Unlikely Mates

Family Threat

Amanda P.O.V

-Present-

When I woke up, the sun was setting, indicating I was knocked unconscious for quite some time. A lot of time has passed, but I'm not sure how much, my family must be worried about me. 'Ah, my family', I couldn't fathom what happened to me at first, but it came rushing back like crashing waves on my brain. When reality hit me, I cried until my body became numb, just as the first rays of the morning appeared.

The first rays of the sun are shining through the gap in the ceiling as I think about them. I raise my hand to my cheek; it's still throbbing from when he knocked me out in the woods. The last tear that my eye still maintains escapes and runs down my unaffected cheek when I think back to what happened.

"That Jerk,"

I yell louder than I ever have before, thinking no one can hear me and throw my fist down hard against the slimy cold floor, in a fit of rage, ignoring the newfound pain I have inflicted on myself.

A slam of metal rings through my solitary cell, it gains my attention, toot sweet. I can hear the pounding of heavy footsteps coming downstairs and down the hall. I pray that it's not the nut case from last night. The steps cease and silence reigns again. I look up from my depressed, and starved state, into the forest eyes of my captor, my anger still fresh and very much volcanic. However, despite my ever-growing list of questions, I keep eye contact and maintain my silence.

"Well love it appears you've gotten into a sticky situation."

He croaks with a smug grin on his face, oh how I would like to wipe that smug look off his face, but I maintain my composure.

"Don't be shy. I'm here to help you."

'like hell he is, he got me into this in the first place.' I neglect to say it out loud, because I may get more than a punch next time.

"Stubborn girl I see, no matter, I have a proposal that you may want to jump at."

I'm suspicious, 'what is he up to?.'

"You see, I can get you out of this dank hole, If you become my servant."

I stand up, wide-eyed at his ridiculous proposal and break my vow of silence, letting a little of my anger come forth.

"You've got to be kidding."

I chuckle and cross my arms as if to stop him from responding.

"Not at all sweetheart, You crossed onto my territory without permission, that bears the penalty of death here."

His face is stoic informing me that he's not joking around. I stop myself from smiling anymore.

"I refuse."

Plain and simple, no way I'm submitting to him.

"My family will come for me, and you'll be sorry."

"hahaha"

He's laughing, what about the situation, calls for him to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

I ask getting impatient.

"You are, your parents will never come."

"Why's that?"

I'm losing confidence.

"I see you don't know." He mumbles it quietly, but due to my heightened senses, I manage to catch it. He shakes it off and returns my gaze.

"Doesn't matter, now back to business." He's hiding something from me, I can feel it.

"Become my servant, and you can leave the dungeon."

"No, I'd rather rot."

"Very well, but know this, I can't guarantee your family's safety."

He turns and starts walking away.

"Wait, don't hurt them," I shout, rushing towards the bars, afraid that he may do something to them. I can't lose them; they're my family.

He stops and quietly stands in place.

I look down closing my eyes. I sigh and grab the cool bars, not believing the next words that are about to come out of chapped lips.

"You, You win."

"Perfect, pet."

He walks over, I back up. He's smiling at his victory, he pulls out the key and unlocks the door. He forcibly grabs my arm, not enough to hurt me but enough to keep me from escaping. He pulls me out from the cage and walks quickly towards the exit with his back to me.

I smile inwardly, 'just you wait, I'll escape, you'll be sorry.' I think to myself as we make our way down the dimly lit hall and up the stairs. However, he stops in his tracks before we make it to the door. He takes out a bottle of perfume.

He chucks it to me. I look at him and raise my eyebrow in confusion. "Spray this on you; it will make you smell nicer."

'Okaaayyy.' I hesitate, unsure of this seemingly kind gesture. He spots my hesitation.

"Just spray it, It won't kill you." He's voice teeming with annoyance.

"You're my servant, now do what I tell you."

I give in and spray it on my body, and put it in my jacket pocket. Seeming satisfied, my captor reaches for the door and pushes it open. Sunlight streams in, and we start walking. I never thought I'd feel the sun again. It feels warm and soothing as we walk to an unknown destination.

We walk through a path covered by a dense row of trees, his hand still tight around my arm. While walking all I can think is why would he want me as his servant, couldn't he just have killed me or left to rot, why precisely why. I want to ask badly, but I have to stay on his right side for the sake of my family. My feet are hurting; these shoes are not the proper footwear for the outdoors, just how far are we going, I whine to myself. We come to an opening in the trees, and my eyes are stunned at what I see.

There's this small town right in the middle of the forest. The houses of the unknown village look modern, but the streets are bare, no concrete. As we make our way through town, the people stop and stare at us, or more specifically me. Their stares are making me uncomfortable. I try to avoid their eyes, and look down being the centre of attention is, for me, embarrassing. We cease walking, curious I lookup, to large black gates and large walls connecting to it. The gates open, and we walkthrough. The stately mansion in front of me is enormous; it's like a palace. Just then a good looking guy comes running out of the estate, straight towards us in a panic. We come to a halt, as the guy comes running, this time I'm standing beside him, a little concerned about my safety.

