Alphas and Hunters

Alphas and Hunters: ♠ Chapter 3 ♠

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Alphas and Hunters: ♠ Chapter 3 ♠

♀ Aryl's POV ♀

And that's how we left it for weeks, and I was feeling downright suffocated.

Dad refused to bring up the subject again, and the atmosphere in the house was tense and heavy. Everyone was aware of the situation that had happened in the club, and they knew that our leader had put me under house arrest, which was simply humiliating.

Every time I trained, I had either Quinn, Anthony or anyone from our group tailing me, making sure I never wandered too far into the woods alone. I could barely even escape to the toilet without someone lingering outside the toilet door. I knew that every move I made, someone was reporting it to my father. I had tried to talk to him, or even get Anthony to talk some sense into him that he was taking measures that were unnecessarily drastic, but even Tony was concerned for my well-being, being the one who saw our encounter in first person and all.

I flushed the toilet and got out of the toilet, just to see one of the junior Hunters whip around and be suddenly entranced in examining a potted plant.

Creep, I thought as my blood boiled and I finally lost my temper. Weeks and weeks of this stupid behaviour.

"Yes, I was taking a shit, if you would like to report that to my father too." I retorted sarcastically before stalking off, leaving the poor junior's ears a bright red.

One night a few more weeks later, the rest of the house was asleep, aside from someone taking the night shift and patrolling our surroundings. Nights had become my favourite moments, as I finally had some peace and quiet, away from the tension and stress of the daytime. I would sit by the window, taking a deep breath of cool evening breeze through my nose and enjoying how refreshing it was.

These few weeks with others glued at my hip and tracking my every move had made me on edge. I missed being independent, and waking up early in the morning to go out and practice hunting by myself. You could hear the birdsong, and it was an exhilarating feeling that washed over me when I felt like I was alone in nature, tall trees all around me, dewdrops against my bare feet as I took off my shoes and pranced around on the cold grass.

Screw it, I'm done with this, I thought to myself as I grabbed an oversized sweater, threw it over my loose pyjama shirt and pulled on a random pair of jeans, before grabbing my blade, sheathing it and sliding it into the back of my pants, They can't keep me on house arrest forever. If I keep letting dad treat me like a child, I'll never be taken seriously in life.

My room was on the second floor, and if I edged onto the water pipes right under my window, I should be able to make it down easily. It wasn't the first time I had snuck out of the many houses we had moved into.

Then again, I usually don't have personal bodyguards either, I thought grimly as I unlocked my window. I slid it open as quietly as I could and shimmied out before shutting it with a quiet click, leaving a small gap for myself when I got back. I paused there for a few minutes, making sure that the patrolling Hunter had gotten to the opposite side of the lawn before elegantly hanging from the waterpipe and dropping onto my two feet with grace. I was the quietest in our class, something that I prided myself greatly in. It especially came in handy at times like this.

Without hesitation, I sprinted into the forest without looking back.

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♂ Jackal's POV ♂