Destined To Be Theirs

Episode 2

Adija’s Pov

Surely there must be a mistake. Why exactly would the Alpha choose me as his mistress? There must be some kind of mix-up. I looked around and saw all eyes on me, the other girls glaring in displeasure.

Within seconds, a couple of maids walked towards me and grabbed me, leading me away. I didn't bother to struggle, following them obediently while wondering what awaited me. What exactly was going on here?

They soon took me to a room where they bathed me, dressed me in something more comfortable, and began their work on me. Despite their efforts, I couldn't shake off my confusion. Why did he choose me? They eventually brought me in front of a mirror. I looked just like a typical mistress, beautiful but then I wasn't proud of the dress I was wearing which did little to cover my nakedness.

"Wait here for a while. You will be seeing the Alpha soon," one of the maids said before leaving me to my thoughts. I stared at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath and wondering why the Alpha had suddenly chosen me.

The entire situation felt unreal. Just then, the door flung open, jolting me out of my thoughts. I jumped a little in my chair and turned towards the sound.

A woman stormed into the room, looking absolutely stunning. Her long, wavy black hair framed her face, and the dress she wore barely covered her chest. Her expression was angry, soon turning to one of disgust as she slowly scanned me from head to toe. I sat there, wondering what was going through her mind. Was something wrong with my face? I didn't bother to ask.

"So, you are the new w***e," she finally spat. I looked around, unsure of who she was referring to, then pointed at myself nervously.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked. She tilted her head, making me even more nervous. I lowered my eyes, unable to maintain eye contact with her.

"Stand up when I am talking to you," she growled. I hesitated for a bit, slowly rising to my feet as I kept my eyes glued to the ground. I was always being bullied, and this was no different, so I didn't know exactly how to stand up for myself in situations like this.

Her eyes traveled up and down my frame as she said, "How does one go from someone like me to someone like this? She's even oversized! I don't understand what he saw in someone as ugly as you." It suddenly occurred to me that she was his mistress before me, which explained why she was so angry right now.

How do I tell her that I had no interest whatsoever in the alpha? If I could leave this position I was in right now, I would do that without thinking twice about it.

"You are not going to last very long here 'cause I will make sure of that," she said in a somewhat threatening tone. "And then again, I don't have to do much. Let's see just how you survive with them." She stomped out of the room like a raging bull.

I sighed in relief as soon as she was gone; she had such a strong aura that made me very afraid of her, but what does she mean by “them”?

"Do not think too much about her words," one of the maids said softly, her eyes meeting mine with a bit of sympathy. I turned to look at her fully, and she added, "Mistress Veronica hates competition. Look out for her because she has what it takes to make life hell." She wrung her hands nervously as she spoke, glancing towards the door as if expecting Veronica to return at any moment. I didn't know if her warning was supposed to make me feel any better, because it just made me feel worse.

"The alpha is waiting for you," another maid said as she entered the room, her voice low. Fear immediately took over me again, my legs shaking, my hands trembling so badly that I had to hold them together to hide it.

Thoughts of what Alpha Zarek might do to me tonight repeated in my mind. I had heard so many stories about him, and none of them made me happy to meet him.

As I walked down the corridor towards the alpha's room, I couldn't help but wonder, what did Mistress Veronica mean by saying I wouldn't be able to handle them? My heart was beating in my chest, and my breath came in shallow.

What if the alpha was a monster? An ogre? A terrifying beast? But then, if his appearance was that bad, I didn't think any of these women would have been excited to be his mistress. Still, what is so bad about him that he is to be feared? I had a lot of questions, but unfortunately, none of them would be answered until I saw the alpha with my own eyes.

We finally arrived at the door to the room, and the maids waited behind, telling me to go in. I turned back to look at them, wondering if I should really go in, and they gave me a nod of assurance, urging me to walk into the room.

I took a deep breath as I gently pushed the door open. I stepped into the room, looking around nervously while the maid shut the door behind me. I jumped in fear, knowing there was no means of escape now. All I could do was pray the Alpha would let me go easily.

I took small steps further into the room, glancing around, but there was nobody there. It was uncomfortably empty, which made me very scared. Was the Alpha really in here? I didn't know. My chest rose and fell with panic as each breath seemed difficult to take.

Beads of sweat ran down my forehead as I gulped, trying my very best to keep myself steady in this awkward and difficult situation. Should I sit somewhere and wait for the Alpha? I didn’t know what I was supposed to do at that moment, so I just stood there, completely shocked and frozen, all the while looking around the big room.

