The Alpha King's Only Mate

Chapter 3

Elizabeth's POV

“He seems scary, Elizabeth. I don't think you should go with him,” Rose, the closest person I had to a female best friend, cajoled, explaining how he broke my uncle's arm and almost suffocated my cousin Daisy, today after hearing her slap me.

“You don't have a choice, Elizabeth,” The man whose name I figured was Tyson answered before I could. “I can't let you die. You're going to come with me.”

“Then I'm going to come with her,” Rose immediately butted in and he just gave a nonchalant nod and I looked at him, trying to gauge why someone so powerful like him would want someone so weak like me. “What about school?” Rose asked, wondering how we'd settle into our lives in heaven knows where.

“Med school? I can't trust you not to try to kill yourself, so you'd be home schooled. Any other thing?” He asked and I just looked at him stupefied. How did he know so much about me already?

Without a word more from either of us, he walked out, saying he was going to get everything planned. Immediately the door closed, Rose immediately came closer, whispering about our next course of action. With all he has done to people here, staying back in this pack would only be me asking for death. And going with him meant agreeing with whatever he wanted to use me for. We figured he was probably in dire need of a Luna, so that explained his ruthlessness and protectiveness, so we came up with a plan.

Within an hour of me being stable, we were ready to leave my home pack and his disgust for this place was very easy to detect. It was practically etched on his face.

His pack, which Rose managed to figure out, was the grand Midnight Pack and I gulped after hearing this. The Midnight Pack wasn't a regular pack like ours, and it was very far away, so I didn't even know what to expect at that point. One thing I was grateful for was that there was enough distance between Connor and I. This should give me the boost I needed to accept his rejection.

Arriving at the gates of the pack house, the moonlight was shining in my popping eyes. Even Rose had her jaw dropped because we had never seen something so grand and pretty before.

The car stopped right at the entrance of the pack house, the doors aligned with the red carpet leading inside and it was screaming luxury. Tyson helped me out, wanting to guide me inside, so I wouldn't fall with the way I was gawking. I could swear this was three times bigger than our pack house back at home.

Entering inside, a man came, whispered a few things into his ears and he only nodded.

“Come with me,” he motioned to us and I could swear his voice changed, more Alpha-like. He guided me up the stairs, explaining which part of the family-owned which wing. He practically gave me a mini-tour till we finally got to the dining room, surrounded by almost twenty people.

“Everyone,” Tyson's voice filled the room and the once loud place turned silent, their eyes fixed on me, the tiny thing beside the huge man.

“This is Elizabeth, my mate,” he announced and I gulped, the way he said it made my insides turn. But not in disgust. Embarrassment, maybe.

“Good evening,“ I greeted them shyly but was met with no response, and then that inferiority complex kicked in again.

“What if they all hate me? What if they end up treating me worse than my uncle did? What if…” the questions began to pour in, my hands unconsciously trembling already.

“Hey, I'm here,” Rose said soothingly, holding my trembling hand, and I gave her a small smile. Having one of my episodes right here wasn't going to be a good start. The elders of the table seemed to want to speak to Tyson so they left and Rose cleared her throat.

“Good evening everyone. I'm Rose, her best friend. I understand it's normal for the elders to nod but the others could at least acknowledge the greeting with a smile or something,” she said, letting them know while I could be laid back, she on the other hand, wasn't scared to voice out her thoughts except-it was Tyson who she called the double eyed beast.

“Welcome,” they all said in unison and I offered a small smile before looking at Tyson and waiting for him to round up, so we could leave the scrutinizing gaze of the people here.

“Let's go,” he finally ended his conversation with them and took me to another part of the grand pack house.

“This is your wing and your maids will be here to serve you," Tyson announced, before leaving Rose and I to explore with our maids. They showed me the dressing area, filled with different types of attire for me, the study area, the personal dining area, Rose's room, then finally, my room.

It was the greatest I had ever seen, but what made me pause my admiration was the very new medical equipment and textbooks. It was like he knew what I needed and got it for me. He even ordered a complete three-course balanced diet meal to be given to me every day.

Hearing everything Tyson planned out, I wondered if I was dreaming or not. My happiness knew no bounds. Unfortunately, that happiness was cut short when it was time to close my eyes and embrace the darkness, called sleep. I could've had Rose stay with me, but I didn't want to burden her with my tantrums. With my f****d up issues.

Sleep eluded me for hours and when I finally closed my eyes I found myself at home, back in the pack house, this time surrounded by fire. Connors's rejection replayed, and so did the kiss with Daisy, then Tyson also rejected me for someone with a blurry face, leaving me in the fire, chanting and begging for my parents to come to save me.

Waking up with a tear-filled face as usual, I went to wash my face first, then stared at the mirror for a while. Although my face wasn't that bruised, I still had a few injuries from Daisy's beating and the ones I sustained while I was in agony two days ago.

It has always been a ritual to take some prescribed pills every morning, so I don't lose my mind to those voices inside my head, but searching the bag here, it wasn't with me. I needed that drug before I began trembling like a maniac.

I rushed out of the room and searched for Tyson's office. After a few turns here and there, I was able to locate it. The plan was to knock first, but as I got to the door it was a bit open. I was still going to knock anyway.

About to hit my knuckles on the door, my gaze fell on a lady, bent over the table in her lingerie.

Girls don't just bend over on a guy's table for no reason and I immediately turned around. My wolf and I were still in a fragile state and I didn't want to feel that agony again, but my legs wouldn't move.

“Please,” I begged my body, wanting it to take me out of there before I heard or saw something I shouldn't, but no. I was glued to the spot, so I forced myself to close my ears, chattering some unknown words for the sake of my mental health. I didn't know how much I was in this state until I felt a push from behind, sending me straight to the floor. Looking back, I saw a lady adjusting her clothes and disheveled hair. No one needed to tell me what they just did. It was pretty obvious, especially with the purple marks on her neck.

She crouched to my level, her hawk-like eyes staring into mine like a predator to prey. "You should be Elizabeth, right? We didn't meet yesterday due to some circumstances. Welcome to the Midnight Pack,” The lady said with a smile, and although I could hear her, I couldn't return the smile. “ I'm Sandra. Fiancée to Alpha Tyson of the Midnight Pack.”