The Autistic Alpha

The only thing stopping Imogen from killing herself was the belief she hadーthere was nothing that would break her in this worldーthat song was one that never left her, but was threatening to take her breath from her. She stood on the balcony, her eyes glued on the wolves in the forest while humming a beautiful song she'd never recognized. Her voice echoing through the woods calling the presence on nature itself. The door swung open behind her. Moira came in, a wide grin tugged across her lips. Her hands trembling at her sides, yet her face etched with excitement. She stepped further. "You're here." Moira's voice was calm and calculating. The glee she had from the beginning disappeared almost instantly. Imogen didn't act like she heard anything. Her body stiffened while leaning over the guardrail. Tears threatening to fall, but she held them back. This wasn't the time to be weak. "You shouldn't be sad," Moira said calmly, placing her palm across Imogen's shoulder. Her silk midnight gown trailing behind her. As soon as Moira's palm landed on her shoulder, she flinched subtly as if she wasn't aware of the presence in the room. Her mind clouded with thoughts that threatened to swallow her awareness. " Give me a reason to stay strong, Moira." Imogen said, sniffling. " Mum's gone, and dad is there deciding my future." " He is doing it for your own good, and nothing else." Moira said, She turned her head, looking at Moira for a second before returning her focus back to the beautiful view of the forest. 'Nothing could be worse than someone taking sides with a devil.' She thought to herself, " You aren't saying anything, Imogen." " If only you were in my place," She retorted. " What the hell is he doing that is for my own good?... No. Just think about it." She paused, her hands flying above her head. "Is it the fact that I would he forced to marry a man I don't love?" She asked, her rough on edges. " Don't say that." Moira retracted her hand back to her side. Pressing her lips together like her plan was backfiring. " Just move." Imogen shoved past her, nearly pushing her off the balcony as she strode out of the balcony. Her baggy jeans making her look like she'd just come from a fight, her hair bouncing across her shoulders. She headed straight down the stairs, her hand gliding across the cold silver looking guardrail. Her mind clouded with dark thoughts and self blames. 'Why the heck was I even born in a royal family?' She thought inwardly, 'Why can't I just live a normal life like others without getting tangled with politics?' Each thought matching the sound of her footsteps as she kept jamming her foot to the floor as if the earth was the real reason she was in this state. A maid stopped in front of her as soon as she stepped down from the stairs. The maid bowed curtly, hands crossed at the front of her fabric. A warm smile across her face. " Your highness, his majesty needs your attention in the throne room." She said, " Tell him, I would be there." Imogen said, " You wouldn't want to face his wrath Imogen," A familiar masculine voice resounded from the hallway. Imogen didn't have to look up to know who he was. Dastan, her father's right hand man. She tried not to look at him. Staring down at the maid, her face frowned slightly. Eventually she turned, heading towards the throne room. She didn't have a reason to even change her mind since the big guy has intervened... " Father!" She called as soon as she entered the throne room. " Go get dressed in some more feminine clothes. The groom will soon be here and you need to look perfect." " What?" She exclaimed, her face frowning. Gritting her teeth slightly. " You heard me right, Imogen." The king as said, his voice quite stern. " Get ready, the groom will be here soon. You need to look more woman than a man going to the gym daily." He hissed, Imogen rolled her eyes at her father's words, a low oomph escaped her lips. " Yes father," she scoffed. She didn't have a choice. Turning around quickly, she headed out of the palace. But, she doesn't have the plan of going back to her room to dress up. Dressing up and the whole big dress was not her thing and she always think she would die if she does. Especially the fact that she was in the royal family and dressing in big dresses was a custom. Out of the palace, going straight down the hill. There was no reason for her to get dressed. She wasn't going to appear either. Her father couldn't determine her fate. And her father doesn't even know the one she loves. And now he was marrying her off to people just for money. Imogen sat at the hill for several hours. She kept murmuring and muttering words to herself even to the extent that she began talking to animals that didn't understand her. She didn't know how to vent her anger and that was how mad she was. Unable to think straight. --- The palace was filled with the elites of the Fae kingdom as they welcome the groom. A young dazzling Alpha with chiseled jaw and a dark stricken crimson red eyes. His presence exude aura. "In return for my daughter I hope we are able to get what you promised, Alpha Blake." The king said aloud. His voice echoing through the hall. Blake didn't answer. He just stared at the king. His eyes flickered. Blue for a second, changing back to the formal red. "Yes." Short, sharp as blade. His voice punched through the holes of the palace. Not loud, but his presence speaks. "And that's more I like it." The king said, a wide grin across his lips. " Get the princess!" --- Somewhere deep in the forest, Imogen was still angry at her father. She constantly broke everything that had approached her path. And the forest was aware of her presence. She lifted her gaze to the sky only to find it change the next second. It was as if the sky had some colouring. And it wanted to look more beautiful than it was. But, she knew who it wasーher father. “f**k you dad.” She cursed, “I ain't coming there for you to get me married to a man that I don't love.” She muttered,