Escape Of The Alpha’s Fake Wife

His Wife

Chapter 3: His Wife

Zoey

The next morning, I was helping my grandmother sort herbs in the yard when the sound of engines roared through the air. I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

A convoy of black cars was assembling right outside our house.

“Zoey,” my grandmother called, her voice trembling. “What did you do this time?”

“I didn’t do anything!” I protested, though my mind was racing. My encounter with Alpha Lyon flashed before my eyes. Could it be? No, it couldn’t.

I had only ever seen a car once in my life—one, not this many. I was from the poor district. What were all these cars doing here?

Men in suits began stepping out of the vehicles, their movements precise and intimidating. Then, the door of the largest car opened, and Alpha Lyon emerged.

My grandmother gasped loudly. She immediately fell to her knees and yanked me down with her. “Kneel, Zoey!”

I burst into tears, my heart pounding in fear. “Grandma, I—”

“What have you done this time?” she hissed, shaking me by the arm.

“I-I insulted him,” I stammered between sobs.

“You insulted him?” Her voice rose, and she smacked my shoulder. “You foolish child! You’ve caused trouble again!”

Alpha Lyon walked forward, his cold, piercing gaze fixed on me. His presence was suffocating, and I could barely breathe.

“I am here to take your daughter away,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “She’s going to be my wife and the Luna of Skywood Pack.”

My entire body froze. The words echoed in my mind, but they didn’t feel real. Me? His wife? The Luna?

“Wait—what?” my grandmother gasped, but before she could say anything else, Lyon’s men grabbed me by the arms and started dragging me away.

“No! Please, Grandma, don’t let them take me!” I cried, struggling against their grip.

“Zoey!” my grandmother called out, but there was nothing she could do.

I kicked and screamed, tears streaming down my face, but they didn’t care. My pleas fell on deaf ears as they forced me into one of the cars.

The door slammed shut, and I sat there trembling, staring out of the window .

The ride was painfully quiet, except for the occasional chatter of the guards in the front seat. My head was spinning, my thoughts a jumbled mess. My tears had dried up, but my chest still felt heavy.

This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.

After a while, the car slowed to a stop. My stomach dropped as the door opened, and one of the guards motioned for me to get out.

“Why are we stopping?” I asked shakily, but no one answered.

I was ushered out of the car and into another, larger one parked behind. Sitting there, waiting, was Alpha Lyon.

I hesitated, but the guards pushed me forward. The moment I was seated across from him, the door slammed shut, and the car began to move again.

The air inside the car felt heavy, suffocating. Lyon’s piercing gaze was on me, but he said nothing. I didn’t dare look at him for too long, but his presence was impossible to ignore.

“Stop crying,” he said after a moment, his tone sharp but calm. “You’ll have questions, I’m sure. I’ll answer two.”

I blinked at him, unsure if I heard him right. “What... what do you mean by I’m your wife?” I stammered, my voice shaking.

He nodded slightly, as if expecting the question. “Exactly that. You are my wife now, Zoey.”

He knew my name ?

I shook my head furiously. “No, no, I’m not. I didn’t agree to this!”

“You don’t have a choice,” he replied firmly, his voice carrying an edge of finality.

Tears began to well up in my eyes again. “Why me? What do you mean by this?” I asked desperately, my words spilling out.

He smirked, tilting his head. “That’s two questions,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “I’ll answer one.” He leaned closer, his voice low but clear. “Why you? Because I want you.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. His words echoed in my head.

Because I want you.

This had to be a nightmare.

“I don’t believe you!” I shouted, my voice rising. “Stop the car! Let me out!”

He didn’t flinch. “No.”

“Stop the car!” I screamed, pounding on the door.

Lyon’s expression hardened. “Enough,” he said sharply, and the weight of his authority made me freeze for a moment.

“I want to go home! Take me back to my grandmother!” I cried, my voice cracking.

“If it will calm you,” he said coldly, “your grandmother can be brought to you. But you cannot escape. You are my wife now, Zoey. Accept it and prepare yourself for your role.”

My heart sank at his words. “You’re insane!” I yelled, my voice shaking with fear and anger.

He ignored my outburst, his gaze unyielding. “The sooner you understand this, the easier it will be for you.”

I slumped back into the seat, my mind racing. There was no reasoning with him, no way to make him see how wrong this was.

I felt trapped, powerless.

Was this my new reality?