“You look a lot different up close,” a deep voice said behind me. I jumped in fear, letting out a small scream as I turned around immediately to see who it was. Shivers ran down my spine, and my skin erupted with goosebumps as I made eye contact with Alpha Zarek. He stood at an impressive height of 6’4”, towering over me, and I had to crane my neck to look him straight in the eye.

I had to admit, I now understood why those women wanted to be with him so badly. He was very impressive to look at. His features were perfectly aligned on his face, his black hair falling effortlessly around his face, partially covering his piercing gray eyes. His physique was out of this world, like a Greek god that was perfectly and carefully crafted. What the hell was I staring at right now?

His eyes traveled up and down my features as he smirked to himself, a smirk so captivating it stirred different feelings inside me at that moment. How could a man so perfect to look at be so murderous and destructive from the tales I had heard of him?

“Human?” That was all he managed to say, and my fear intensified as he shook his head and corrected himself saying, “Not human, just without a wolf.” Was he having a conversation with himself? What did he mean by that?

How was he able to tell I didn't have a wolf already? I was past the age of 18 and hadn’t gotten my wolf yet, so it was quite obvious that I was nothing but an omega, but how could he tell almost immediately?

He walked away from me, giving me a moment to breathe as he went to a table and poured himself a glass of wine, immediately gulping it down in one go while I stood there, nervously staring at him and waiting for him to say something.

What was he going to do to me tonight? What exactly did he have planned for me? Was he going to kill me? Veronica already mentioned that I wouldn't survive the night, so that meant he would surely kill me.

Without thinking, I blurted out the question pressing on my mind, "Are you going to kill me?" He didn't answer, instead turning to look at me, he took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes on my figure as he settled into a chair.

His tone, when he finally spoke, was so cold it made me more afraid than I already was. “I ask the questions.”

His eyes continued to scan me, leaving me shaking with fear. The entire situation seemed to press down on me, making it hard to breathe. I could feel my heart pounding rapidly in my chest, each beat echoing my growing anxiety.

“Take off your clothes,” he finally said, causing my eyes to widen in shock. I glanced around, unsure if I had heard him correctly. I pointed to myself and asked,

“Me?” He remained silent, his eyes fixed on me with an intimidating coldness that made my skin crawl.

I didn’t want to strip in front of him, to stand naked and vulnerable. But I had already been paraded naked through a market, so what more could strip away my dignity? Tears began to flow down my cheeks involuntarily as I reached for the strap of my dress, slowly peeling it away from my shoulders. The fabric fell to the ground, revealing my body. I lowered my head in shame, unable to meet his eyes.

He didn't seem to like me not making eye contact as he growled, “Look at me.”

With teary eyes, I slowly lifted my head, meeting his stare as he swept his eyes over me.

“Too bad, she is my mate,” he muttered as he took a sip of his wine. My heart leaped into my throat at his words. I was stunned—how could he claim I was his mate when I didn’t even have a wolf?

I was shocked, and although I couldn't feel the connection of being a mate because of my lack of a wolf, his words sent fear through me. Was this Alpha insane? I was too frightened to ask him questions so I just kept quiet, wondering what he meant by “she is my mate”.

“Wear your clothes, leave,” he commanded. Without arguing, I quickly bent down to pull on my dress and hurried towards the door. I wondered if this was all he had planned for me or if there was something more.

“And don’t worry, I have no plans of killing you,” he added just as I grabbed the door handle. His words froze me in place. “At least not yet,” he finished, making me even more scared.

I blinked, swallowed hard, and opened the door, leaving the room without asking any more questions. I was too terrified to do anything but comply.

I walked down the corridor, my legs moving as fast as they could, not daring to look back. Once I reached the room, I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to calm my beating heart. What had just happened?

The Alpha had said so little, but his presence was suffocating. His aura was almost too much to handle. And what did he mean by not killing me “yet”? Did he plan to kill me eventually? Was it because I was his mate, and he couldn’t reject me but wanted to eliminate me instead? It didn’t make any sense.

I walked to the chair in front of the mirror and sat down, running my fingers through my hair in frustration as I considered my options. My eyes then landed on something on the table—a note. I raised an eyebrow, confused about who might have left it there. Slowly, I picked it up and read:

“You are not safe here. Run away while you can. He is worse than you think, and he is not the only one you should fear… they share everything…”