Mishap: Sold To The Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 2. I keep fighting

Lindsey’s POV

I was standing there with my heart thumping in my chest when I heard a noise behind me. It was a low groan, stemming from where the alpha lay unconscious. Despite my fear and anger, I felt a little concerned, like what if he got up and came after me?

So I quickly turned to face where he was and before I could even react, his powerful hands firmly grasped me and he pinned me to the wall, and panic set in. I continued to fight and I begged for mercy, but he laughed spitefully.

I felt a rush of fear and anger run through my bones. My life was not meant to be like this. My mother always taught me how to keep my head up, but unfortunately, she never taught me how to defend myself from such cruelty.

So what was I going to do? I was almost eighteen and I had never shifted or sensed the wolf inside of me; perhaps I didn't have one at all. ‘I’m so useless,’ I whimpered deep down as I burster into tears.

While I was lost in thought for a moment, he tried to tear my clothes as his eyes turned red with rage. My heart sank into my stomach, like a thousand swords were piercing it. My rage had peaked, and without realizing it, my instincts took over, causing a strange pain to take over my entire being. The pain spread from my heart to my bones, as if they were breaking, followed by a hot sensation on my flesh, as if it were tearing. I was screaming in agony. The pain was so intense that I even thought I was going to die.

“Call me the wolf monster, Fenrir! And who has the audacity to rouse me from slumber?” It was a strange third voice that I heard in the room. When I looked in the mirror opposite me, I saw myself with fur, and a chill ran down my spine. For the first time I was seeing my wolf, and he was scowling.

In a split second, she grabbed the alpha by the neck, her sharp claws piercing through his neck, and he couldn't breathe properly. He wasn't prepared for that, and before he could react, a low but sickening crack followed as she angled his head round his neck and then later flung him to the ground like a piece of s**t.

As soon as his body reached floor level, Fenrir walked away sternly, saying, "Next time, call me when you have a powerful adversary," and I slowly shifted back into my human form. I was completely naked.

My heart was pounding as I rushed to the alpha, terrified. I'd never seen a human's head turn so quickly, blood rushing out as his neck was squeezed like a rag. That was not something anyone could survive, but deep down I hoped the alpha did; otherwise, what was I going to tell the rest of the pack?

“Oohhhh, noo…” I screamed as I pressed my finger beneath his nostrils and couldn't feel his breath. “The Alpha is dead.” I pressed my lips together as I burst into tears. How was I going to explain this to others?

I began to roam around his body in disbelief and confusion, unsure what to do. I picked one of his tops and wore but it was like a gown on me. Then a few minutes later, I considered pulling him to bed in vain. I was too weak. I called for my wolf as I tried to shift, in vain.

When I had already given up, I discovered the keys to the door in his pocket. I immediately rushed to the door, opened it, and headed out, but a guard was standing a few steps away.

“Hey, where are you going to?” He screamed as soon as he saw me. “I was sent by the Alpha, and he expressed his desire to remain undisturbed.” I replied, closing the door behind me, my voice tinged with fear and trepidation, thinking he'd catch me, but he simply nodded.

I walked slowly away with trembling legs, but once I was out of the guard's sight, my pace quickened.

The palace was a grand and imposing structure both inside and out, with grand metal doors and walls made of large stones, and the floor was brown but shiny, giving it a modern rock house vibe.

I stood in front of a door that I assumed was the main exit, and I felt like a small baby at the base of a massive wall. The door suddenly opens, and a maid steps out. What I thought was an existing door was actually the door leading to the main kitchen, which is a large area filled with all kinds of tools.

“Do you need something, little madam?” She inquired. “No—I mean yes... I'm a little hungry. Could you please prepare something to eat? Anything available, I won't mind.”

“Yes, ma’am. To which room should I take it once it's ready?” “None—I’m assisting you and will eat it here once it’s ready.” “Sorry, madam, you can't assist me, or I will be in trouble if caught.”

“Please, you cannot, and you aren’t supposed to be here.” She persisted with a terrifying frown. “Okay, fine! Will watch you do it then.” I forced a smile, but my heart was still erratic, thinking about the Alpha.

She didn't answer and walked into the kitchen. I followed her, saying, “This palace is very big and intimidating. Is there an exit that leads to the compound in this kitchen?”

“Yes, just behind you. It leads to the staff’s quarters behind the compound…” She explained while busily slicing her spices without minding me.

