The Alpha's Unwanted Bride

09 Defiance

Elsa

After breakfast, I decided to go on a run, needing to escape the suffocating confines of the Packhouse. I ventured into the forest and shifted into Claire, my wolf form.

My fur was pure white, a rare and striking colour that had always been a source of pride for me.

Back in my old pack, members would often compliment the beauty of my wolf, and I loved the attention. But here, in this new place, I knew there would be no one to admire me. It was clear that Alpha Adam had instructed everyone to avoid me.

As I ran through the woods, I noticed how the other pack members kept their distance, their eyes averted as if I didn’t exist.

My twentieth birthday was approaching, but the thought of celebrating it felt hollow. My life, as I had known it, was already over. What was the point in marking another year when all the joy and potential had been stripped away?

I didn’t return to the house until late at night, enjoying the freedom of the forest as long as I could.

I took a quick shower when I returned, feeling a little more at peace after the run. But as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Alpha Adam stormed into my room, his face twisted with anger.

"Where did you go?" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. The intensity of his anger caught me off guard.

"I went on a run," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady and confident.

"You expect me to believe you just went on a run?" he snapped, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"What else did you think I was doing?" I retorted, trying to remain calm. "I’m new to these parts, so I decided to look around." But my explanation did nothing to soften his gaze.

"And you didn’t think to inform me through the mind link?" he demanded, his voice laced with irritation.

I was momentarily taken aback by his accusation. The idea of contacting him through the mind link hadn’t even crossed my mind. We were bonded by the forced marriage, but I hadn’t felt any real connection to him, so it didn’t occur to me to reach out that way.

"I didn’t think it was necessary," I finally said, trying to maintain my composure. "I was just running, exploring the territory."

His anger didn’t dissipate. Instead, it seemed to simmer just beneath the surface, and I could see how deeply it bothered him that he didn’t know where I was or what I was doing. For a moment, we stood there in silence, the tension between us thick and oppressive.

"Next time, you inform me," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I won’t tolerate disobedience."

I nodded, unwilling to provoke him further, but inside, I seethed with frustration. It was clear that, in his eyes, I was nothing more than a possession—a wife in name only, someone to be controlled and kept under constant surveillance.

"I didn’t think I mattered that much," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tension in the room.

"You spelled it out clearly: if I run away, you’ll kill everyone. That’s enough motivation for me not to run." My words were honest, but they did nothing to ease the atmosphere.

Alpha Adam stepped closer to me, and for the first time, he stood so near that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He towered over me, his presence overwhelming. At five feet seven inches, I had never felt so small in my life, especially standing next to a man who was six feet eight inches tall. His height and the intensity in his eyes made my heart pound in my chest. It wasn’t fear, though—something else entirely, a surge of adrenaline that left me breathless. I forced myself to hold his gaze, refusing to be intimidated.

"There are troublesome wolves out there," he said, his voice low and ominous.

"I can take care of myself, Alpha," I replied, trying to sound confident. "I’m not as weak as I look." A small, defiant smile tugged at my lips, and he responded with an evil grin, one that sent a shiver down my spine.

"If you get yourself killed, I will wipe out your pack," he threatened, his words cutting through the air like a blade. It wasn’t fair, and the cruelty of it made my blood boil.

"What if I die by accident?" I asked, pushing back just enough to test the limits of his insanity. He didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him with a force that made the walls shake.

The pounding in my chest hadn’t stopped, and I felt a confusing mix of emotions churning inside me. I didn’t know when—or if—it would subside.

Desperate for some kind of release, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Maybe if I could calm myself down, I could make sense of what I was feeling, and perhaps, just for a moment, forget about the suffocating reality of my situation.

I lay in my bed and spread my legs apart. Reaching into my pants, I touched myself feeling for my c**t trying to imagine the perfect man so I could escape the reality in my head.

As I began to work on myself, rubbing with my fingers. An image of Alpha Adam flashed through my mind's eyes, and I felt horrible for fantasising about him, but I couldn't help it. He was hot ma and If this was all his image would be good for, so be it.

I moaned, pleasure coursing through me until I finally came. I went further and eased my clenching walls with my finger to calm down, and soon I relaxed.

After finishing, I felt ashamed of myself.

I couldn't allow myself to feel attracted to the man; he was wicked. I decided to watch a couple of movies to see if I could find a new face for my fantasies. It seemed like touching myself would be the only way I would get any release for the rest of my miserable life. I might as well get creative.