Where do you think you're going

Ava and Emma's Room – Around 10pm

Ava's POV

The night dragged on, the sounds from the sitting room echoing in the quiet corners of our room. Every moan, every grunt, felt like a punch to the gut. It was hard to focus on anything other than the overwhelming disgust that pooled inside me. I could tell Emma felt the same. She was stiff, her shoulders hunched as if she was trying to make herself smaller, trying to disappear from the world she had been trapped in.

But we couldn't disappear. Not yet.

"We have to be smart about this," I whispered, watching Emma as she trembled, her eyes glued to the floor. "This is our only shot."

She didn't look up immediately, but when she did, her face was pale, eyes wide with fear. "Ava… what if they catch us? What if we don't make it?"

"We will," I said firmly, grabbing her hand. "We have to believe we will. If we don't, we've already lost."

She wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself. "But how? They're always watching. They know everything."

I nodded, pacing slowly. "I know. But that's why we need to make it look like nothing's changing. Keep our heads down, do what they want for now. But when the time comes, we move."

I could feel my pulse quicken as I spoke. I knew we couldn't afford to wait much longer. I had to be careful, calm, but deep inside, something was building—a fire, a hunger to escape this nightmare.

"What if we just… take one of their cars tonight?" Emma asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I froze, looking at her. "Tonight?"

Her eyes shone with a mix of desperation and determination. "Why wait? The sooner, the better. They won't expect it. If we wait too long, something could happen, and we'll lose our chance."

She was right. Every second spent in this house was another second we could lose. But at the same time, rushing it without proper planning could be the end for us.

"We can't just rush into this," I replied, biting my lip in thought. "We need to make sure we have everything. Money, a place to hide. And we need to pick the right car—one that won't be traced back to them."

Emma sighed, slumping onto the bed. "You're right. I just… I can't stand being here anymore. Every day feels like a countdown."

"I know," I said, walking over to her and sitting on the bed. "But we'll make it. We'll get out of here. I swear it."

She didn't respond, but I could see the small flicker of hope in her eyes. It was barely there, but it was enough. We would make it.

Sitting Room – Alpha Leo's POV

The women were still there, lingering in the background, their eyes occasionally flicking toward me and Rex. I could feel their unease, and I reveled in it. They were nothing more than distractions. There for my amusement, just like everything else in this damn house.

Rex had already had his fun, leaning back against the couch with a smug expression on his face, as if he were waiting for me to take the lead. He always did enjoy these little games. I didn't care for them as much, but sometimes, power had to be displayed in the most primal ways.

When the women finished, I let out a sharp, dismissive sound and waved them away. They scurried off, their steps quick and uncertain. I was done. I didn't need them for anything else.

"You know, Leo," Rex said, his voice low and almost playful. "I wonder how long they're going to keep pretending they don't care."

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a quiet, calculating expression. "You think they'll break?"

Rex shrugged, a smirk on his face. "It's not about breaking them. It's about making them realize who's in charge here."

I chuckled darkly. "You sound like you're enjoying it too much."

He leaned forward, his grin widening. "It's not enjoyment, Alpha. It's control. And control is everything."

I stood up and walked toward the large window, staring out at the moonlit grounds. "I'll make them submit eventually. I always do."

But as I spoke those words, a strange unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Something was shifting—something I couldn't quite place. The tension in the air was palpable. Ava and Emma… they weren't as broken as I thought they were. They had something inside them—something that I might not be able to crush.

And that thought was dangerous.

Ava and Emma's Room – Ava's POV

The quiet of the night was oppressive. The house was still, but I knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. I turned to Emma, who was staring out the window, her gaze distant. I could tell she was wrestling with the same thoughts I had.

"We have to do it soon," I said softly.

Emma nodded but didn't speak. Her mind was a whirlpool of fear and uncertainty, but I knew she would follow me. She had to.

I moved toward the door, peering out into the dark hallway. "Tonight's the night, Emma. We can't wait any longer."

She turned to me, her face pale but determined. "Let's go."

The sound of our footsteps was muted against the carpet as we crept through the house. Every shadow felt like it was hiding something—some danger, some threat. But we couldn't turn back. Not now.

As we reached the back door, I glanced over at Emma. "This is it," I whispered.

She nodded, her hand gripping mine tightly. "We'll be free."

We stepped into the cool night air, the breeze tugging at our hair as we made our way toward the garage. I could feel my heart racing, pounding in my chest as we approached the line that separated us from the pack's territory and the outside world.

But just as we were about to reach the car, the door slammed open behind us.

"Where do you think you're going?"