The Alpha's princess mate

3- Electricity

-Naysha-

Naysha massaged her ankle scrunched up on the bench. All of a sudden everything seemed a lot quieter, which somehow scared her even more. She had heard some voices, then a gunshot that made her blood freeze, somehow she could tell that someone had gotten shot.

And then nothing. Just a few people had rushed by her hidding spot, but no one had seen her. She didn't know who she could turn to for help, she had no idea about who these shooters were or what they were after. So she had decided that it would be best for her to remain hidden and wait for Anya to look for her. Otherwise, she would wait until her leg was better and then try to find her herself. She was just praying that her friend was ok and uninjured.

And then, some bushes behind her shook a bit, causing her to freeze in place. A guy emerged from the darkness, an unknown shirtless guy. She couldn't see his face clearly, but the moonlight was shinning on his huge muscular torso, making him appear twice as dangerous.

"Are you ok?" The man was clearly moving towards her and Naysha sticked her back to the back of the bench as she tried to back up.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, babe...", he said as he kept getting closer, "..damn, you're a hottie. Maybe my night isn't ruined afterall", he chuckled as he was now standing just a few meters away from her.

Naysha stood up, barely managing to balance in her hurt ankle. The pain was making it hard for her to focus. "Please, I have twisted my ankle, I need to find my friend. Please.." she begged, as she tried to take a few steps away from the guy.

"I'll help you, babe. I promise, I'll make you feel really good.." he said as he grabbed her by her wrist and started dragging her towards the sea. Naysha let out a loud scream, that caused the guy to shut her mouth with his palm. She bit him as strongly as she could and when the guy cried out in pain, she tried to run away, but fell immediately on her face because of her foot.

"You little b***h, is this how you thank someone who's trying to help you? You need to learn some respect." His voice was now angry and the look on his face screamed that nothing good was about to happen. He tore her dress as if it was made from tissue paper and let out a devilish laughter as he kept dragging her across the sand by her foot.

Naysha screamed some more and tried to escape, but his grip was too firm. "Please.." she whispered through her tears. All of a sudden, another stranger, even larger than the one that was already kidnapping her, if that was even possible, emerged out of nowhere. He punched her captor in the face with such almost inhuman strength, that the guy collapsed instantly on the sand. Naysha held her breath and stayed still, trying to cover herself with shaking hands, unsure about whether she should trust this new guy or fear him even more.

And then the guy that rescued her knealed down and touched her calmly on the shoulder. She wasn't sure about why, but she jumped at his touch, as if she had just touched an open flame. She raised her gaze to meet his and her breath was caught in her lungs. There was something about his gorgeous face that seemed so familiar, as if she knew this guy forever. And when his golden brown eyes met hers, she felt all shorts of feelings rushing through her body like electricity. Her breath quickened and she found herself reaching towards the stranger's face, as if to check if he was real or just a halucination caused by the alcohol in her system.

The stranger growled in an almost inhuman way, followed by a series of curses that made her blush and then slowly lowered his gaze to her lips, then the rest of her body. She held her breath and looked away, feeling his gaze burning her skin like fire that was quickly spreading across every inch of her skin, even in places where she had no idea that could feel that alive.

What was wrong with her? Why was she reacting so intensly to this complete stranger? It wasn't typical of her to feel this way at the presence of hot guys, even if it was the most good looking guy she had ever laid eyes on. It must had been the alcohol, mixed with the adrenaline rush from all she had just been through.

And then the stranger cleared his throat and broke eye contact. The heated moment seemed to be gone and suddenly Naysha felt so embarashed, she must have made him feel super uncomfortable staring at him like that. The stranger helped her on her feet and for a moment Naysha was so caught up in embarashment that was almost too eager to put some distance between them. Having forgotten completely about her leg she tried to take a step on her own, only to fall in the stranger's arms.

"Excuse me, I have hurt my ankle. If you are kind enough to help me locate my friend, I will be out of your hair in no time." she mumbled as she found herself trying to keep her thoughts from racing to dark places. He smelled amazing though, just like the deepest parts of a forest, which made everything harder. Her heartbeat was racing once again.

But the stranger said nothing. He just lifted her off her feet, threw her across his shoulder as if she weighted as much as a feather and started walking impatiently towards a bunch of people. She should feel scared, sexy or not, this guy could be a potential r****t or murderer and she still had to find Anya. But she didn't feel scared of him, not even a little. Intimidated, yes, she was, but not afraid. It was strange, but she felt like she could trust him. Oh my god, she thought to herself, I must be really drunk. That was the only reasonable explanation that she could give to all of these thoughts and feelings that were very much unlike how she normally was.

"Naysha! I got so worried!" she heard Anya screaming from somewhere. "Oh my god, Seth, is she allright?" she added.

"She's a bit shaken and must have twisted her ankle. But she's fine" she heard the gorgeous stranger say. Even his voice was causing her nerves to vibrate with pleasure. So Anya knew this guy? She had called him Seth. It was a very nice name, very fitting for someone like him.

"Anya! I got so scared!" The stranger placed her carefully on a chair just in time for Anya to throw herself in her arms. She fought the tears that rose to her eyes, very aware of the stranger's gaze on her. Anya was mumbling sweet nothings to her ears and planting little kisses on her temples. She seemed genuinely worried about her.

"Come on, let's go home." Anya's smile was filled with affection as she broke their hug and then her eyes widened as she realised that she was just in her underwear. "What..what happened to your clothes?"

Allong with Anya, Naysha felt the gazes of at least 15 other guys that must have been there fall on her body. And then she felt the stranger's mysterious gaze as well, somehow more intense than all of them together. A warning growl escaped his mouth and all of a sudden every other male's gaze dropped on their shoes. Her heart was beating almost out of her chest as she watched him approach her. And then he peeled his t-shirt off his very muscular torso and handed it over to her. "Here, wear that."