Alpha Dominik

7

The plan, as they described it, should be straightforward. I would go with the aforementioned Alpha, gain his trust, gain access to a way to communicate (be it public phone, cell phone, or computer), and give him the necessary information to attack (main location of the Alpha and his pack, number of Wolves, schedules, and rotations of the guards ... which I should acquire in some magical way).

Sure, all of that sounded incredibly easy to them but neither were any of them threatened in an underground torture room and forced to p********e themselves to a perverted Alpha.

Alpha Rogers made sure to explain to me in a slow, sweet tone of voice that made me believe I was a bit of a fool, that everything would be fine, and how he planned the whole project to unfold. Of course, he overlooked the fact that I had no choice in the matter, regardless of his promises.

I knew very well that what I had said about Jason, that the two of us could be together, was nothing more than a trap to get my consent, to trick me into cooperating with this deal that I never wanted to be part of but somehow got involved.

But when the choice came down to believing his lies or accepting certain death, what choice did she have?

It wasn't until he had emerged from that horrible Cave of Horror. Until I had finally been able to get up from that torturous chair and the revelations that had happened there, that the Alpha decided to throw another bomb at me.

"We will go to my office." He said putting a hand on my shoulder that made me cringe. The Alpha had seldom touched me and when he did, he wasn't gentle about it. "He's already waiting for us."

"Now?" Surprised and more than a little terrified, I went back to review my options and what chances I had of escape, a habit acquired over time until I remembered that my options were either to be the slave of a morbid p*****t or to be tortured by my Alpha (another morbid p*****t) and then be handed over to the other Alpha as well.

My options have never looked worse.

I told myself that I could do this, that I should do it since it was my only option, and that if I managed to do something right, all this hell could end quickly. But despite my attempts to motivate myself, my heart was pounding fiercely and a cold sweat broke out all over my body. When I tried to walk again, a reflex action when the Alpha started to rush me because I had frozen, I discovered that my legs had stuck in place and refused to respond to me.

"By God, what a coward," Stevens remarked and more than one beta let out a small laugh. Damn bastard. I would like to see him in my position, at the mercy of a sadistic madman to see if he would be so brave or if he would be with his tail between his legs like the coward he is.

"Come on Delta," Jamison told me coldly and authoritatively and the other Betas continued on their way. It seemed like he had finally lost patience with me, but the way he took me by the arm, so gentle and fatherly, he told me that he was just pretending for the other Betas. Holding tightly to his arm and with his help I was able to take a step, and then another until slowly we were all ascending the gloomy stairs, moving away from the terror behind us.

When we had finally left the steep stairs that led to the Cave and entered the peripheral kitchen that we had used to enter, then and feeling a little more secure, or at least like I was not going to collapse or flee if they left me alone I let go of Jamison's arm but managed five steps before bumping into the uneven stone kitchen floor so I had to hold onto the counter to keep from sprawling on the floor.

Everything about him was cold until he saw those brown eyes.

I must admit that I am not particularly clumsy, although any Wolf with his grace and agility must see me as a newborn deer, I know that I am quite agile compared to the average human. However, to this day it seems that I cannot advance a meter without needing someone to pick me up or hold me and that only adds to the long list of humiliations and horrors that I have had to endure today.

When I stumble, Jamison is quickly by my side in a sneaky way to help me again, but despite her gesture, I needed to know that she could do it alone. If she couldn't even walk to the office then how the hell was she supposed to do this?

The Alpha wouldn't help me, he doubted that once he had gotten him what he wanted he would remember me and he won't leave me there to rot. But all my life I've been doing it on my own, I've done it for as long as I could remember because no one wanted to help or be kind to the green-eyed aberration that had appeared in the herd because her parents had abandoned her for being inferior, for being a Wolf that could hardly be called that because he couldn't even transform.

You may not have a choice now. I may now have to go to the Alpha's office and go with that damned sick man, but if I wanted to survive I couldn't depend on the meager generosity of Alpha Rogers or this strange Alpha who would treat me like nothing more than an object.

Not even from Jamison with his silent support, and neither can I count on Jason to be there to protect me. So all I can do is straighten up, walk steadily, and try to survive, as I always have.

