The Alpha's Little Slave

Chapter 102: Disadvantage

"Fuck!" Petral screamed in pain as my forehead collided with his, causing his hands to immediately let go of my chains so as to reach up and clasp the fresh bruise I had just given him. He hissed in pain, turning away as I took the opportunity to scramble to my feet and put some distance between us.

Using the chance created by his temporary confusion, I used the chains and quickly wrapped him in it, pulling it tight as the metal constricted around his body before he could even react in time. I dashed straight for the other side of the room, stretching the chains to their maximum with Petral caught in the middle. If he wanted out of it, the only thing he could do was to―

"Do you really think you’ll be able to keep me contained with just this?!" he roared, furious. Anger danced behind those red eyes of his, surging like the flames from hell itself.

He flexed and tugged, and just like that, the chains shattered as though they were made of glass and had been thrown against the rocks that trapped me in.

That, however, worked well in my favor. While it set him free, I too was free of the chains that held me down. I didn’t waste another breath. Immediately, I turned on my heels and made a run for it.

"Blaise!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, praying that they could hear me wherever they were. Mixed with the stinging scent of metal, I could smell hints of the cedar and mint lingering through the tunnels. They must be somewhere in this cave already. "Damon!"

I couldn’t care less which brother it was that found me first. All I wanted was to get out of here. Unfortunately, Petral wasn’t too keen on that idea. Just like before, he caught up to me without even much of a chase.

Within seconds, I was sent sprawling on the ground, my palms skidding against the rough soil to break my fall. Blood spilled from the torn skin of my hands, coating the ground with a smear of scarlet as the smell of blood slowly began to perfume the air. I turned around just in time to watch as light danced in Petral’s eyes, his smile growing in size as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

"You can’t outrun me, poppet," he said, his voice gleeful.

His knees were on either side of my waist while his hands wrapped around my wrists, holding me in place. With his talon-like claws keeping me down, I couldn’t wriggle free. Every movement I made sent his nails scraping against my skin, drawing more blood out as I cried in pain.

Laughter ripped from his throat, mocking and taunting as he leaned down. Slowly, his tongue trailed against the palm of my hand, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body from that ticklish abhorrence of a sensation.

"Delicious," he commented, grinning brightly. "You could’ve stayed still and played it safe. You would’ve lived― they wanted you alive."

He clicked his tongue, his head tilted slightly to one side as he continued to smile sinisterly.

"But I am sure there is nothing much that can be done if you were killed by the werewolves in the crossfire," he said. "How unfortunate. Killed by the hands of your own mates. Two of them, in fact! Would anyone even dream of avenging your death for you, I wonder?"

"Let go of me!" I yelled, kicking against his hold.

Petral merely chortled at my misery, inhaling deeply as more of my blood began to drip from the wounds he caused.

"I wonder what happens if I bite down exactly where your mating marks are," Petral mused. "Vampires don’t mate like werewolves do. But perhaps you’re different. Hey, poppet?" He leaned closer to me, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Do you think you and I can create a bond as well? I heard that mated partners taste exceptionally sweet―"

Before he could say anything more, his weight was suddenly thrown off me. I shuddered as a sharp pain tore through my wrists, Petral’s claws ripped off of me. His body was thrown wayward, smashing against layers upon layers of pillars and silver piles before eventually landing on the ground, still.

However, I knew that he wasn’t dead just from that. Vampires were tougher than just a mere throw. It would at best only keep him down for a few minutes.

I winced through the pain, chewing on my bottom lip as I looked up, teary-eyed. A familiar back came into view, keeping me protectively placed behind him just as a wave of pine perfumed my senses. His clothes were torn and ragged, most likely a result of having abruptly shifted from human to wolf, then back to human again.

I let out a choked, strangled sob when Damon turned back, his blue eyes landing on me for a second. They softened when he noted the tears in my eyes, and he turned and knelt down by my side.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I thought I heard a tinge of concern in his voice, but I couldn’t be bothered to care.

I nodded, then shook my head, looking down at my torn wrists. Blood was flowing rapidly from them but oddly enough, although the wounds hurt badly, it didn’t look like Petral tore through anything life-threatening.

Nevertheless, Damon’s face paled. An expletive slipped from his lips before he quickly maneuvered his hands under me, scooping me up in his embrace without another word.

"Hang on," he said, and without another word, he took off.

Even though the caves were filled with silver, Damon still ran as swiftly as the wind. Our surroundings blurred before me and I could only shut my eyes, burrowing my head against his chest as he leaped through obstacles. Every once in a while, a stray vampire would show, and it took him no more than a few seconds to get rid of them.

It seemed like other than Ariana and Petral, every other vampire present in the cave wasn’t strong enough to be Damon’s match. However, being surrounded by so much silver soon came with its consequences.

I could feel Damon slowing down, and his breathing slowly turned haggard. That must be why he couldn’t shift as well and had to appear in his human form.

"You’re courting death, Damon Valentine!" Petral’s voice rang out, echoing through the cave network. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Damon spun around with me in his arms, but I couldn’t spot Petral anywhere. Judging by the growing frown on his face, it seemed like Damon had no luck either.

"You shouldn’t have come," Petral continued. "Now, the only way out is death!"