Broken Hybrid Alpha

Kidnapped

Jasmine opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar place. She stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to clear her vision and her foggy mind.

As if lightning suddenly struck her, she abruptly sat up on the bed. Her eyes widened as she remembered what happened before she blacked out. She had been kidnapped on her wedding day.

She remembered that she was sitting in the car, dressed in her beautiful wedding dress and chatting unenthusiastically with her maid of honor when they were suddenly attacked.

She had tried to escape but her attempts were unsuccessful as one of the men caught her. He quickly covered her nose with a piece of cloth that knocked her out immediately she inhaled.

Looking down at her body, she breathed out in relief when she saw that she was still in her wedding dress.

While she was still thinking about the event, the door to the room flew open and five men walked into the room. They all looked normal except for the first one who wore a black mask that completely covered his face. He looked more scary and powerful than the other men so it was easy to conclude that he was their leader.

The masked man took one step toward her and she panicked. Her heartbeat spiked when he continued to approach her while the other men stayed back.

So many questions ran through her mind at the same time but she couldn't bring herself to utter any words. His eyes, which were the only part of his face that was not covered by the mask looked into hers when he reached the bed.

Her heart was beating erratically but she bravely looked back into his eyes.

After spending some time on her eyes, his gaze slowly traveled to her cheek and she noticed his blue eyes got darker.

"Who left finger marks on her skin?" The masked man asked, his voice coming out as a threateningly low growl.

One of the men in the room quickly fell to his knees with his head bowed.

"I am sorry Alpha. I didn't mean to hit her. She was struggling to escape and when I tried to stop her she bit my ha —"

"What was the instruction, Anthony?" The masked man asked in a calm tone that brought goosebumps to the skin of the other men in the room.

"The instruction was to handle her carefully, but she bi–"

He couldn't complete the sentence as his head left his body that instant, and rolled on the floor.

Jasmine screamed when she witnessed was just happened. Her body shook uncontrollably as she stared at the headless body which had just fallen on the floor, blood oozing out of the neck.

The masked man had killed the other man with his bare hands. It had happened so fast that she would have missed it if she had blinked at that moment.

"Clean this up." The masked man ordered and the others, whose faces held no expression, moved immediately to carry out the order. It was as if what just happened was something normal and not murder.

Before Jasmine could register what was happening, the man had pulled her away from that room into another room. The banging of the door woke her up from her shock and she realized that she was in another room, alone, with the monster.

She broke down in tears and tried to pull her hand away from his iron grip but he didn't let go. She didn't want to die and especially not by this man's hand.

"Please don't kill me. I have not done anything wrong. I don't know what you want from me but I don't have money..." she pleaded and immediately fell to her knees. "Please let me go, I will never speak a word of what happened –"

"Stand up." The man cut her off with a voice so soft that it shut her up immediately. Was she dreaming or did she hear him right?

"What?" She asked almost sure that she had heard wrong or her mind was playing games with her right at this moment.

"I said stand up, Jasmine." The man repeated a little harder this time, causing her to flinch, but she didn't stand up as something else caught her attention.

"How do you know my name?" She asked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously amidst her tears.

"Will you stand up or do you want me to carry you up myself?" He asked again, this time pulling her hand which was still held by him. His calm voice sounded slightly irritated.

Jasmine jumped to her feet as the feeling of threat and danger came over her once again.

"Sit." He said and he let go of her hand after pulling her towards the bed.

Jasmine swallowed and sat down obediently without saying another word. She knew that this man was dangerous but she didn't understand why he was speaking softly all of a sudden.

Her eyes followed him as he walked towards the other end of the room to pick up a piece of cloth from the closet. When he moved to the refrigerator, her eyes suddenly moved to the door.

Without thinking, she instinctively ran towards the door. She had barely taken five steps when she was lifted off the floor.

She kicked and punched and screamed, but nothing she did affected the man as he carried her back to the bed.

"Are you trying to piss me off? He asked with a strained voice trying hard to control his anger.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" She yelled at him, shocking him as well as herself. She didn't know where the courage came from, but immediately the words left her mouth, tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably.

"Stop crying." She heard him say in a soft voice that sounded very familiar to her.

She narrowed her eyes and scrunched her brows as she tried to remember where she had heard his voice. She shook her head when she couldn't remember anything with the thoughts that she was just overthinking.

"Why should I stop crying when you kidnapped me? And that too on my wedding day? What do you want from me? Do you want to kill me too?" Jasmine asked and the man clenched his fists.

"I don't want you dead. If I did, you would be dead by now." He said with gritted teeth.

Jasmine heard all he said but nothing bothered her more than the way he calls her name and his voice. She couldn't shake the feeling off anymore that she had heard his voice somewhere in the past.

"How do you know my name? Who are you?" She asked.

"You don't need to know who I am." He answered and moved his hand to place the ice pack on her cheek.

Jasmine jerked away and attempted to move farther into the bed, away from him, but he caught her ankle and pulled her back to the edge of the bed.

"Stay still." He said in a controlled voice full of authority. Though her body did obey, her eyes and heart bluntly refused to stay still. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears and her eyes followed every move his hand made.

"What are you doing?" she asked when the cold clothes made contact with her face again.

"Applying ice on your face." He answered plainly and she bit the insides of her cheek. She knew what he was doing but the reason behind it is what she wanted to know.

"Why?" She asked again.

"Because you have finger marks on your fa–"

"Why are you treating me well when you were the one who kidnapped me in the first place? Why did you kidnap me?" She cut him off exasperatedly as she slapped the ice pack he was holding away from her face.

The man let out a long tired sigh. "I see you still don't know what you are." He said tiredly as if he was talking to a very stubborn but clueless child.

Jasmine narrowed her eyes when she heard his words. Only one person had asked her that question before, though not in the same line. The question then had been "You don't know what you are?".

She shook her head and scrunched her face again. No. It couldn't be him. But the voice... Her eyes widened when she realized why his voice sounded familiar and those eyes...

She shook her head again. It can't be him. It may just be somebody who sounds like him. She tried to convince herself. If only she could see his face, she thought, as a desire to see the face behind the mask roused within her.

The man watched as her expressions changed quickly to different ones. Though it was quite amusing to watch, he knew he had made a mistake by asking her that question. She shouldn't remember him yet because she would freak out if she did, and things would not work according to the plan.

When he saw her shaking her head, he felt relieved. He knew she was doubting whatever idea had popped in her head.

"What do you mean by 'what I am?'" She asked him but he just shook his head.

He moved to place the wrapped ice pack on her cheek when he heard her stomach grumble.

Placing the ice pack on her cheek, he put her hand on it for support instead of his.

"Hold it." He said firmly but she bluntly refused and pulled her hand away.

"Stop being stubborn, Jasmine. You need to eat." He scolded her but she remained adamant. Her curiosity to know who he was had overtaken her sense of danger.

"Tell me what you mean first." She insisted. She needed to confirm if her suspicion was right or wrong.

The man turned around to leave but before he could get far, she did the unexpected.

She had stood on the bed the moment he turned around and jumped on his back when he started walking away, taking him by surprise. It took a second for him to recover from the shock, but that second was enough for Jasmine to pull the mask off his head.

He froze again when he realized what she had done. Before he could react, she was already in front of him, staring at him with eyes stretched wide.

Jasmine felt blood drain off her body when she saw his face. Her suspicion was right. It was indeed him.

"Caleb." she whispered as her mind took her back to what happened eleven years ago.