Mated to the Death-Row Alpha

I walked through the doors, of Blackwall Penitentiary , my heels clicking down the corridor, this was an underground, hell buried beneath what looked like a psychiatric ward, it is known to be for the damned, humans condemned by the law, this wasn't about people who were mentally ill , it was more of a place, where they keep monsters, murderers, and the world’s most dangerous prisoners. And today I was here to meet the worst of them all. The man the world called The PSYCHOPATH Alpha He was responsible for the deaths of thousands, as the rumors had it. He was the former head of the wolf’s viper Syndicate , the most ruthless pack empire in Northern Syndicate. Convicted for racketeering, murder, arms trafficking, terrorism an mostly g******e. The world was now dominated by werewolves and each part of the world was spitted into various parts which were ran by ruthless Syndicate wolves empires But the psychopath was the worse, his hatred for humans , was beyond measure and many have perished from his wrath. He massacred a whole city , and together with the other syndicate Alphas, he was captured and kept here. In the world's most dangerous prison underground, impossible to escape from. I swallowed hard. I adjusted my cream blouse, trying to ignore the sting under my collar bone, where Silas had grazed me a moment ago. I was married to Silas veyra, the Alpha’s only son as his second wife, they wasn't a day he didn't lay his hands on me, today it happened to be my neck which i had covered with a concealer. I dared not react or say a word, after all Silas was the most powerful man after his father , The ruler of the southern Syndicate. Alpha Darius Veyra i swallowed hard as i tried to force the memory of today's event to the back of my mind After all this was the most difficult case i will be taking, every one I knew had told me to step back from this case, but they was something about this case, was it the curiosity, or the trill, I don't know, why though it was currently the most dangerous job in the world, I had insisted to take the position no one else on this planet will. Everyone described Ares as a cold-blooded beast, yet I wondered if monsters were born or made, and as a psychologist I always believed everyone had something they were going through, and I was curious to know what his was. Two men walked in front of me as I approached cell 17, one of them a tall, silent man with a buzz cut, who kept throwing me some side glances, I knew what was going through his mind and I couldn't blame him. He must think I'm crazy for taking this patient, they all did, and I couldn't blame them. "You sure about this, doc?" he muttered. "He hasn’t spoken to anyone in six months. The last guy who tried got a broken jaw through the glass." The warder stopped as he asked me again for the fifth time since I had arrived here today. I offered a polite, hollow smile. "I’ll take my chances."I answered with a small smile. They stopped as they exchanged glances at each other. One of the guards slid a thick steel door open to reveal a small concrete chamber with reinforced plexiglass. On the other side of the glass sat a man. No cuffs. No chains. No visible restraint. Just him. And f**k, he was beautiful. In the cruelest, most terrifying way. It wasn't just the tattoos that covered his body, or the curly hair that fell from his head. Ares . sat back in his chair like he owned the oxygen in the room. Broad-shouldered, covered in prison-issue black, hands tattooed with cryptic symbols and Roman numerals. His dark hair fell over sharp eyes that burned like coal. He didn’t blink. Didn’t move. He just watched me. Like a predator assessing prey. His glance was so intense that it sent a chill up my spine, it made me question my self on what the hell I was thinking of taking this job.I stepped forward and sat across the glass, hands neatly folded, pen and recorder untouched on the table. “Mr Ares,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. “My name is Dr. Rose Allister. I’ll be conducting your psychological review over the next twelve weeks as part of your death sentence processing.” I introduced my self , as my hand sweats from the anxiety I felt at the moment. Nothing. Not a twitch. Not a flinch. Just that cold, calculated silence. “I understand you’ve declined every attempt at a psychological interview before now. But given the brutality of your final charge, the court requires a thorough mental assessment prior to your execution.” i continue. Still nothing. His eyes dipped to my lips. Something twisted low in my stomach, but i ignored it Then he froze, as his eyes widened But it wasn’t out of fear, but terror, it was the first expression I had seen from him since I walked in but before I could say a word, his expression returned to its normal soulless one. I know I was being watched, and I’ll have to stick to professionalism, or else I would have asked him what the issue was. “I’ll begin by asking a few questions,” I continued. “Feel free to answer or remain silent. Either way, I’ll be here every Tuesday and Friday.” That made him move. Only a little. His lips curved into the ghost of a smirk. Amused. Entertained. I glanced down, hiding the way my heart skipped. God, I could feel him. Through the glass. He didn’t need to speak to dominate the entire space. I flipped open my notebook. And began. But I never got a word out of him, he remained silent as he watched me , with interest, shock….i couldn't help but observed the way his eyes widened, at my appearance. his eyes running through my body, sending a chill down my spine. Because the first thirty minutes passed in silence. Ares didn’t speak, didn’t gesture. Just stared. Like he was peeling me apart, layer by layer, memorizing the slope of my neck, the way I nervously tapped my pen, the way my blouse stretched over my chest every time I took a breath. Due to his lack of attention, and how uncomfortable i felt, I was forced to close the session early. The guy was a creep As I gathered my things, I heard the low buzz of the intercom. His voice deep, cracked, and thick rolled through the speaker. “You’re prettier than I expected, dottoressa.” I froze. And slowly turned. Ares was still seated. His smirk was mocking, lazy, dangerous. “Maybe next time,” he murmured, “wear red. I want to see how well it matches your fear. Human”his voice rolled out like he made an order,the word human came with disgust from his tone. And the way he called me out, as human, it wasn’t with disgust or resentment, but it was something I couldn’t place. My stomach knotted. How the hell did he know i was afraid? I had done my best to mask my emotions from him. I held his gaze, smiled back with just enough defiance, and whispered: “Monsters don’t scare me.” Then I walked out. But my knees didn’t stop shaking until I reached the surface.