Taken by the Alpha King

Chapter4: The meeting.

He is just staring at me and not saying anything and it is beginning to make me nervous because now I don’t know who I am and I don’t know who he is. 

There are questions in his eyes... I have questions too. Do I know him? Do we know each other?

“What’s your name?” He asks.

His voice is like warm milk. It washes over me like h to sun does on a warm summer night. It is soft and hard at the same and very deep and gruff. Masculine. Not a weak voice to go with that big thick and muscular body. 

He takes a step further into the room and shuts the door behind him. Then he leans against it .

“I ..... I don’t know.” I whisper softly. I don’t know my name. Jen asked me before I don’t know my own name. I feel the panic start to rise again and I start hyperventilating. 

He speaks. 

“Look at me. Focus your eyes on me.” He says softly. 

He doesn’t look away from me and our eyes meet and hold. I don’t know how he is doing it but my breathing returns back to normal and I regain my breathe, it slows down to just handful of gasps .

“You don’t remember.... do you remember anything at all? Like how you got here? You were attacked. Do you know anyone that will want to hurt you?” He asks again .

“No I don’t know anyone, I can’t.....” I take a frustrated deep breathe. I don’t remember or understand. 

“I’m coming up blank. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I remember anything?” I ask him with questioning eyes. He has to help me. What is wrong with me....

“I don’t know but it is not uncommon. You are a smaller sized wolf so the trauma would have made your wolf rise up to protect you from whatever it is that wanted to hurt you and that’s the reason why you can’t remember anything right now.” He says softly still watching my every move. It is like he is recording everything and he is not missing a single detail about me.

“Your memory will come back you eventually. In bits and pieces so you have to brace yourself and prepare. Sometimes our wolves shield us from violent memories because our mind can’t deal with it.” He says again. 

A lock of hair falls across his face and I want to reach out with my hand and brush it off. I curl my hand tightly and he watches that happen to like I said his sharp gaze hardly misses anything at all. 

“So someone tried to kill me? Why? Where did you find me?” I ask afraid for my life. Someone tried to kill me? Was I a bad person? Was I terrible that they sought to end my life? Who would do such a thing to me? My hand graze my bandaged side. 

“That’s what we don’t know. One of my men found you unconscious and lying in a pool of your own blood at the edge of our territory. It seemed like you were running from someone or something because your shoes were soiled and your dress was torn from trees. You barely survived.” He says matter of fact. 

If his men hadn’t found me when they did I would have died. 

“We don’t know who wanted to kill you but Till we find out you can stay with us and we can tend to you. Whatever tried to kill you might still be out there.” He says before me moves to exit the door. 

“Thank you.” I whisper to him. 

He turns around and his piercing eyes hold me again. 

He doesn’t reply he just walks out of the door. I sigh loudly and nothing can stop the tears I have been holding back from pouring out. This is literal hell. When your mind is nothing but darkness. It’s like an empty shell or a hollow place with nothing inside. I can’t even remember my name. I am on this bed, bandaged and bruised and I can’t even tell who put me here and why? What of if they come back to finish what they started.... how will I recognize them?? This is literal hell. 

HADES POV 

I have never seen anyone as beautiful as she is. Whoever she is she is stunning. Her blonde white hair and her violet colored eyes the color of pure topaz is unlike anything I have seen before. She looks like she was picked out of a magical story. Or a book. And the way she was sprawled on the bed helpless and dainty.... it raises a lot of questions. 

Why would anyone want to hurt her??

Why would anyone want to harm her?? She looks defenseless and can’t even lift up a sword to defend herself. But I have seen a lot of things in my lifetime which makes me understand that there is usually more to things than meet the eye. She has a story and I am going to find out what it is. She can’t even remember her name and where she came from and one of the keys to finding out who she is and what she’s doing here is her pendant. She doesn’t remember it if not she would have asked for it so till then I am going to use that to find out what I want. 

Something just tells me that this girl is bringing a whole lot of drama with her. Anyone that looks like that, shows up nearly dead and holds a secret looking object has trouble written all over her. 

How to handle this would be to send word to all the neighboring packs and ask who is missing a member but that would be unwise. It would just be putting a mark on her back again and telling her assailant that she’s alive and giving them the go ahead to strike again and this time they may not miss.