Ella’s POV
I could barely sleep. It was the D-Day. I was excited that I couldn’t force myself to sleep even if I was drugged. I was finally going to break free of here. I didn’t have anything to pack except me.
I rushed to the dungeon the moment I was up, sneaking in to see Dalsa. I wasn’t afraid of anything now that I was about to become independent.
“You are here earlier than usual.” Dalsa chuckled the moment she saw me.
“I wanted to remind you to be ready.” I grinned.
She snorted. “As if I need any reminder.”
“Good. I will see you soon.” I said and walked out of the dungeon.
I didn’t rush and walked majestically out like the queen that I was. I didn’t have to pretend to be weak because I didn’t want those bastards to lay their fingers on me and beat me.
I wasn’t a weakling. I could defend myself. I was born of a warrior and had badass skills myself, even as a pharmacist. It was time to show them what I’ve got.
“Hey,” Peter shouted as he saw me in the corridor walking back into my room. “What are you doing outside?”
“Taking a walk.” I replied.
He must have seen the defiant look in my eyes as he grunted and walked away, muttering something that sounded like stubborn slave under his breath. I hid a smile and went to my room to get ready.
I had my bath, styled my hair in a different way than the usual I used to and made my way to the kitchen.
“You seem to be in a good mood this morning.” The chef said as he saw me walk in. “Is something good happening today?”
“Depends on what you call good.” I replied, my smile still on my face.
He seemed confused and looked away instead of trying to understand me. “Check the vegetables.”
“Yes.” I said and moved towards where the chopping board was. “Um,” I turned to the chef after some minutes. “Can I do the laundry today?”
He looked at me for a while and then nodded. “Okay, you can leave when it is time for laundry. We don’t have much to do in the kitchen anyways.”
“Thank you.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Your enthusiasm today feels suspicious.”
“What about it is suspicious?” I asked with a shrug. “Some days are needed to be happy without a reason and give oneself an emotional boost.”
He shook his head. “You are the only slave I know who lives in delusion and finds it difficult to adapt to reality.”
I snorted. “What part of being a slave is good that one has to adapt to?”
He sighed. “It would make your life easier. Foolishly clinging on to hope can hurt you.”
I didn’t bother to talk anymore. I had hope and clinging to it was finally paying off. Having hope wasn’t foolish but courageous.
I made my way to the meeting point I had agreed on with Kevin when it was five minutes to four. I spread the clothes, looking back at the tunnel he had hidden in the other day to check if he was there.
“Hey,” I heard a whisper just as I was spreading the second cloth.
I smiled as I saw Kevin and Cephas crawl out of the tunnel. It seemed bigger than it had been the other day.
“Kevin, Cephas.” I breathed as I dropped the cloth I was about to pick. I was done being a slave.
“Greetings, my lady.”
I waved him off with a chuckle and a move of my hand. “I’m not the Luna. You don’t have to greet me that way.”
Cephas blushed and glanced at Kevin who looked distressed and let out a groan.
“Ella,” Kevin groaned. “I thought you have forgiven me.”
“I have.” I shrugged, my smile still intact. “I am just stating the obvious.”
“The only obvious here is what Cephas said. You are my woman.”
“Should we go to the dungeon now?” I asked, ignoring the glint in his eyes. “I am ready as I am.”
“Wait,” he held up a hand and looked back.
I watched with wide eyes as Liam crawled out of the tunnel with five of the men.
“There might be a fight if we get caught.” Kevin said in an explanation.
I nodded.
“Greetings, my lady.” Liam and the rest of the men bowed.
I didn’t bother to correct them this time. Kevin grinned as he looked at me, a victorious smile in his eyes. He seemed to be telling me that he had won.
I shook my head in amusement at him. He could be childish at times.
“Let’s go.” I said.
“Let’s go.” Kevin said to Cephas and both men followed me.
I was able to sneak them into the dungeon because it was after lunch and most of them were in their rooms resting after the day stress.
“Dalsa.” I whispered when I got into the dungeon.
She got up from her lying position and was at alert immediately. “Ella,”
“Let me.” Kevin said. “We don’t have much time.” He said, moved forward and broke the lock with a pull of his hand.
Cephas moved forward and helped her up. “Here.” He said, holding her by the hand.
“I can stand on my own but thank you.” Dalsa smiled at him.
He only grunted in response, the usual style of a strong male werewolf who didn’t like to talk much.
“Let’s go. The others are waiting.” Kevin said, moving forward to guide and leaving Cephas to take the rear.
“Which one is your man?” Dalsa said as we made our way outside.
“The one who broke the lock.” I replied her, walking steadily after Kevin.
“Is this one single then?” She asked me without looking at him.
“I can talk.” Cephas grunted beside her.
“Oh! I didn’t know you could.” Dalsa teased.
I grinned, loving Dalsa’s new playful side. “He talks when he wants to.”
We got safely back to where the others were and were about to crawl into the tunnel when we got busted.
“Intruders are in.” I heard a loud cry. “They are trying to break the slaves free.”
I scowled as I got a clear view of who was shouting for the attention of the guards. It was the leader of the crazy cat ladies.
I groaned, wishing I could march over to her and snap her mouth shut or her neck off but she had already done the damage she needed to do.
Kevin and his men took fighting stances as the guards poured into the field. I winced as the count and his butler walked right behind her and scowled at the gleeful look in the eyes of the whistleblower.
I knew I hated those ladies for a reason.