Stuck With The Alpha

Chapter 3

Natalie's POV*

"What?!" I shrieked at the absurd request of the Alpha in front of me, making sure to keep my distance from the silver bars that separated us. He has been keeping me in a stinky, dungeon cell.

"You heard me. I hate repeating myself." He stated, assuming his usual stance of folding his arms behind his back.

"I can't marry you, no!" I hissed.

How dare he come here to me with a demand that I be his wife? After locking me up in this cold, smelly and dark cell to rot away. What gives him the f*****g right?

"I don't appreciate defiance." He said in a warning tone, making me give him a small, sarcastic smile.

"Then you're gonna have to look for another she-wolf to wife." I sassed.

"Our agreement was that I accept to remain as your...mate." I said, feeling my mouth turn sour at the last word.

"Not to be married to you. Hell no!" I shrieked.

"For someone in your position, you sure have the guts to think you have a choice." He spat, making me frown.

What the hell is with this guy? Isn't he supposed to be interrogating me on the stuff I came here to steal ? Or was this his method of interrogation? First, I'm his mate. Now, he's talking about marriage? Was this some weird way to mess with my head till I spill information to him?

"A thousand grands!" He suddenly said, looking at me. I looked at him in confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"You're a thief, right? So you must love money."

My eyes widened at his implications.

"One thousand grands and you sign a contract of marriage to me for a year."

"Excuse me?!" I said in disbelief.

"Two thousand grands then?" He said.

"You can't bribe me." I scoffed.

"Oh I can. Just hasn't occured to you yet." He stated, making me clench my teeth in rage. Alphas and their mentality of either threatening someone or buying them off. I f*****g hate them.

He slipped his hand between the silver bars of my cell, dropping a sheet of paper on the floor. The said contract. I scowled as I watch the paper fall to the floor, before looking back at him.

"I'm not signing shit." I said to him.

He didn't seem to be bothered by my antics. Infact, he looked scarily confident about the whole thing, like he was certain about me signing the papers. I'll prove him wrong.

He gave me a light scoff, before turning and heading out of the dungeon.

"Enjoy the rest of your day, Natalie." He smiled, my name rolling out of his tongue for the first time.

My eyes suddenly widened when I realized he was living me here again...for goddess knows how long. This cell happens to be so dark that I can't tell if it is day or night outside. I don't even know how long I've been here, all by myself.

"Noo!" I screamed.

"Let me out of here!!!" I ran towards the entrance of my cell.

However, I couldn't get too close to the bars, before a strong, repulsive force pushed me back into the cell. My body was sent flying in the air, till I roughly hit my head on a wall. Once my body dropped to the cold, hard floor, my vision turned blurry and I found my body going limp. My eyes slowly closed, leaving me in total, utter darkness.

"f*****g Mountain Ash!" Were the last words that left my lips as I succumbed to the darkness.

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A sharp, stabbing pain in my chest suddenly made my eyes fly open, leaving me gasping for breath. My hands instinctively reached up to my chest, clutching it tightly as the pain wracked my entire body.

"f**k!" I muttered to myself, trying to move to a much comfortable position.

I didn't expect the pain to arrive so soon, knowing that it hasn't been too long since my last dosage of wolfsbane. Ever since my rejection, I'd occasionally be afflicted with this stabbing pain in my chest. The pain of a severed mate bond, yet to be accepted by my coward self. This was my punishment for holding onto the bond after all these years. Still holding onto the memory of someone who I desperately wanted to be mine. And no matter how much pain I feel, I've never thought of just letting go, accepting the rejection. To me, I'd like to feel that it bothered him to an extent too, even if he isn't in severe pain. A part of me just wanted him to know wherever he is, that I'm still alive and holding onto it. He might have been able to find someone else, but he still isn't totally free from this bond. I took solace in knowing that.

The wolfsbane also helped. After taking it for so long, I've come to realize that I could never be rid of the monster inside me, my curse. No matter how much wolfsbane I take, she'd just go silent for a while, before surfacing again. Her presence made the pain more unbearable. She intensified the pain.

"Aargh!" I groaned, writhing on the ground with my eyes shut tightly. I need wolfsbane.

The pain becomes even more when one realizes what exactly is going on. They were getting intimate. Justin was being intimate with that f*****g b***h! I should have finished her off when I had the chance.

With every thrust, every kiss they share, the pain intensifies. And he knows. He knows how much I'll be suffering for it.

"Please!" I let out a choked whisper in hopes that someone... anyone would hear me. Cold, thirsty, starving and in pains, I couldn't do much to help myself. All I just needed was some wolfsbane in my system. I needed to make the pains stop. I felt my wolf stirring inside me, tugging at the remains of the severed mate bond with Justin. I just needed some wolfsbane to make her stop.

I let out a loud, agonizing scream, feeling my body heat up suddenly. The urge to rip off my clothes was so intense. I slowly backed myself up against the wall of the cell, trembling and whimpering. Alpha Laird said I'm his mate right? And he wants me to accept him and be his wife. He won't let me die here right?

