Trying to escape from them

Trying to escape from them
The last thing I remembered before going into heat was Xavier giving me his top layer of clothing before rushing out of the room, leaving behind only the heavy thud of the locked door and the faint scent of worry clinging to the air. I pushed the clothing under me and shoved my face into it, taking in his lovely, seductive scent that wrapped around me like a drug. See, the thing he probably didn't know is that omegas could smell intense emotions—cravings, fears, lust—all of it, sharp and undeniable, meaning I could smell his arousal right off his clothes, which exited me more. It was rich and earthy, soaked deep into the fabric, overwhelming my senses. I couldn't control myself and began dry humping his clothing while my face was shoved into them, desperate for even the smallest scrap of him.

The only thing that stopped me was the strong, dominant scent coming from the door. I slightly looked over while humping the clothes to see both Xavier and Winston staring at me, eyes wild, breathing unsteady. I whined from the strong aroused smell coming off them and tried to go to them, my body reacting instinctively, but the chains stopped me. Cold, heavy metal bit into my wrists and ankles. Xavier began walking up to me, kneeling down in arm's reach, eyes locked with mine. I moved myself out of the wadded-up clothing and climbed on top of him, humping his leg, desperate for friction, for warmth, for touch. I whined louder when I felt hands grope my lower area, need burning through me like wildfire.

"Xavier, he's not ready yet," Winston said, but I could barely understand him, the words slurring past my fevered mind. "This is driving me insane," Xavier replied, voice low and gravelly, causing his body to vibrate as he spoke, which only made things worse. While I humped his leg, I lifted myself up and began rubbing my scent onto him, pressing our necks and faces together, marking him like my instincts demanded. At this point, I knew my instincts had completely taken over and I had no say in any of my actions. I was no longer me, just heat and desire wrapped in skin.

"Bring me the suppressant," that's what I heard from Winston before everything became a blur, my mind clouding over with an overwhelming fog.

.....

I woke up covered in sweat and tears, every inch of my body aching like I'd been ripped apart and stitched together again. My hands hurt severely, raw and trembling. I tried to lift myself up, but I was too weak, that was until I heard the door creak open, a soft, ominous sound that sent a jolt through my spine. I let out a low growl, warning and instinctual, slowly pushing myself up with the little strength left in me. Xavier began stalking over to me, steps heavy, deliberate, which I didn't like at all, and soon enough he was just inches away. He started to lean down and I eyed the small stuffed bunny that somehow was still here, untouched by the chaos.

I noticed his hand graze over it and I didn't hesitate to pull my claws out and tear into his arm's flesh with a snarl. He managed to tear his arm out of my grasp, leaving blood scattered everywhere, the scent of copper filling the room.

I thought of something that I hadn't before, and that was a way I could possibly get out of these chains—transforming into my wolf. Once he let his guard down, I moved back and looked down, focusing everything on the shift. I tried my best to transform into my wolf, feeling the heat surge through me. I felt and heard my bones crack and reform into a different shape, my mouth grew in size, and my clothes tore apart around my expanding form. I took in a few deep breaths and smelled the new, stronger air, listened to the louder, sharper sounds, and felt around in the new, unfamiliar feeling room. I was transformed fully and way bigger than the chains, causing them to break off me like twigs.

Xavier didn't have enough time to react because it all happened too quickly, and I managed to get past him and run out of the room, leaving him behind in my tracks, stunned and bleeding.

I ran as fast as I could through the foreign halls, bumping into many people who were in the way, their shouts and curses trailing behind me.

The weak muzzle immediately tore into shreds once I transformed, and I was now free to protect myself as needed. I heard several gasps from the many bystanders as I flew through the halls, their expressions frozen in horror. Suddenly, the entire house shook, a tremor in the earth that caused me to almost trip and fall. And out of nowhere, I heard the loudest yell I had ever heard in my many years of living, a voice like thunder:

"SO HELP ME IF ANY OF YOU LET HIM STEP ONE FOOT OUT OF THIS DAMN HOUSE I WILL PERSONALLY RIP OFF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR HEADS AND SEND THEM TO THE PLACE YOU CALL HOME AS A REMINDER OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU FUCK WITH WHAT'S MINE."

I ran as fast as I could while every guard, guest, and servant in the building chased after me, terrified for themselves and the outcome of what would happen if I were to escape. I knew I was fast but not faster than the upper-class werewolves, especially due to my broken hands. The only reason I was able to run right now was one, adrenaline, and two, me being in my wolf form healed them enough for me to be able to get this far. But I knew sooner or later there would be a stampede of people right on my ass and I just needed to give up or I was fucked.

Still, I couldn't stop. I wouldn't. Not now.