Stuck With The Alpha

Chapter 4

[Flashback]

Natalie stared blankly into space, curling herself up in a fetal position and whispering inaudibly to herself. Her brown chestnut hair was disheveled and her dress was stained with blood. Her once blue and vibrant eyes now had huge, dark circles around them. She looked pale and unrecognizable. The severed mate bond was eating her up the more she held onto it. She was becoming a shadow of herself.

It's been two days since she last spoke to anyone, two days without eating or drinking. Just wallowing in her pain and misery. No matter how anyone tried to get a reaction from her, she remained like that. She had yet again, lost another source of her happiness, her unborn child.

Two days ago, she went into sudden labor. One that almost took her life but instead, it took her child. The only piece of Justin she had with her.

Boss Winston, the leader of the rogue clan that took her in, three months ago. He was a very rough male, but was gentle with her, especially because she was pregnant. For werewolves, pregnancy lasts for six months. Hers however, came prematurely and the doctor attributed it to the trauma she must have experienced in the time past. Natalie knew it was more than just that. She knew she was suffering the consequences of not letting go, of staying up all night with the hopes that he return for her and his child. She was suffering the consequences of falling too deeply for someone who never felt anything serious for her, someone who wasn't willing to go out of his way to fight for her. She was holding on to someone who clearly didn't find her worthy of him, someone who threw her out just to please his parents and pack members.

Her excessive consumption of wolfsbane, in a bid to neutralize her true nature, her inner monster, had finally cost her greatly. She was certain that Justin loved her, he was only scared of the monster in her and she was willing to get rid of it. Of course, who would accept a Darkhound as a mate? She was going to get rid of it. She would do that much for her soulmate, regardless of his clear rejection. She also took solace in the fact that she was carrying his child. Maybe that would give him a change of heart, make him see her as less of a threat.

Alas! That child died two days ago... and with it, died her hopes of ever getting her mate back.

Boss Winston suddenly poked his head in to look at her from outside the small tent she was staying in. She didn't bother to spare him a glance, neither was she bothered by his presence. He had always been coming to check on her every now and then.

He slowly walked into the tent with a bottle of rum in his hand. He made sure to sit down gently beside her so as not to spook her. The little amount of time she has spent with him and his clansmen had showed him that she was someone with alot of pains. Pains that she'd rather keep bottled up within herself. It made him feel something akin to sympathy for her.

"I want to hurt him." Natalie said in a cold, monotone voice. She was still staring into space, making Boss Winston tense up.

"You want to hurt... your mate?" He asked her in surprise."

"Curse him. He's the reason I lost my child.... our child." She cried out.

"Why don't you just accept his rejection and severe the bond totally?" Winston asked in genuine curiosity. Natalie finally turned to look at him.

"Because then he wouldn't feel my pain, my rage and anguish. He would be totally free."

"I can't let that happen." She stated.

"I want to look him in the eyes as I take something very dear to him. I want him to feel the same way I feel." Natalie said.

"Will that make you feel better?" Winston asked her, making her avert her gaze from him.

"I don't know." She muttered.

"Well your mind seems pretty made up."

"It is."

"Tomorrow, you'll join the others in training." Winston said, passing her the bottle of rum.

"This pain you feel, will be forged into a dangerous weapon."

"And once that is done, that Alpha scum won't know what hit him." Winston smiled, as Natalie finally accepted the bottle of rum from him.

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[present day]

Natalie's POV*

The smell of drugs and loud beeping of weird machines, filled my ears, making me struggle to open my eyes. But I couldn't.

For some odd reason, I couldn't move any part of my body, open my eyes or even speak. I was hearing a few footsteps around me though and I assumed I was in some kinda hospital ward. It made me confused.

"Well she's stabilized enough now. That should do it...let her wolf heal up any injury she may have sustained." A strange, masculine voice said. He's probably a doctor.

"That's wonderful news, doctor. Laird was loosing his s**t already." Another male voice said with a chuckle.

"Oh the Alpha doesn't need to worry much. Just make sure she doesn't have anymore wolfsbane in her system and she'll be good." The doctor said.

"It's still a wonder how she's alive with so much wolfsbane in her system."

"Beats me. Looks like she's stronger than she might appear." The doctor said, before they both went silent.

After a while, I heard the door open and someone walked out. I could still hear the other person sitting somewhere beside my bed, chewing loudly on some snacks. I so badly wanted to open my eyes to glare at whoever they were.

Suddenly, I felt my hands move and it filled me with releif. I felt my wolf stirring inside me and I took in a deep breath. My eyes flew wide open and I winced at the brightness of the whole place, making me close my eyes to open it slowly. I was indeed in a hospital. How did I get here?

"Look who's finally awake! I'm Marcus by the way." The male sitting on a chair beside my bed, suddenly said, making me eye him curiously.

I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't find my voice. It made my hands instinctively reach for my throat as I assumed a sitting position on the bed. Marcus quickly rushed to me with a bottle of water, which I gulped down without hesitation. My eyes never left him the whole time. Then it suddenly struck me...

"Marcus." I slowly whispered, watching a familiar smirk spread across his face. A smirk that was quite identical to that of the bastard that threw me in a smelly cell, forced me into signing some damned marriage contract and ... killed Baldwin?

The memories slowly started coming back, as I gave Marcus a deathly glare. He was the one who held Baldwin by the neck. He's Alpha Laird's f*****g brother. A growl suddenly left my lips and I was suddenly lunging at him, not minding the IV lines that were connected to my arms.

I held him by the neck, snarling and hissing on his face, while straddling him in his seat. He only seemed to look slightly bothered.

"You killed Baldwin." I hissed.

"You passed before anything even happened, how would you know?" He taunted, making me even more enraged.

"I wouldn't be moving around so much if I were you. You've been out for four days." He said, making my eyes widen. I slowly got off him, shaking my head vehemently. I backed up away from him, turning around to inspect the room more carefully. I've been out for four days?

My eyes finally caught the sight of an expensive looking diamond ring on my finger, making me frown and poke it curiously. What the hell?

"Beautiful right?" Marcus said from behind me. I turned to face him.

"Your husband-to-be has got quite the taste." He chuckled, making me charge at him again.

I was now standing in front of him, looking him right in his eyes so he could feel just how angry I was. All traces of amusement was slowly wiped off from his face, when he noticed my unwavering stare; a clear challenge to someone of Alpha blood. I didn't care at this stage if it pissed him off. The most important thing was that I now had his full attention. I wanted to know the whereabouts of the bastard who put this damn ring on my finger.

"Where is he?" I snarled.

"Where is Laird Reyes?"