Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Saving Ourselves

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[Margaret’s Perspective]

My consciousness kept drifting between wakefulness and fuzziness.

At times, I could feel something hitting the wall that connected me to the outside world, but the wall was too thick. These hits were not enough to shake it, and I could not give the outside world any response.

Sometimes when I was awake, my eyes could see the scenery outside. I felt myself moving quickly. Sometimes the sky was in front of me and sometimes the trees were mixed into a blur of green and blue. I tried to remember something in the process that might be a sign.

I also saw Elizabeth. She was being carried on someone’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to have any intelligence. Her body swayed weakly as the other party moved.

Then I realized that I looked just like her now. Angel was transporting us to a strange place.

[Donald, Donald…]

I stopped trying to hit that hard wall and tried to send Donald a little emotion with my limited mind.

…..

I tried hard to recall the scenes where Angel’s humiliation had made me feel angry and indignant. I hoped that Donald could sense them and know who had taken me.

Once again, my consciousness blurred. Darkness enveloped me.

…

…

When I opened my eyes again, I was in darkness.

I blinked in the darkness, thinking I was still unconscious, but then I felt my body recover.

My heart was pounding. I was alive.

I tried to open my mouth and found it taped shut. All I could do was whimper.

Where is this? I wondered. Where is Elizabeth?

I wanted to reach out and feel around, but my arms were tied behind my back with ropes. I could only reach my back.

Calm down. Stay calm, Margaret.

I couldn’t blindly wait for Donald to send someone to save me. I had to fight for some way to save myself.

I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly, trying to get used to the extreme dimness here. Angel couldn’t keep us in a completely enclosed place. It would suffocate us.

There must be an air vent here that was connected to the outside world. As long as there was an air vent, there would more or less be a light source and hope of escape.

Finally, when I opened my eyes for the umpteenth time, I could barely make out the outline of the room.

It looked like a warehouse that had been abandoned for a long time. There were bags and trash on the ground. I saw where the door was. A faint light came from under the door. The connection between the door and the frame was not tight. When the wind blew from the outside, it would make some noise.

I had no idea where we were. I had no recollection of our pack having such a place.

I looked around but didn’t see Elizabeth. Maybe Angel had moved me somewhere far away and locked us up separately.

I tried twisting my wrists and limbs. My body didn’t feel numb. I guessed I hadn’t been tied up for long.

Did whoever was out there already know that I was awake? If I could attack him when he opened the door, did that mean I had a chance of escaping from here? I refocused on the rope behind me. I thought of one way of escape that I had seen before.

I pushed my wrists down hard, trying to get them around my ass.

This action was very difficult as I was restrained. I squirmed on the ground, trying to borrow strength. The intense activity made it difficult for me to breathe. I sucked a large amount of dust through my nose. I kept exhaling to expel the dust from my nose. I felt that my wrists were scraped by the rough ground.

It was so close. So close.

Then my foot hit something and I heard a short whimper.

I also finally managed to get my hands around to the front from the back. I reached out and tore the tape off my mouth, struggling to feel where the sound had come from with my bound hands.

I lowered my voice and asked softly, “Elizabeth?”

The low whimpering sound from before appeared again.

I touched her body. First, it was her warm thighs, then her miniskirt. At this point, I could almost confirm that the person in front of me was Elizabeth.

I touched her face all the way up. As expected, her mouth was sealed with tape like mine. I tore off the tape.

“Margaret, sob, sob, sob, sob,” Elizabeth wailed as soon as she opened her mouth.

I glared at her, then realized that she couldn’t see my expression clearly. I had no choice but to block her mouth with my hand. In the darkness, I couldn’t see her position clearly. I could only feel that I had hit Elizabeth in the face.

She was stunned by my sudden reaction. She made a sound and closed her mouth.

Anyway, I had achieved my goal.

“Margaret?” Elizabeth said hesitantly.

“Shh—keep your voice down.”

I began to continue fighting with the rope around my hands. Both my wrists were tied together by the knot, and I couldn’t see the way it was tied in the dark, so I didn’t know where to start.

The other party used a very professional binding method. It seemed that the more I tried to break free, the tighter it held me.