CHAPTER 262: GET OFF ME, RAPIST!

The cold walls greeted her skin as she was thrown back into the cell. The chains locked around her hands and legs made her feel like a criminal. Angela gritted her teeth and glared at the guard who had dragged her in.

He was the only one who ever came to check on her. She had never seen his face, but she could already tell it wouldn’t be a pleasant one. The guard was always dressed in full armor, like someone ready for battle. A dark hood covered him completely.

No matter how much she tried to bend or look closer, his face remained hidden. So she stopped trying.

Angela sat quietly, watching him. He never spoke, and he never left. The silence between them was heavy. She knew no one was coming for her. She had to find a way out of here herself.

Maybe her mates had tried, but their best wasn’t enough. She still remembered how hurt Renn looked, the blood on his thighs. He wouldn’t tell her what happened or who attacked him. That memory broke her heart. She had seen it in her dream on her way here—his pain, his anger.

He had said they didn’t even know she’d been kidnapped. That made her feel worse. Leaning against the cold wall, she bit her lower lip as tears welled up. Thinking about Miss Valois made it worse.

Renn had lied to her all along. He told her his mother was dead. She believed him, felt sorry for him. But that was never true. Miss Valois wasn’t his lover...she was his mother. His real mother.

And miss Valois? The woman did not only lie to her but she betrayed her. Only the goddess knew who captured her and why she was brought to this ancient castle that looked like it housed only the dead.

"Why are you staring at me?" Angela yelled at the guard standing in front of her. Since she could not see his face, she didn’t know if he was looking at her or somewhere else. "Wait until my mates get here. They will rip your heart out. Just you watch and see."

There was no reaction from him. He stood still like a statue, not moved by her words, and that only made her angrier. She hissed softly, thinking of ways she could escape from these strange creatures.

They weren’t human or werewolves. Their scent was strange, nothing like hers or any werewolf she had ever met.

"I want to be alone," Angela said, rolling her eyes. The guard still said nothing and didn’t move. She wondered if he was ever going to leave. He had been around her all day, and it was beginning to irritate her. He was ruining her plan to escape. "Fine. You asked for it."

Angela grabbed the edge of her shirt. "I’m getting undressed because I want a change of clothes and you didn’t bring any for me."

The guard didn’t reply, but she noticed him take a small step back before stopping again. She could tell he was uncomfortable.

Angela quickly decided to take advantage of it. She lifted her shirt up to her chest, and he instantly turned away, knocking on the door. It opened, and he left without another word.

She let out a breath of relief and brought her hands down. With her wrists and ankles chained, she had to jump just to stand up from the cold floor.

Angela knew she could hurt herself if she didn’t land right, but she had no choice. "I have to do it. I can’t stay here forever. One, two, three..." She jumped.

She landed on her feet, barely steady but safe. A small smile formed on her lips. She kept hopping toward the other side of the room. It was dark except for two narrow windows high above her head. She looked up, searching for any sign of a way out.

"Shit..." she muttered, staring at the never-ending ceiling. It dawned on her that her kidnappers already knew she would try something like this. That was why they kept

her in this terrible looking cell.

Angela shook her head. It felt like the devil was walking hand in hand with her fate, trying to break her, but she wasn’t going to let that happen. She moved closer to the wall and placed her hand on it. The stone was hard and cold. There was no way she could break through it with her fists. It was hopeless.

"There has to be a way. I can’t stay locked up in here," she whispered to herself, trying to think. She had tried many times to reach out to her mates after waking up, but all she ever felt was emptiness. The bond that once connected them was fading. Maybe it was because she hadn’t completed the bond with Hiro. Whatever it was, she could no longer reach any of them.

The sound of the doorknob turning made her heart jump. Quickly, she dropped back onto her butt so whoever was coming in wouldn’t notice she was trying to escape. The door creaked open, and she saw the same guard from before. He was holding a set of clothes in his hands.

"I changed my mind about those clothes," Angela said, rolling her eyes. He didn’t move. She frowned, wondering what was going through his mind. "I prefer to stay in my uniform."

Before she could ask why he brought the clothes, the guard stepped closer and crouched at her feet. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Her heart raced with fear, thinking he was trying to touch her.

She kicked at him, and the force made him stumble back a little, but he didn’t fall. Angela’s eyes glowed with anger as she gritted her teeth. "Get off me, you rapist! Disgusting man!"

The guard didn’t respond. He only reached into his pocket, took out a key, and placed it into the lock around her ankles. The chains fell open with a loud click.

Angela froze. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Did she misunderstand him?

Oh no.

He rose to his feet and stretched out his hand toward her. His voice was deep but calm as he said, "You shall meet with the boss now."