The Alpha's Unwanted Bride

10 Good Morning, Wife

Elsa

The next day passed without incident. I decided to test Alpha Adam’s limits a bit, staying out longer than I had the day before, curious to see how he would react.

It wasn’t that I liked him, but with no one else in the pack willing to interact with me, provoking him seemed like the only way to keep my sanity.

It was strange, but aggravating him at least meant I existed in someone’s eyes.

When I finally returned and took a shower, I half-expected him to burst into my room again, furious. But he didn’t come. I guessed he had said all he needed to the night before, so I went to bed, determined to find something more productive to do the next day.

The following morning, after breakfast, I decided to rest a bit before heading out for another run. But when I was ready to leave, I found that my door was locked.

Panic quickly set in as I banged on the door, waiting for someone to come and let me out. No one answered. My heart raced as the walls seemed to close in around me. I couldn’t bring myself to break down the door; I didn’t want to damage Alpha Adam’s property, knowing how he might react.

As frustration and fear gnawed at me, I suddenly heard Alpha Adam’s voice in my head through the mind link.

"Good morning, dear wife. This is punishment for defying me and coming home very late in the night," he said, his tone almost mocking before he abruptly severed the connection.

Rage boiled within me. How could he be so cruel, so inconsiderate? Locking me in was his way of asserting control, of reminding me that even the smallest freedoms I had were at his mercy.

Going out was the only way I could escape the suffocating confines of this place, the only way I could feel remotely free in this prison he called home. And now, he had taken even that away from me.

I hated him in that moment, more than I had ever hated anyone. The anger coursed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Trapped in that room, I felt utterly powerless, my spirit crushed beneath the weight of his control.

I paced the room, my frustration growing with each passing minute. I tried to link with Alpha Adam several times, hoping to convince him to let me and Claire run wild, to give us some freedom. But each time, he blocked me out, refusing to let me in. My anger simmered beneath the surface, but I knew I had to be smart about this. I wasn't going to let him keep me trapped.

Deciding to bide my time, I waited for lunch. I had a plan—when the omegas brought my meal, I would make a run for it.

I refused to let this room become a physical prison as well as a mental one. I pretended to calm down, acting as though I had given up, but I didn’t change my clothes. I only took off my shoes to be ready for a quick escape.

Lunch finally arrived around three in the afternoon. As soon as the omega opened the door, I bolted, darting past them and into the forest, barefoot and determined. I ran until I reached the lake I had spotted the day before.

It was a place of peace and freedom, far from Alpha Adam’s control. Stripping off my clothes, I dove into the cool water, letting it wash away my anger and fear. For a brief moment, I felt like I had regained a piece of myself, a small victory against the man who sought to control me.

After swimming for a while, I emerged from the lake, waiting for my skin to dry before dressing again. I wasn’t ready to return just yet, so I decided to stroll through the forest, taking in the beauty around me.

But my peace was short-lived. A low, menacing growl echoed through the woods, sending a shiver down my spine. Claire immediately sensed the danger, and without hesitation, we shifted.

I began to run, but I wasn’t fast enough. Out of nowhere, a huge wolf barreled into me, knocking me into a tree with a sickening crunch. Pain shot through my body, but I had no time to cry out. I needed to stand my ground.

Struggling to my feet, I faced my attacker—a rogue Alpha wolf, its eyes filled with murderous intent.

With no other choice, I leaped at it, and the fight began.

We clawed, bit, and wrestled with ferocity. I was a trained warrior, nearly as powerful as an Alpha breed, and I knew how to hold my own in a fight. Despite the pain, I fought with everything I had. After what felt like an eternity of battle, I finally managed to get the upper hand. Sinking my teeth into its throat, I held on until I felt the rogue's life drain away with its final whimper.

As the rogue wolf’s body slumped to the ground, I stood over it, panting and covered in blood. Claire and I were both injured, our strength nearly spent. But there was no time to rest. I had to get back to the Packhouse.

Staggering through the forest, my vision blurred and my body weakened with every step. I pushed on, driven by sheer willpower.

Finally, as I neared the Packhouse, my body gave out. Claire and I collapsed, succumbing to the darkness that had been creeping in since the fight.

Everything went black as we passed out, our fate now in the hands of those who would find us.