Refusing the help offered by the Beta Jamison, I quickly get to my feet and continue walking. When I get my hands off the counter, I notice some pain and when I raise my palms to examine them I find a couple of cuts and abrasions on both. I think about it, confused for a moment, as I try to follow as best I can with safe passage to the Alpha when I remember what must have been just half an hour ago, that moment when Jamison trying to stop Jason and me, I had accidentally thrown to the ground. With everything that had happened, he hadn't realized the damage until now.

The sight of my slightly bruised palms is strangely comical to me. With everything that had happened on this day and everything that was to happen, a few small scrapes on my hands seem out of place with the pain that I feel inside.

On our way to the office, I look around the Institute again. It is still as ghostly empty as it had been half an hour ago and as my eyes roam the high gray stone walls; The wood-framed windows that I've had to wax so many times and the floors that were so horrible to sweep and brush, I wonder if this will be the last time I see this place.

The place where I grew up, the one that, for better or for worse, had been my home for my entire life.

However, as I let my eyes wander over this home that had brought me so much pain, I also perceive something that I had not seen before. There are guards in every room and every entrance ... but not all of them belong to the Alpha.

The first time I had seen them was when the Alpha guards were leading me to the Cave and I had just seen Jason being dragged away after he had taken my hand and tried to escape without telling me what was happening. I had been confused and disoriented at the time and the only thing I had noticed was the silence, but now I see them.

In every room, there is at least one Wolf that I have never seen in my life, but his unfamiliar faces are not the only thing that makes them stand out. All the Alfa Rogers guards always wore a particular outfit, black pants, a white T-shirt, and a jacket, usually also black. An outfit that made them stand out from the Common Wolves but could also easily blend in with humans if necessary.

These guys I realize must belong to the perverted Alpha waiting up there, they are dressed impeccably from head to toe in tailored suits and shiny leather shoes. All standing menacingly with their arms crossed in front of their chests and a visible weapon on their hips that made me nervous and, from what I could see, also the guards and Alpha himself. That little piece of information gave me an evil feeling of satisfaction.

At least at this moment, the Alpha was almost as uncomfortable as I was.

Soon we were before stairs again, but these are not as steep and narrow as the ones in the Cave. These were the ones that were used every day and that they took, among other things, to the offices of the Alpha.

They were the same ones Jason and I had used to try to escape.

Trying to shake that memory out of my head because it was only causing me pain, I focus on what awaited me and how to deal with it.

I envision this strange Alpha as a hunched-over dwarf in his forties to fifties, with fledgling baldness and a face that reflects his inner wicked nature. Surely he must be the kind of unfortunate person who went around fooling any clan he could and taking the servants as his slaves. It was the only reason I could think of why he might want me, although I was sure his wickedness would exceed my short imagination.

With each step that I got closer and closer to the office, my heart was revealed and I wanted to jump out of my chest to do what I could not and run away from here.

We got to the top floor and I could see the wide oak double doors from afar.

I felt like vomiting.

I can not do this.

But quickly, faster than I thought possible, my time was up and we were in front of the double doors. And after that these opened and we were in the waiting room, a place I've only been to twice in my entire life, at least as far as I can remember.

There were at least ten guards here, three from Roger and seven from the other Alpha. A difference that from what I could see, my Alpha did not like at all.

"Remember Lia" The Alpha told me when we stood at the door that led to his office and I straightened up, attentive. "Do what you must do"

Before I could react to his words, the door opened and for the second time that day, I entered a part of the building where I had never been before.

My eyes tried to catch it all at the same time. The spaciousness of the living room, the plush sheepskin rug that took up most of the floor, the comfortable baroque-style armchairs against the wall, and the lustrous ebony desk that was larger than my mattress in the Delta's room.

But soon my eyes were fixed on a figure near a corner, a figure that at first glance was familiar to me until I finally recognized it and my mouth fell open in surprise.

"Surprised to see me?" Said the Alpha, damn it the ALPHA, with that arrogant tone that I had almost completely forgotten. "I told you that we would see each other again"

The figure, the Alpha, was none other than the gorgeous and infuriating stranger I had met in the woods.