empty shelves and a long empty pole. The second door went to a bathroom. I only knew it was a bathroom because of the toilet. I probably had distant memories from when I was a kid, something that helped me identify what it was, but I couldn't for the life of me, ever remember seeing a room like this. It was big, huge really, and so clean.

The last door was locked, as I figured it would be. I wouldn't be able to leave through there quietly. I would need a new plan.

Also, I could smell that spicy scent on the other side of that door, I didn't want to go out there. Not if the Alpha was there.

The Window!

That's where I could get out. I could escape through the window. This was the first time I had been in a room with a window, did they not remember that I was known to escape, or did they think that I was too hurt like my Aunt Tina had thought?

Oh well, I was going to make my move.

I ran to the window as fast as I could. My leg was still sore, but not as bad as it was the night before. The splint was really helping to brace the broken limb and make it easier to handle the pain.

As soon as I got to the window I pushed the large cloth curtains aside, letting me see the crystal clear glass and the view beyond. The trees were huge, much closer than they were to the family house. There was still at least fifty feet from the window to the trees, but it was a startling sight. It was beautiful.

Shaking my head I dislodged the distracting thought. I had to keep moving, I had to keep going.

I slid the lock of the window to the side and pushed the window open. There was nothing else to stop me, so easy to get out. The window opened out, like two doors, and there was a small ledge at the bottom of the window frame. That would help me to climb down.

I had just put my foot over the window frame and placed it on the edge when the door to the room opened.

The soft sound of the lock clicking. The gentle turning of the knob. The hushed sounds as the wood of the door quickly and gently slid against the frame. All these sounds were soft, quiet, gentle, and frightening.

'Why couldn't I have gotten away first?' I questioned silently in my head.

The door opened gently, but quickly. I hesitated for just a moment as I looked back. But soon, too soon, I saw that I was almost out of time.

A man looked at me in shock and confusion as I straddled the window. He was tall, several inches taller than me. His hair was a shiny brown with lighter undertones. The eyes that gawked at me momentarily were a bright, shining green, but they were quickly turning darker. And he looked powerful, the muscles on his arms weren't bulging but they were well defined.

He was handsome. He made my heart pound just looking at him. He made my mouth both simultaneously go dry and flood with saliva at the same time. And he was the Alpha from last night.

Just seeing him terrified me.

'Shit!' I cursed inside my head. I needed to go now.

After that quick hesitation I was moving again. I turned back toward the window and threw my other leg over the frame. With both feet now in position I bent my knees and placed my bottom on the window ledge. I was ready to jump.

The fall wasn't likely to kill me. Looking down briefly I saw I was on the fifth floor of a really, really big house. It seemed to be around fifty or sixty feet up, but I would be fine, probably.

When I turned away from him I knew that the Alpha was mad. I was trying to run from him like I had from Uncle Howard, he probably knew all about the running away. But he was stupid for leaving me in a room I could get out of.

I smirked, thinking about how angry he would be if I got away from him after one attempt when Uncle Howerd had me trapped for years. I almost laughed out loud, but I contained it inside my head. That's when I pushed off from the ledge.

I felt myself slide forward. The support of the window frame and ledge leaving me. There was a rush of fear, and excitement, as I leapt to my freedom. There was a split second where the wind hit my face and I felt truly free. It was exhilarating.

Then I felt a hand wrap around my waist and another across my chest.

I hadn't fallen more than a few feet when the Alpha caught me. He was breathing heavy, but I couldn't see him at all with the way he was holding me. The arms I could feel wrapped around me were shaking with fury and rage. I could feel him pressed against my back, his heart pounding rapidly.

'He is pissed.' The words went through my mind just before he started to pull me back through the window. He was slowly taking steps back, pulling me with him.

He didn't let me go when he had pulled me inside, he just kept backing up until his legs hit the couch that was across the room from the window.

He sat down with his arms still wrapped around me, pulling me into his lap. His breathing was still fast and angry sounding. His heart hadn't slowed at all. He was angry, so angry he couldn't look at me. This was scaring me more. What will happen to me now?