The sound of slow, heavy footsteps suddenly made me raise up my head. I saw his shadow before I saw him and I felt a strange kind of releif. Was he coming to take me out of here?

He finally emerged in front of my cell, staring blankly at me and then at the paper he earlier dropped for me to sign. I noticed him clutching a small bag in his hand, my bag. They took all my stuffs before throwing me into this shithole. I don't even know how many days I've been here so far.

"Apparently you're not just a runt." He said, reaching into my bag to bring out a vial of liquid wolfsbane. My eyes lit up when I saw it.

"You're also a bloody psychopath!" He hissed, holding up the vial in the air.

Wouldn't be the first time someone called me that.

"You poison yourself with wolfsbane? How pathetic!"

"Please... please let me have it." I begged desperately, while he just watched me with a glare.

After what felt like hours of glaring at me, he roughly shoved the vial back into my bag and threw it at me. I hurriedly went towards the bag to grab the vial and empty the contents into my mouth. However, I paused when a thought suddenly occurred to me.

How did he know that I needed the wolfsbane? Why was he just giving it to me so easily? Why the hell was he just standing in front of my cell and grinning at me? Something was definitely off.

All of a sudden, I didn't feel the need to consume the vial of wolfsbane anymore. I didn't feel anymore pain or discomfort. The only discomfort I was feeling was from the stare this Alpha was giving me. I've heard tales of Alpha Laird Reyes before, none of them were good.

"What's the matter mate? Lost your appetite?" He mocked, making drop the bag and tense up suddenly. I didn't like the feeling I was having.

"How did you know?" I asked him, referring to the wolfsbane. He just chuckled darkly, making my skin crawl in a way I didn't quite understand.

He grinned.

I heard approaching footsteps and muffled screaming ...like a kind of struggle. They were heading this way. I instinctively stood up in anticipation.

A gasp left my mouth, when my eyes finally saw a familiar male, hands tied up and mouth covered with a piece of clothe. Baldwin!? Alpha Laird found them all?

Alpha Laird watched my reaction with glee, as Baldwin was being dragged by a tall, lanky werewolf. I remember seeing this particular werewolf on the night I was taken. He was the one I earlier suspected to be Laird's brother, because of their striking resemblance. He shoved Baldwin roughly until he was standing in front of my cell too. Immediately the latter saw me, his eyes widened too and the clothe over his mouth was removed.

"Baldwin?!" I whispered, trying to be sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. The latter just gave me a weak glare. He must be thinking I ratted them out.

"A close friend of yours, I believe?" Alpha Laird smirked at me.

I also saw an identical smirk on the face his brother.

"If not for my brother's sloppiness, we would have gotten the leader. I was told you two were ...close." He said, making his brother roll his eyes with a scoff. So they are truly brothers.

Suddenly, Baldwin was hoisted up by Alpha Laird's brother. His clawed hands were wrapped firmly around Baldwin's throat, slowly lifting him off the floor. A growl left the back of my throat as I made an attempt to run towards the bars separating us.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!" Laird casually tutted, raising a finger at me and stopping me from coming any closer. I suddenly remembered the barrier of mountain ash that threw me right into the wall earlier.

"Any last words rogue?" Laird's brother taunted Baldwin.

"Fucking...pack..scum!" Baldwin managed to say amidst choking. He spat directly at Laird's brother, who just kept regarding him with a psychotic smile.

"Just sign the damn papers... and he doesn't get hurt." Laird said to me.

So this was about the contract?

"You bastard!" I snarled at him.

"I've been called worse."

"How do I know you won't still kill him anyway?" I asked, feeling on edge.

"You don't need to know anything." He deadpanned.

I glared at him for what felt like hours before Baldwin cried out.

"You better sign his f*****g papers." He said, before having a fit of coughs. I instantly felt guilty for dragging him into this mess.

Quickly picking up the paper, I ran my eyes all over the page, looking for where to sign. When I finally saw it, I looked up at Laird.

"Pen?" I asked.

"Oh no, a drop of your blood will do." He calmly stated, making me give him a look of bewilderment.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Put a drop of your blood on the paper." He ordered.

Baldwin let out a cry of pain, as Laird's brother tightened his grip around his neck. That snapped me back to reality immediately. I can't just watch them kill Baldwin because of my stubbornness. We may not have been the best of friends but I still owe him my life in a way.

Using my extended claws, I cut my palm, before holding up the paper for them to see my blood drop onto it. Laird had a smile of satisfaction on his face instantly, his ego growing even more bigger.

"I've finally done what you asked. Let him go." I said, glaring at Laird's brother.

"Why the hell are you still holding him!" I yelled, seeing Baldwin's face turn white from lack of oxygen.

"You f*****g promised me!" I growled at Laird's smirking face this time.

"I did, didn't I ?" He taunted.

"I said he wouldn't get hurt. Didn't say I'll keep him alive."