The stranger comes to a halt only a couple of feet away. The guy is sweaty from running here, and he looks to be in distress. The sweaty guy has ragged brown hair and lovely hazel eyes. He regains his composure quickly but notices me standing there. He starts eying me up and down, I'm uncomfortable again. A low growl emanates from my captor's body, and the guy in front of us turns his gaze towards him, bowing his head in apology. 'Why, I have no clue.'

"Alpha, rogues, are invading our territory from the west, a few warriors and the Beta are holding them off as we speak."

I look at him weirdly, 'What's this about alpha and rogues?'

"What? Why wasn't I informed?"

"We tried to mind link you, but you blocked your link so that we couldn't reach you."

"Fine, I'll go help. In the meantime."

He lets go of my arm, 'about time', but I'm still confused, he pushes me forward, making stumble a bit.

"Take this girl to my room and make sure she stays there."

'What's going on?' I'm about to ask, but the "Alpha" gave me a look that said to stay silent, I obey without question for the sake of my promise.

"Come with me."

The other guy says. The Alpha sends me another gaze saying obey me. I follow suit into the mansion, and the Alpha disappears. The foyer is vast, this room alone puts my house to shame, there's a giant staircase straight ahead, and walk straight up it, 'great more walking'. We walk into an elevator located at the top of this massive staircase. The guy presses a button for the fifth floor, the silver doors beep and shout, 'man my feet', I wish to sit down, but I can't relax, not now. The ride is silent. I don't want to get too close to these people. I suspect that these people are in some kind of cult. A beep sounds dragging me away from my thoughts, and the silver doors open. We step out into the hall. I look all around taking in my new overwhelming surroundings, the narrow floor of the hall lines with red carpet with golden stripes along the sides, the walls of the hallway line with paintings, mostly landscape paintings with wolves in them. The pictures are beautiful; I can't help but be in awe; a cough drives me from my state of admiration.

The guy that I'm following faces me, I don't think he likes me much. We're standing in front of an open door; he gestures for me to go inside. As soon as I step inside, he closes the door and walks off. I try the doorknob, but he's locked me in. I turn back around in defeat and take in the room. The room I'm standing in is massive. The floor is light brown carpet, from wall to wall. The tall off white walls are bare except for a large flat screen TV, gaming consoles underneath and a DVD/games rack next to them against the wall. A small bookcase in the corner with only a few books in its shelves. There is also massive shudders covered by light curtains that lead out to a balcony overlooking the entirety of the town. Next to it are a King-size bed with a canopy made neatly. I walk over to the bed and sit down on its soft covers. I lie down and take shoes off, glad to feel some relief off my aching feet, finally. Across from the bed is a large vanity mirror.

There's a door on the left not so far from the mirror, which I assume is an ensuite bathroom. I wish I could clean up. The vanity mirror shows my dirty form. I feel disgusting, but I don't have any toiletries or spare clothes so cleaning up, not an option. As I ponder what it means to be the Alpha's servant, the door clicks and I sit straight up. The door opens and low and behold it's him. He closes and locks the door behind him. 'Why is he locking the door?' I'm puzzling and come to an unfortunate conclusion. He strides over to the bed, in confidence making eye contact with me as he goes, while I back up. I end up trapped against the wooden, wolf designed headboard. He sits down on the right side of the bed and leans over, rustling the sheets and dipping the bed. He grabs my hand. I try to pull away, but he tightens his grip on it, I try again but the same result.

I can see his expressions continually changing as if he's fighting an internal struggle. He climbs onto the bed, his hand never leaving my grip, and leans over me, coming closer and closer. He's so close. I can smell his intoxicating cologne and his hot breath fanning my face. I look into his eyes, they've changed into a glowing gold, his steely gaze burning right on me. My heartbeat fastens, and my face feels like it’s on fire. I must be red as a tomato.

"What are you doing?" I yell out as loud as my voice could go. I don't know why, but he loosened his grip on my hand just enough for me to break free. With both sides now open, I instinctively twist my neck around 90 degrees, I close my eyes, pushing him back as hard as I possibly can. To my surprise, he moved, I could no longer feel his breath, but that is of little comfort. I twist my head back around but I'm afraid to open my eyes, my hands fall back on the bed. I can still feel his presence on the bed, 'Oh no', the last time I fought back, he kidnapped me and threw me into a rotting underground jail, what’s worse is that I’m supposed to obey him for my family’s sake.

"You, Pet, look at me."

His voice radiates with so much authority and annoyance, it's so hard to resist. 'What's going to happen now?' I may have just given me and my family the death sentence.