Alpha Dominik

10

It wasn't until we finally got out of high school, until we went all the way down the corridors, rooms, and stairs with that damn bastard dragging me like a wounded dog into the very forest, that his arm was close enough to my face and I bit him.

Strong.

With a groan of pain, though I suspect it was mostly surprise, he released me.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I snapped annoyed. I look around, but there is no sign of Jason's insight, all I see is miles and miles of endless forest and a very pissed-off Alpha surrounded by his six guards. "Where's Jason?"

Now he seems confused until he understands it "Jason is that boy, the son of the Alpha, right?" He shrugs, ignorant of my fury for having called him a child. "Why do you care?" He looks at me. with inquiring eyes.

"Because you kidn*pped him right after you shot an innocent man and left him to bleed to the ground, that's why." I cross my arms, furious still remembering the way Jamison writhed on the ground and the blood that it flowed from his body. Will that be OK? Will he be alive? The urge to go back to high school and see for myself is overwhelming, but I force myself to stay here. I know if I tried they would drag me back here. Also, I don't want to turn my back on this guy.

Squinting, he looks at me from head to toe like he's trying to figure something out. I pray that he does not come near, that he does not discover what I have stolen from him when he dragged me, and that I kept in the elastic of my pants.

"I won't harm him if that's what you're worried about." I just need it to make sure his asshole dad behaves

His words sounded sincere, but there was fury contained in them. As if it bothered her that she didn't hurt him. She wanted to believe him, wanted to be safe, and trust that Jason would be safe. But I'd seen with my own eyes how unpredictable this guy could get.

"I want to see it," I said with my head held high. I knew he was very out of place speaking the way he did. Not only was she being disrespectful, but she was also making demands on an Alpha, the highest caste Wolf in an entire pack. But I didn't care, she had been sold, threatened, and insulted. I'd seen one of the few people who'd ever shown me a bit of compassion get shot right in front of me and Jason, my Jason had been kidn*pped and now I was god knew where.

All because of this horny jerk, so no. I would not treat him with respect.

"Why are you so interested in his welfare?" The Alpha asks suspiciously as if he knows there is something there but he is not sure what. "Who is he to you?"

I refused to answer that question, what the hell did he care?

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I want to know that he's safe. I want to know if Jamison, the Beta you shot, is okay"

A sardonic smile appears on his face.

"Forgive me Lia, but you're not exactly in a position to make demands." He points to his six Betas, who are looking at us with impassive eyes.

Yes, I knew that she was overcome. Seven Wolves against one are not good options, much less when that one could not even transform. Even if the two of us were alone, he's an Alpha and I'm a Delta, the guy could easily beat me. Hell if he had even dragged me through high school like nothing!

That is why, when he was taking me around the rooms and I was too busy trying to keep still, I had put my hand to his waist and stole the gun from her holster.

Now I take it out of the elastic of my pants and point it towards him. His smile immediately rubs off his face and I feel a thousand times better for it.

"Weapon!" Betas are always alert, raise their weapons the moment I draw mine. But to my surprise, the Alpha stops them.

"What are you idiots doing? Put them down right now!" He orders them.

It is clear that they do not want to, but a murderous look from his Alpha convinces them and reluctantly they stop pointing at me, although they hold them tightly and in front of them, ready for any eventuality.

"Lia," he speaks to me slowly, as if he wasn't in a hurry, as if he didn't have a gun pointed at his chest. "Calm down, you're not going to shoot me."

If he wanted to say something to calm me down, that's the last thing he should have said.

Yes, I felt uncomfortable holding this thing, it was much heavier than I imagined. Yes, never in his life had he fired a gun, much less had he held one. And yes, I'm terrified of the noise it's going to make when I shoot it, but you know what? Even if I didn't want to shoot him before, I sure do want to do it now just to prove him wrong.

He raises a hand soothingly and starts walking towards me. On alert, my muscles tense and I hold the pistol tighter, as if that somehow made him stop.

"Not one more step!" I shout putting my finger on the trigger. "Or I swear I shoot!"

"You're not going to do it." He has stopped just steps from me and speaks with a small smile. Does the bastard have the nerve to be arrogant even with a gun pointed at him? He had to admit it, the guy had balls.

"Ah, yes?" asked in his same mocking voice. For once in my life I have power and I intend to enjoy it.  "And why not?"

"Because you haven't even removed the insurance"

The fact that?

It takes me just a second to look at the gun, but that's all he needs. With a quick movement, he rips the gun out of my hand and throws it at a Beta, while he pushes me to the ground, throwing himself on top of me with his full weight.

"HEY!" I scream at him terrified and try desperately to get out from under him. The subject weighs a ton and even though I move and kick, he does not move an inch.

"I was hoping you were going to be more cooperative." He muttered and with a huge hand of his, he took my two flimsy wrists and nailed them to the ground above my head. "Especially if you've been a Delta all this time."

I can not think.

I am completely terrified, with my body immobile under his and him holding my arms above my head, I am entirely exposed and at his will.

My heart is pounding in my chest and the pumped blood deafens me. I'm aware of every inch of his body against mine and that if he wanted to, he could do whatever he wants to me and I don't know whether to cry, scream, vomit, or all at the same time.

His face is only inches from mine and when he looks back into my eyes, I squeeze them shut and turn my head.

"Please," I whisper, terrified and on the verge of tears. "Let go"

And to my incredible surprise and relief, he does.

The weight of him leaves me immediately and I jump to my feet, crossing my arms in front of me as if I could somehow protect myself from coming closer.

I couldn't describe it, but when he looks at me, completely pathetic, terrified, and weak something akin to disgust crosses his face. But he does not seem to be directed at me, as with the other Wolves, but at himself.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He replied, raising both hands in a soothing gesture. "If that's what you think, you can calm down, okay?" I'll be a bastard, I admit it, but I'm not one of those sick people, okay?

"Yes, of course" I answer trying to appear incredulous but my voice sounds cut and some treacherous tears escape from my eyes. Now that the danger seems to have passed, it is as if my body does not know what to do, how to react.

"Lia," he scrutinizes me again and seems to be debating with himself. Whatever it is, he decides on something. "Don't you know what your eyes are?"