The Captive

Chapter 3

My mind is going a million miles per second. Who are these people? Why do they keep saying Alpha? Who is the Alpha? What is a mate? And the most important, what the hell is going on?

I look around the room and actually take in my surroundings, when I actually look at it I realize this isn't an actual hospital room. It sure smells like one, the overpowering scent of bleach is crazy. The room certainly looks medical with a whole bunch of cots like the one I am sitting on right now, and there are a whole bunch of medical things that I don't know the names of, but this definitely isn't a hospital, I don't know how to describe it, but it doesn't have the same feeling or something. I'm so confused and my brain keeps coming up with more and more questions that I do not have the answers to.

Ugh, thinking is hard.

Finally I can form a coherent thought. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I do know that I need to leave. I don't know what will happen if I stay, and I don't think I want to know.

Thankfully Dr. Linsky and the man I am just going to call Fish Lips are still arguing in the corner. Seriously, his lips are huge, those heart shaped things are something to be jealous of. Whoever is dating him is rather lucky.

Stop, no. I need to focus on escaping, not on lips. I jump off the bed and run to the door that Fish Lips came through. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I get through the door and turn down the hall to the right. I overhear shocked gasps and curses as they realize I am gone.

I pump my legs as fast as they can and see a split up ahead. I decide to go left this time, I have to switch things up, I don't always want to turn right. I view a door up ahead and can already see the world outside.

I can hear the squeaking of feet behind me as people chase after me. I don't care, I am so close to the door, I can hear the victorious music already. I am so close to freedom and it's like one of those cinematic scenes where the running turns slow-mo and there is a huge smile on the person's face. I feel my grin widen as I am seconds to freedom.

The moment is cut short when large, unknown hands grab me by the waist and pull me against an unfamiliar chest. The music screeches and turns to silence, I lose my grin.