Sorry Meal

Chapter Twelve - Sorry Meal

Laurel gazed at the door Jade just left. For the lady to come to ask her what was wrong with her fiancé, that meant she couldn't ask Stefan directly.

Was Stefan ignoring her? It made Laurel slightly glad that Jade was being hurt by Stefan as well.

"Well, she doesn't have a mate's bond with him so her feelings aren't deep. She is just a girl he decided to marry after many flings." She said dismissively.

Still, the point remained that Stefan picked that girl over her, his true mate.

His reason had lost ground also because he had executed his revenge so she was no longer his enemy's daughter. His enemy was dead.

"Are you saying, by any chance, that we should accept him if he suddenly wants us back?" Elma enquired.

Was that how she made it sound? Laurel shook her head. "If he'd want us back, he'd go through hell."

Just like he left her to rot and suffer from the mate bond, that would be his fate. Except that he'd be in a emotional and mental prison not physical.

She wasn't desperate for him anymore. Actually, she had never really been till few months ago when Lena began filled her head with mates and mate bond as she got closer to eighteen.

Her initial dreams were always to escape her father's clutches and travel the world on her own or with Lena. Now, she had just herself and Elma.

"And that's enough for me." She soliloquized.

Few hours passed and the prison got dark. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that they've not eaten anything since yesterday's morning.

She groaned, sprawling on the ground with her stomach down. Maybe it'd reduce the hunger pangs.

She could endure it but it was eating her mentally and that was what she feared.

"Hey!" The prison guard yelled from the door and began working on the keys to open it.

She remained where she was till he walked in.

"It seems you really wanna die. Why didn't you remind me to feed you, huh?" He frowned.

Was he serious? "Am I to remind you of your duties? That's your excuse of being lackadaisical?" She glared at him.

He ignored her, then roughly dropped a tray, that had a bowl of water with greens, and dry bread.

Laurel looked into the bowl with disgust. Was that urine? Or else why was it that green? Was that what he planned to feed her with?

She shut her eyes trying to control her anger. She had been enduring hunger for hours just to be presented someone's faeces or was that actually a meal?

The guard was almost leaving when she called his attention to it. "Is this… food?"

"Eat it, bitch." He continued walking to the door.

Swiftly, Laurel tossed the bread into the bowl of liquid with greens and threw it on the guard.

The mixture splashed on him then slowly seeped into his clothes then dripped to his back. The plate broke as it hit the wet floor. Laurel was fuming and she was on her feet.

He slowly turned to her with raging eyes but his eyes flickered when he saw her claws were out.

"Is that what you call food!" She shouted.

Maybe it was the hunger that made her lose her mind, or the gravity of the insult that was presented to her as a meal, but she wanted to shout it out.

"How dare you show that to me, much less act like it's actually a meal?" She advanced towards him.

He would have charged at her but the change in her eye color made him freeze. Elma took control and Laurel found her hands, strangling the guard.

What was she doing? She could kill him! And that would be troublesome. Her claws were already digging into his neck.

Taking control back from Elma, she went away from the man and watched him collapse to the ground.

He swiftly jumped back to his feet but relaxed when she didn't seem in an offensive stance.

"B-Bitch! How dare… dare you! S-Since you don't want to eat, you'd starve!" The guard stammered, while holding his neck. He scampered out of the prison.

Laurel's breathing was heavy. Was she the one who just initiated an attack? The guard should be a hunter level. So she was stronger than a hunter?

"You are an Alpha's daughter! A weak one but definitely stronger than hunters!" Elma snapped.

A smile spread across Laurel's face. It was her first genuine one since she got in that situation. She had a means to get stronger.

She always thought she was omega level but if she could overpower a Hunter then she was Lead hunter level or close to Warrior level and maybe, soon, she could get to Lead warrior level.

Lead warrior level was a rank after warrior rank but not all warriors got to it. Most lead warriors could be on par with an Elder wolf, or in rare cases, a Delta.

If she could grow to be a really good Lead Warrior then she would definitely give Cade a good injury next time he paid her a visit.

That also meant, her plan to escape the hellhole was getting closer than she imagined. It wasn't just a dream anymore.

Her mind went back to how flustered the guard had been when she rose up. He had stared at her eyes.

"Ah, Elma, do you know what color my eyes shifted to? Since I'm at hunter level, it's black, right? Or brown? Then I'm warrior level, right?"

Her wolf gave no reaction.

"Right?" She insisted. Her wolf was the only conversational partner she had. Was she ignoring her too?

"I don't know if you haven't noticed but I'm a being inside of you, not outside. I wouldn't know what your eye color was." Elma sighed.

Laurel pouted. That was true, they had to use a mirror next time. Or ask the guard. She exhaled. "Still, I am sure I felt stronger at that point."

The feeling, that she had a chance against Cade, made her skin hair tingle in excitement. The next time he tried to bully her, he'd get an injury.

But then realization hit in her - in other words, the hunger pangs. What did they expect from her? To eat that sorry excuse of a meal?

Her last shred of dignity was what she was holding unto fiercely. The universe should give her a break.

Another few hours passed and the prison got darker. The prison door began creaking again and Laurel turned to it. "What's it this time?"

The guard walked in, with a lunchbox. He dropped it then left without a word.

"Didn't you say you'd let me starve?" Laurel mumbled.

Was the guard being soft with her? Or was it fear? She swiftly opened the lunchbox and fell back.

The appetizing aroma that hit her nose was enough for her mouth to start watering. It was freshly cooked rice, with chicken soup.

Her heart began beating faster. There was no way the guard would give her this if it wasn't to kill her, right?

And he would need permission… could it be Stefan that gave it to him?

Laurel took a spoon and held her chin in pleasure. "It tastes so good. I wouldn't mind if it kills me."

Elma sighed at her, in disappointment. Laurel took spoon by spoon then paused, wondering why she was having this tasty meal?

What exactly was this random act of kindness? Didn't her mate want her to suffer?!