20. Prison Life

Chapter Twenty - Prison life

A week had passed since Delta Sigma had become her monitor. Laurel collapsed after the sixtieth pushup.

What was going on in her head when she thought drills would equal training? They were only torture.

Still, that was all. No beating or emotional abuse, just drills and extreme exercises day in and day out.

They increased her strength and endurance one way or the other, no matter how back breaking, literally, they were. She forced herself off the ground and dragged herself to her bed.

Sigma left recently to get her brunch while his personal guard, the shy warrior that had guarded her earlier, watched her to be sure she made exactly sixty pushups. She later learnt his name was Dylan.

The news she heard a week ago about the Lycan Packs Meeting still haunted her while her brain worked out a plan.

Somehow, she had to leave the prison during that meeting. Stefan wouldn't be around, probably Jade too, as they'd attend the meeting.

Cade will be too busy filling in for his Alpha and maybe Sorren too. If she could take Sigma's and Dylan's eyes off her, she could escape the prison and hide in Darren's pack.

Sigma had chattered about how his Alpha gave a Damancas fellow one-third of the pack and he now made an abode there instead of returning to Damancas.

Darren was probably still thinking of how to save her. That was the safest place in all of the kingdom now.

"It's like Stefan doesn't care about the kingdom or he wouldn't have given it out to someone so easily." Lauren mumbled.

Dylan raised his head from the book he was reading. "Huh? Did you… speak to me?"

Laurel sighed, ignoring him. She couldn't even think out loud because of her monitors, it was so restricting.

Realizing he got ignored, Dylan's cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he went back to his book, cursing internally.

The prison door was knocked on, before a warrior peeked in. Laurel had already jumped from her bed expecting Sigma with her meal but got disappointed. She recognized the warrior was her former guard and sat up, wondering if by any chance, she was the one he came to see.

"Ah." he gasped as his eyes landed on her.

Dylan raised a brow. "Yes?"

"Lunchbox for the princess." the guard raised it for him to see. "It's not part of her daily meals though."

It wasn't? Both Laurel ad Dylan seemed perplexed.

"Did Prince Sorren tell you to give her that specifically?" Dylan asked with wide eyes.

Prince Sorren was the one who gave he and Sigma orders to handle the princess so such gifts could only come from him.

"Well… argghh!" The guard was pulled out of the door before he could finish.

Sigma walked through it, holding a tray above his head, wearing an angry pout. "What's that guy doing in my prison? This prisoner doesn't get visitors. Sorren's orders!"

Laurel frowned. "He also had orders from Prince Sorren. Tell him to bring the lunchbox in."

Sigma huffed, turning to the door. "Okay, okay. Bring the… what? Lunchbox? Does it have food in it?"

What else would it have? Laurel quickly grabbed the lunchbox and the tray Sigma had as well. "I'd look forward for my other meal, the dinner, later today."

Sigma stared at her questioningly. She was still allowed to have dinner? The guard sneaked out quietly.

"I don't get it. Alpha should just kill you already instead of feeding you thrice a day." he murmured.

"Easy for you to say." Laurel mouthed while chewing.

"What did you say?" Sigma frowned.

Laurel chewed and swallowed. "I said, it's easy for you to say because you've never been accused of something you didn't do. Big mouth!"

She knew she could speak to him like that because, strangely, his temper was slow and he only acted angry majority of the time.

It was like he was a baby who didn't feel anger but also a monster who would hurt you for no reason. No in-between.

But Laurel had learnt that if she left him "angry" at him, he wouldn't entertain any thought to hurt her. As ironic as that was.

He seemed to only hurt her when he was curious or bored.

Sigma scoffed, folding his hands. "No one accused you of anything. You are guilty. That's why you are a prisoner." He grumpily popped down on the ground.

Dylan gave him a tired look before continuing with his reading. Laurel enjoyed both meal, and as expected the lunchbox tasted better. Was this really by Sorren?

He was being really nice to her that she was beginning to wonder if she was expected to reciprocate the kindness.

Or had he realized that she was his brother's mate and was being considerate?

Maybe she would ask that when next they meet, if he'd spare her a glance this time. He was certainly more easier to talk to than his brother, Jade or Cade. And he was definitely more interesting than them.

"After that meal, hundred pushups."

The spoon fell off Laurel's hands. "What?"

"You heard me." Sigma smirked. "Any day you eat thrice a day, you work more. It's only fair."

How was that fair? The lunchboxes were lucky gifts and if she was actually required to pay Sorren back somehow then they was no need working for it.

The kid was really wicked for no reason. But then, that was just his character design.

After her meal and hundredth pushup, Laurel nearly passed out on the floor with Sigma laughing atop her aching body.

She let him stay there. His weight served as a sort of massage and as he stayed on her, he won't mind her being on the ground, resting. On the plus side, she got stronger, lighter and more agile than before. She probably didn't changed rank but she improved.

"Get off her this instant!"

An intense scent of strawberries and apples hit Laurel's nose and her tired eyes shot open. Stefan? She couldn't remember the door being opened.

Sigma smiled on seeing his Alpha. "Hey…" but he was picked up from Laurel, like a baby, and thrown outside the prison.

Luckily he landed on his feet, wearing a bewildered expression. "Sigma!" Dylan ran after him and Stefan slammed the door shut behind them. Laurel stared at him, her senses alert.

He looked really mad and his long curved claws had marked the prison door.

"What's with him?" she asked quietly.