“Wow, let me see that.” I followed the door she pointed to, and indeed it led me to the compound. I was so excited as my hope to escape was looking more real. All I had to do was go through the main gate and be free forever.

The maid immediately informed the guards that I had stepped out. "Thanks for informing us, Gina," the guard said as he ended the call and went straight to the Alpha's room to inform him and ask what to do with me.

Unfortunately, he discovered the Alpha on the floor. After a few unsuccessful attempts to wake him, he quickly rings the emergency alarm before even calling the Alpha's doctor.

I stood frozen when I heard the alarm. I knew it was for me, but it came too fast. I barely had time to consider my next move before five massive men in black coats approached me. I tried to flee, but they had me surrounded. My thoughts were clouded, and I immediately felt remorse for trying to run. Given how guilty I now appear, perhaps I should have remained steady.

I immediately realized what had happened and how my fate was sealed forever. I never imagined killing anyone in my life, much less a brutal Alpha. My heart was filled with shame and regret as I burst into tears. I knew crying was a bad idea, but did it help? Tears came rushing like a volcano. They were the hottest tears I've ever shed.

Before I could even realize it, I was in front of the pack council again, for the second time in a day, but this time kneeling with my hands and legs tied, and this time it wasn't at the palace's great hall. Or the greater hall, as I'll call it, because this hall was larger and more luxurious at the time. I told myself, "At least I'll die in such luxury. Who could have imagined that an omega like me would die in such a place?” I cried even more. I was pathetic.

The pack council members confronted me, their faces filled with rage and hatred, ready to exact revenge. My heart was racing in my chest. I'm not sure how I managed to survive the entire time, but it wasn't natural.

Suddenly, my father and stepmother rushed in. They looked at me with rage. I couldn't stand their expressions.

"Kill her!" my stepmother cried, her voice filled with venom. "She's a traitor and a murderer!" She added, with her shrill voice echoing through the room, punctuated by the growls of the angry members as they began to murmur among themselves.

At the sound of my stepmom, my breath almost stopped in ragged gasps as my face went down to the ground; I couldn't stop crying. I was prepared for the worst and ready for my fate.

The council members began to murmur among themselves, and after almost 10 minutes of argument, they faced me immediately: “Hmmm, take her to the cage; she will be burnt alive tomorrow morning.

“NO! Kill her now,” my stepmom kept insisting

“Woman, stop the noise! And you, control your wife!” One of the elders ordered, then added, “Take her to the cage.”

The cold, stony walls of the cell seemed to close in on me as the heavy iron door clanked open and rough hands suddenly grabbed my arms and yanked me to my feet and left. I attempted to shift, but the thick ropes that bound my ankles and wrists bit into my flesh. I slept in one position with no way to move, and I realized that no matter what you're going through in life, never assume things can't get any worse because they can. This was the worst night of my life.

The night was shorter than expected, and before I knew it, it was daybreak, and all I could remember was guards dragging me through the cell’s dark corridors, their footsteps echoing menacingly, with every footstep taking me closer to the compound—where my life was going to end. My breath came in shallow gasps, my body burned like a bushfire, and tears blurred my vision. I wanted to scream, —Fight! But my body was very weak, and my spirit broken because I knew I deserved it.

As we stepped outside, the compound was crowded with palace staff and a few pack members, their expressions hard and unforgiving and their silhouettes casting long shadows that danced like ghosts on the ground, and that freaked me out.

I was pushed toward the pyre, my heart pounding so loudly I feared it would burst. The ropes around my wrist and ankle tightened as I was tied to a wooden post in the center of the pyre, the rough fibers scraping against my skin.

“Kill her.” “She’s a murderer.” The crowd screamed all sorts of words, but all I heard was the voice of my stepmother yelling. "What exactly are you waiting for? On the fire!" and my father's indifference in watching me like a stranger, and tears could not stop flowing down my cheeks.

Without a word from the council, the crowd yelled, and the fire was lit instantly. And in a split second, the smell of smoke from the burning wood filled the air, blending with the bitter taste of fear in my mouth. I knew what was going to happen, but I still couldn't believe it was about my life. A very brief summary would be ,misery to death.

The question, "Was this life worth living?" kept coming to mind. I never had a boyfriend, a kiss, or a friend except for my mother, who is no longer alive—so no one to remember me aside from my aunt Linda.

The smoke was getting so dense that it clouded my vision, and the fire's heat was spreading more quickly than I had hoped.