The Lycan King And My Mated Alpha Want Me

03

Alyssa's POV

The next morning, I couldn't sleep. One minute I was on my bed, twirling around and the next, I found myself pacing around my room.

My eyes were swollen and puffy from lack of sleep, and my hair made a bird nest, that too from ruffling.

Immediately my door burst open, I knew who it was. Fred never knocked before he went into anywhere, especially not today that his face was tightly set.

He observed me briefly and sighed. "Were you out in the early hours of the morning?"

"Good morning to you too," I rolled my eyes calmly, but within, I was far from calm.

"Alyssa, I'm being serious here. Did you go out? Because if you have, rather than escaping, you've only made it difficult for yourself," Fred said, looking unhappy. He held my hand, intertwining the fingers so I could see the sincerity in him.

"I tried to escape..." I began, trying hard not to break down. "What is happening?"

Fred sighed. "You wandered to the wrong territory. Alpha Killian has demanded the invader be sent over with immediate effect, else the consequences will be dire."

Wait, what?

I thought I was going to faint at the news. Killian could have caught me if he wanted, yet he let me run, only to demand for me the next morning. It was a show of power.

"I'm dead," I lamented as I fell on the bed, splaying my weak limbs. In my desire to escape, I had only gotten myself into more trouble. "So, what now?"

"You were going to be given to him anyway," Fred pursed his lips. "Father has written to him, saying it's his bride and he can do as he pleases. But since he gave an ultimatum for you to be handed over, you'll be sent before the day ends."

I quickly shook my head, as I tightened my grip on Fred's fingers, "How did father know it was me?"

"A guard saw you. He reported the incident almost immediately Killian's demand came."

"I don't want to go! I don't want to go... Fred, what did you say about challenging father? Let's do it please. I don't want to be sent. It's not even as a bride this time, but as an offender!" I cried, losing all pretense of accepting my fate. Fred pulled my body into a hug.

"I can challenge father, but who I can't challenge is Killian. This is no longer father's decision alone," He murmured, silently consoling me. "You'll actually go there both as the bride and the trespasser."

Like that supposed to make me feel any better. I carefully pushed back and once again demanded to be alone. Fred sadly complied.

After he left, I closed the door and cried. I screamed into my pillow, sobbed and thrashed about until I had spent all my energy.

When the door opened again, it was time for me to be taken away — I knew by the fake smile mother plastered on her face and the blabbering that followed after.

"It's just rumors. Everyone says your father is brutal, yet he's...not," She hesitated. "Besides, you'll be his wife, I'm sure he will have some leniency to spare. Also, you could come visiting. Your brother and I will too."

"That's if I'm not dead," I muttered tiredly.

Almost immediately, mother made an attempt to say something but decided against it. She looked around the room, taking in the mess. "You've not packed," She observed.

"I'll be long dead before I have the chance of settling, so there's no need. Shall we go?"

Within the span of time I had been left alone to cry, I had sadly come to a resignation. An apathy. I couldn't avoid fate even if I tried, so I just had to accept it. What was the worst that could happen? Death?

Mother seemed like she wanted to say or do more. She reached for my face and cradled it. "You're strong."

I simply nodded, and looked away.

Fred had been the one who led me among the few guards assigned to lead me to the Greenwood pack. I was sure the guards were there, so I wouldn't try to escape, not for my safety.

I had hoped to see my father's face once but I never got to.

It was silent. Fred did not try to speak to me as each one rode their horses. We got to the border and everyone stopped.

"We can't go in there," Fred said. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything. I wish I was capable of it. I hope to see you soon."

Even as he said that, I saw the resignation in his eyes too. That he really might never see me soon. Or ever again.

After a brief hug, I found myself taking slow steps into the greenwood pack. Even my horse was not allowed in.

My entourage watched me disappear before they left. Someone else appeared from the shadows of the trees.

"I'll be leading you," He said without as much as a greeting or introduction. I wished I could run. I followed hesitantly until we burst into civilization. A town bustling with people.

I marveled at how organized and beautiful the town was, more populated and beautiful than where I came from.

In the middle of it, was the largest building of all. No one needed to tell me it was the Alpha's home. I inwardly shivered when we passed through the gate, not before the guards there gave me a thorough search.

An elderly woman came out to meet us halfway. "Hannah, this is... the person alpha demanded for," The guard introduced the elderly woman. I saw how he didn't know want to term me as. Whether a bride or an offender. "Please, lead her to the Alpha."

I was sure I would pee in my pants when I stood before a door and the woman, Hannah, who had a kind aura surrounding her, told me to go in.

I found him at the desk, just like my father was always bent in his study.

Unlike the last time I saw him, which was also the first time, I could see all of his face — the hard ridges and sharpness of his jaw, and those blue eyes that gave me no peace since I saw them. His hard thick brows that sat horizontally and put my femininity to shame.

He was attractive. Even though he hadn't raised his head to look at me, he still intimidated me.

"You also weren't taught to knock before coming?"

That voice.

I swallowed, especially when he finally gave me his attention. His eyes weren't just blue, they were piercing like he could see through my soul.

"I'm sorry," I muttered quietly. Perhaps if I behaved well, I wouldn't be killed after all.

Alpha Killian rose from his seat, and took firm strands until he was standing before me. I looked so small compared to him.

He leaned down, invading my personal space and then whispered, "What are you? My supposed bride or someone sent over to be punished?"

I swallowed, I could feel him everywhere. He smelled of leather and the wood, my favorite. He emanated heat that crowded every part of my being.

"Whatever you want me to be," I found myself saying.

The corner of Killian's mouth crooked into a smirk. "Very well." He murmured.

I stood in suspense, wondering if I had been summoned to be killed instantly.

Killian looked behind me, where Hannah had magically appeared. "Prepare for a wedding." He instructed.