My Lord Alpha

The Whispers

A gust of wind rushed in shaking the room window panels.

Candice drew the bed covers over her; the air was chilly. It had rained non-stop for the better part of the evening. It was a continuous downpour, lightning flashes, and thunder vibrations. She was trying her best to concentrate on the book she was reading, yet it seemed the harder she tried, the louder the sounds grew.

Everette had given her this book titled 'The Porter' when she had complained of boredom. There was no electricity on this plane, so she had no television channels to watch or a computer to browse through social media to keep up with the trends. It had been almost a week since she had been on this strange plane with nothing better to do.

After signing the contract with Wayne a few days ago, she had barely seen him. Not that she was curious of his whereabouts, she hardly ever left her room. She only did so on very rare occasions when she wanted to take a walk along the seashore. Even at that Everette had accompanied her everywhere like a shadow, never leaving her side.

Everette was a female werewolf, an omega in ranking. The lowest in ranks when it came to wolf hierarchy. Omegas were like the utility staff and were mostly attending servants, the ones who did the chores, ran errands, and answered to everyone else. To her, it was modern-day slavery even though they were getting paid for their services. She was coming from a place where there was democracy and everyone had equal rights. Too bad these wolves still lived in backward times; the world had left them far behind.

Yawning softly, she reduced the fire burning in the oil lamp beside her bed and was about to lie down to give into the beckoning drowsiness, then she heard her name.

"Candice…." a soft whisper being carried on the wind.

She looked around, wondering who had called her name. But there was no one around, she was alone in the room. Brushing it off as a hearing error, she clasped her book closed and sank into her soft blanket.

"Candice…" the whisper came again.

She bolted right up in bed "Who's there?"

There was no reply.

"Everette? Is that you?" she called out.

But the silence remained.

Feeling pin prickles of fear, she quickly lay down and covered her head in her blanket, closing her eyes. Her breath hammered in her ears, as she tried to force herself to sleep.

Soon her body began to relax and her eyelids grew heavy, her breathing grew soothing as she began to fall into a deep sleep.

Candice saw herself in the woods, there were huge trees around and ripe-looking persimmons hanging low from the trees, monkeys played around on the branches, and squirrels ran around. She was fascinated with the beautiful scenery. Then she heard that voice call out to her again.

"Candice…" the voice was high pitched and melodious, subtle yet sensual.

"Who are you?" Candice asked looking around her, but she saw no one.

"A friend. I want to be your friend Candice…" the voice said sweetly.

She bit her lower lip "How can you be my friend if I can't see you?"

"I need your help Candice… just like you I am trapped somewhere. I need you to come save me." the voice cooed.

Candice was wondering what to do. She didn't know the lady with the sweet voice, but she sounded like she desperately needed help.

"Uhmm, let me call Everette. She can be of more help to you than me-" she began to say.

"Nooo…do not call anyone. Only you can help me, Candice…." The voice pleaded.

Candice thought for a minute, the person really sounded like she needed some help and her voice sounded harmless. If she was the only one who could help her, she might as well give it a try. Women supporting women.

She nodded "Okay I'll help you. How do I help you?"

"Follow my voice, I will lead you to where I am. Thank you so much Candice…" the voice said happily.

Candice began to follow the direction of the voice, following the direction she gave, walking through the woods.

Meanwhile, her body rose up from the bed, the blankets falling from her. Still fast asleep, she began to sleepwalk to her balcony, pulling the glass door aside. Reaching the balcony pavement, she sauntered to the railings. Rain soaked her white night dress and the air blew her blond curls in the wind, she was unaffected by it all, with her eyes still closed in sleep. She put one leg in front of another and began the steep climb down from her room floor. It was a rocky descent, her fingers dug into rocks as she gradually moved. Dirt from the rocks marred her fingertips and stained her wet gown. Her toes got caught on sharp protruding rocky edges and blood trickled down.

Lightning flashed; the sky roared with thunder, but she still remained in a deep state of sleep.

In her dreams, Candice was casually strolling along a rocky path. A light stream flowed horizontally and green moss littered around the rocky edges. She almost tripped on a rock but steadied herself.

"How much further do I still have to go?" she grumbled.

"You're doing a great job so far. Just a little further Candice…" the voice urged her sweetly.

"I can't be gone for too long, Everette would be looking everywhere for me," she complained.

"It will be over soon I promise. Then we can all be happy together Candice…" the voice assured her.

She crossed the stream and, in the distance, she could see a cave that was tucked into the side of a small hill. The cave had a small circular opening for an entrance, that's all she could see from here. It was filled with darkness, like a black hole.

"Can you see the cave? I am trapped in. I can't get out; can you help me get out Candice?" the voice asked.

Candice took in a deep breath; she didn't like the thought of entering a cave alone. But she had already come all the way. She couldn't refuse to help her now.

So, she walked over to the cave and stood just outside of it "I'm here now, so how do I get you out?"

"I need you to pull me out. Can you give me your hand Candice?" the voice pleaded.

Taking a deep breath, Candice reached forth her hand into the black hole. A cold firm hand closed around her wrist.

"Gotcha," the voice said and began to laugh in a sweet melodious sinister tone.

Realizing she had been conned, Candice began to struggle to pull back her hand. But the hold was as strong as a vise. The voice at the other end began to pull her into the black hole slowly. She struggled screaming and tossing around.

In reality, Candice was now knee-deep in the water by the seashore, her body was gradually sinking into an open portal. She was still asleep as she struggled and tossed around in the water.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, she felt a stronger force hold onto her and pull her up from the portal. The hand from the sweet voice still held onto her strongly, and then she heard a swooshing sound and she was free from the grip.

A guttural scream echoed around rousing Candice from her deep slumber.

She looked around in confusion, surprised to see herself in her nightgown, soaked to the bone under the pouring rain, knee-deep in the sea with Wayne standing half-naked over her, holding a severed arm with blood dripping from it.

A pained scream that was deep and rough, sounded for the second time from the portal, it began to close shut slowly, a round swell of a black hole in the water.

Candice could not understand what was going on. What was she doing outside under the rain in the midst of the sea? Instead of her room and on her bed. Why was Wayne wearing only a leather trouser with no shirt or jacket, holding a long metal sword in one hand and a bloody feminine hand in another?

She quickly checked her body; it was not hers, thank God. It must have come from the screaming voice at the other end of the portal.

His eyes met with hers as he sneered "Bloody Siren."