STRIPPED BEFORE THE ALPHA
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AURORAS POV
Someone was coming
Their footsteps echoed, louder and louder as they got nearer until the sight of boots filled my vision
I was curious, but I wanted to see who it was, and yet I was too weak even to lift my head.
I simply lay, watching as the boots moved, the sound of A sharp creak was heard when he opened the cell, coming in.
Every fiber in me tensed as the figure stepped closer.
I wanted to snarl, to stand, to defend myself, but all I managed was a weak growl that barely left my throat.
The person who I assumed was a man stopped right before me, for the longest time.
His scent hit me next.
Strong, dominant, and wild.
Not human.
Not witch.
Wolf.
He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, towering over me, his presence filled the cell, pressing down like a weight. I could feel the sheer power in the air, thick and suffocating, the kind that made even my wolf shrink back.
And then suddenly, he spoke
“SHIFT!"
The command wasn’t loud. It was delivered in a single, deep word, calm and controlled, but laced with authority that tore right through me.
I scowled
Who was he to think he could command my wolf to shift, yet surprisingly, my body shook in response, and my wolf whimpered.
Something about his tone gripped my very bones into something that forced me to shift. I hated it but before I could defy, my bones had already obeyed.
I wanted to fight it but what strength did I have?
I couldn’t.
My bones cracked, muscles twisted, and with a soundless cry, my wolf form broke away, revealing skin instead of fur.
When the shift was over, I lay on the ground.
Naked.
Yep, unfortunately, unlike when witches shape-shifted, as wolves, we didn't enjoy the leisure of keeping our clothes intact whenever we shifted, and so this left me in front of him bare and exposed to sight.
The dirt stuck to every inch of my body. I pulled my knees closed, trying to cover myself, but even that movement sent another wave of pain through me.
For a moment, there was only silence. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and unreadable.
I felt all the waves of embarrassment flush down my cheeks and as though to make it worse, he began to approach.
He was tall, impossibly tall, with dark hair that curled slightly at the ends and eyes, green as emerald, with a soft glow under the dim light.
And his aura, gods, it was suffocating, power radiated from him in thick, pulsing waves, he was beautiful in the way fire was, deadly and mesmerizing.
Heat crawled up my neck, I tried to turn away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The cold wall behind me offered no escape, only rough stone biting into my skin as I pressed against it.
He moved closer
The scrape of his boots against stone echoed through the stillness of the cell with one step, then another, and another, each step heavier than the last.
He didn't rush, didn’t need to, he already knew I had nowhere to run.
My chest rose and fell with trembling breaths. My hands, desperate and shaking, scrambled around, trying as hard as I could to cover myself in places where I hoped to hold onto even a shred of dignity, but they did little to nothing.
“Stay back…” I whispered hoarsely, my voice cracking. “Don’t come any closer.”
He didn’t stop.
My body tensed, the instinct to fight rising but I was too weak to perform any defense spells so I cast the only spell my body could take at the time.
I reached deep, clawing for any spark left in me, and my lips moved on instinct, the words coming out low
“RI-ZE-LI"
A faint shimmer of light flickered between us, weak and shaky, before fading into nothingness.
Nothing happened.
My pulse faltered.
I looked down at my trembling hands, willing the magic to respond, but it was like screaming into a void. Empty and hollow.
He paused, tilting his head slightly at me, an amused smirk ghosting his lips and a brow arching up.
“New to witchcraft?” he said, his tone cold and mocking.
He was unaware of what I’d tried to cast.
An isolation spell.
It wasn’t meant to harm, only meant to contain. If it had worked, it would’ve sealed the cell and trapped him here with me. A foolish move, cause he could simply kill me off but I was desperate.
Even if I couldn’t overpower him, maybe I could use that as leverage to negotiate, maybe that small advantage could mean survival for me.
He moved forward until he loomed above me, tall and composed with eyes burning with something between curiosity and control.
His expression gave nothing away, but I could feel his power, thick in the air, pressing down on me like invisible chains.
I hated the way my skin tingled under his eyes.
He crouched slightly, just enough to look at me properly, and for a brief second, something flickered in his gaze.
Recognition?.
Then, his voice came, low and dangerous.
“Look at me.”
×××. . .
LUCIAN'S POV
I should’ve turned away. I should’ve ordered her execution on the spot.
But something in me wanted to see the results of whoever dared to mix their lineage like this… they’d spat on every law that governed our world.
"SHIFT"
The command rolled off my tongue like thunder, deep and undeniable.
My Alpha tone filled the air, echoing through the walls.
The wolf’s body jerked in response. I could see the struggle in its eyes, the resistance, but it was too weak to fight it.
Slowly and painfully, its body began to twist and reform. Bones cracked, muscles bent and soon, skin replaced fur
When the shift ended…
A woman lay before me.
Naked, bloodied, and trembling.
Her skin glistened with sweat, blood, and dirt, her hair clung to her face in tangled waves yet, despite the dirt, there was something… hauntingly familiar about her.
For a moment, I couldn’t place why, but then it hit me.
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