Chapter 62 Chapter Sixty-two
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION.
Sunlight slowly crept through the narrow cracks in the window, spilling into the room and cutting through the dimness. Cyprus’s eyelashes fluttered again and again as her eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness. After several attempts, she finally forced herself awake.
Her joints cracked as she moved, and her body felt unbearably heavy, as though she had been carrying stones in her sleep. This easily ranked among the worst nights she had ever endured.
Her gaze drifted toward the door.
In a breaking voice “W-what’s going on…?” Panic seeped into her voice. “This isn’t my room.”
She scanned the space once more, dread tightening her chest. This place was nothing like her home—her warm, familiar house lined with cabinets in every corner, overflowing with medical reports, research notes, herbs, and antidotes. Her home always carried the comforting scent of brewing plants—clove, fenugreek, rosemary, and countless others.
But this place was hollow. Old. Abandoned. So silent that the fall of a pin would echo, so fragile it felt as though a strong wind could tear the roof away. A heavy stench of dead insects lingered in the air.
She drew in a shaky breath, her heart pounding violently as she tried to remember how she had ended up here.
“Ahhh—” she groaned, clutching her head as a thousand sharp pains stabbed through her skull.
Then, like a broken videotape finally resuming, fragments of what had happened earlier began to replay in her mind.
She had been at home, carefully brewing a prescription for a patient, when her door was suddenly forced open. A group of masked men stormed inside. The moment they drew close, their scent told her everything—they didn’t belong to her pack. She fought back on instinct, claws and fury flaring, but it wasn’t enough. A sharp blow sent darkness crashing over her.
When she finally came to, she was here.
“Oh my goodness… Myra.”
The name slipped from her lips as panic tightened her chest. Her assistant had been with her during the attack, yet now there was no sign of her. The silence made it clear—she was the only one taken.
Questions crowded her mind, one after another. Where was she? Who had abducted her? And why? But there was no one to answer. Since waking up, she hadn’t heard another breath, another movement—only the uneven sound of her own breathing, thick with fear and anxiety.
The more she tried to think, the worse the pain in her head became.
“Damn it,” she muttered.
She attempted to rub her temples, only to discover her hands were bound tightly behind her back. Her legs were tied as well. She lay sprawled on a cold, unforgiving wooden floor, and suddenly the ache in her body made sense. After several failed attempts, she managed to push herself upright, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through her.
A thin crack of light glimmered beneath the door. Gritting her teeth, she dragged herself toward it. Peering through the narrow gap, she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
“What is this place?”
The building was engulfed by towering trees and dense forest, so isolated it felt like the edge of the world. There were no signs of life—no voices, no animal cries, nothing but an eerie stillness.
Then she noticed shadows moving closer. Her heart stuttered as she focused, and dread settled in her chest when she realized they were two men, clad in the uniform of the Slytherin pack army.
Relief flooded her chest—finally, rescue had come.
"You idiot, what are you doing?" her wolf shrieked inside her head. "Those are the men who kidnapped us. Go on, call out to them and get us killed, you fool!"
Her hand flew to her mouth. The figures were drawing closer now, and a chill slid down her spine as she realized how close she’d come to exposing herself. Confusion twisted in her gut. They were dressed in the Slytherin pack’s army uniform—yet their scent was wrong, unfamiliar.
She dragged herself back to where she’d been sprawled before, fingers scrabbling along the floor until they closed around a small, sharp stone. She hid it tightly in her palm.
The voices grew louder. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her breathing to slow, pretending to still be unconscious.
The door creaked open and the men burst inside. The old wooden floor groaned beneath their boots as they moved. She pressed her eyes closed even harder, silently praying they wouldn’t notice she was awake.
“Welcome, Master,” the men chorused.
Master.
Her heart stuttered. The scent that followed was different—overwhelming, harsh, suffocating. This wasn’t ordinary. This was the scent of an Alpha.
Why would an Alpha kidnap her? What did he want?
“Wake her up,” the Master commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Her body tensed as she braced herself for whatever cruel method they’d use.
Cold water crashed over her. She gasped and jolted upright as the chill seeped straight into her bones.
Her eyes flew open.
“You!” she screamed, shock tearing from her throat.
Roger. The last person she had ever expected to see. And yet—he was here. He was the one who had her abducted. And worse, he carried the unmistakable scent of an Alpha.
“Surprise,” he said, his lips curling into a smile. “I know how much you love surprises, so I planned this one just for you. I hope you enjoy it.” He laughed.
“You bastard!” She lunged at him like a lioness, but his men grabbed her, holding her back. “Let me go, you animals!” she screamed, thrashing against their grip.
Roger stood off to the side, shaking his head as he tried—and failed—to hide his amusement while she struggled.
“Why did you bring me here?” she demanded, still fighting them.
The smirk vanished from his face. His eyes hardened, turning deadly as he glared at her.
“Why did you lie,” he said coldly, “about Claus being able to have a child?”