The Alpha's Prisoner

Gone

Tyson

He had left as soon as the limousine had turned out of the large white gates. He couldn’t stand what had just happened, what Sarah had just witnessed. He never wanted to kiss the girl, she was more of a sister to him than anything and it felt so wrong. Their families had been old friends for many generations, their packs were so close they were practically family. The look on Sarah’s face had broken him, but he was soon overcome with fear. The Blue Moon pack were not fond of the King’s kindness towards humans. Tyson remembered grimly when he was younger, playing with Isabella. The family would have to employ other werewolves as the help as the young Alpha’s daughter would lock the human workers in cellars or push them down wells. Safe to say no humans lasted long when positioned with the Blue Moon pack. It was already hard enough to find humans that could keep the magical world secret, they were usually employed along family lines. Now even those began to dwindle.

Tyson dreaded what Isabella could have done to his mate. It was the fear that drove his actions. Tyson hurried up the marble staircase and headed towards Sarah’s room. Why was she out to begin with? He had told the old maid to keep the door locked.

He hadn’t yet figured out how to explain everything to his mate, but he had run out of time. He had to do it now. He flung the door open heaving a heavy breath as he readied to explain everything.

Where was she?

Tyson scanned the room once more as his eyes came to rest on a neatly folded paper beside the bed. His heart fell as he began to read it.

She was gone.

She had left him.

Tyson’s mind filled with fury, towards his father, towards Isabella, but really towards himself. He had said that she was nothing. He should have explained sooner, he should have explained last night, or during their time in the woods. Why did he have to leave when his father had called? Why did he so willingly fall into this arrangement?

Tyson flung the small table across the room, smashing it through the wardrobe on the other side. He sunk to the ground, desperate and broken. He should have done better; he knew that now. All he wanted was to have her back, he didn’t care about the pack, the kingdom. He needed his mate. If his father couldn’t accept that then he was going to have to find a new Alpha to take over the Raging Moon pack. But he couldn’t get her back, he had no idea where she had gone. The only one that knew was his Beta, Mathew. He would have to wait until Mathew returned, he had headed off early to tend to Sarah’s family, something that Tyson would be forever grateful. That must be where Sarah had headed. He just needed to wait.

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Sarah

The smell hit me first. It smelt acidic, foul. A mixture of citrus and BO. It was stale and humid as I slowly awoke, tired and groggy. I tried to sit up but the heaviness in my arms kept me down. I shifted them slowly, the rope burning my wrists.

Rope?

I shot awake, trying to rise once more, only to get mere inches before falling back hard. No, no, no. Where was I now? A smooth chuckle started from the shadows as it slowly made its way out from the corner of the room. The sickening cooked grin making its way towards me.

Derek. The forest.

“Did you really think you could leave me?”

He stepped closer as I began thrashing against my restraints. It was hopeless. I was tied down, limbs spread across the filthy mattress. Nothing to help me out of this one.

“Don’t worry my sweet. The Prince won’t find you here. It’s just you and me. Just as it’s supposed to be.”

His hand came down to caress my cheek as I shook my head, trying desperately to move him away. He gripped my face in response, bringing his head down towards mine. His wretched breath pouring over my face as he talked.

“Now, what you did can’t go unpunished now, can it. We can’t have you going around thinking you can do whatever you wish. If you’re to be my wife, you’ll have to have a bit more disciplined then that.”

“That will never happen”

I growled up towards him as he released me and headed towards the shadowed half of the room. I squinted, trying to work out what he was doing. A strong lamp had been set just above the bed, flushing the rest of the space into complete darkness.

No.

Derek had returned. Jumper cables in hand. That sick…

“Now! Where to start! Well I know where I would want to start”

His eyes lowered toward my chest. Anger surged inside me.

“I think we should work up to that, don’t you? I brought a little extra juice for the occasion, just to see how far we can ramp this up”

Derek nudged a generator laying next to his feet.

“Now, around fifty volts would be lethal. We don’t want that, that would ruin all the fun. So, let’s just start at a happy thirty.”

I watched wide-eyed as Derek knelt, adjusting the dial on the generator next to him. He was even crazier then I had initially realised. I knew he was a cruel man, but I had never known he would go this far.

He began towards me, cables in hand. I thrashed harder, but all efforts were futile. He quickly grabbed my hand and pried my finger from my closed fist. The clamp bit down hard, the electricity hadn’t even begun to run but the pain was already intense. Soon the other one was on and Derek had stalked back once more. I couldn’t shift much as the clamps threatened to tear skin.

“And now comes the fun part”

I watched in horror as Derek knelt and pressed the large switch. The surge hit me instantly, pain radiating throughout my entire body as I began thrashing uncontrollably. I couldn’t scream, the pain smothering it as it radiated through me. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. Everything was blank except for the searing white fire that ignited my skin. My bone’s felt like they would crack from the pressure, my muscles convulsed uncontrollably.

Suddenly it was all over. I lay there stunned. Exhausted. My other senses slowly returned as I lay there completely still. The slight smell of cooked meat filled the air as I turned to my blistered finger connected to the jumper cable.

“I am so sorry dear. Seems are time is cut short. Your Prince seems to have found you after all”

Derek’s voice was faint against the ringing in my ears. But I quickly turned at his words, my energy partly returning.

“Don’t worry for me darling, this won’t take a moment. My men will be quick to handle him. So sad for a man so young to die, but it must be done.”

He turned and left, blowing a kiss as he did. No. Tyson came after me? I can’t let Derek kill him. He must have gotten a lot more men since I had last seen him. Even with Tyson’s strength, I knew he could not take them all on.

I looked up at the rope and the bed frame, I was still stuck. The jumper cables still dug into my finger as I slowly twisted it around, digging it deeper until it finally pulled off. I could feel warmth trickling down my hand but kept focused, unable to look at the damage inflicted. 

However, it gave me an idea.

Using the jumper cables, I began dragging the generator towards me. Thankfully it was on wheels, so the task was fairly easy. Once the generator was close enough, I attached one of the cables to the rope around my wrist. I began to swing the other cable with the limited movement the rope allowed and promptly landed in my palm of my other outreached hand. I attached it close to the other cable on the rope and pulled my wrist as far away as possible from the cables.

I took a deep breath as I slammed my elbow onto the switch. Electricity jolted through the cables and into the ropes. Heat began to burn my wrists as the ropes slowly began to give way and catch fire. Soon one hand was free. Relief surged through me as I quickly began work on my other arm. The sounds of conflict outside urged me on. 

Tyson please be okay. 

I worked on my legs as the sounds came closer and closer. There were too many voices, and I knew Derek wouldn’t have put up a fight if Tyson had come with company. Tyson would be heavily outnumbered, I had to get out there fast.

My legs were released, and I jumped up out of the bed and rushed through the door. I followed the sounds of battle and soon found myself facing a large bloodied courtyard. The scenes were horrific, and my eyes were instantly drawn to the young man battling in the centre. Tyson. He held fast against the onslaught of people but there was just too many of them. His eyes instantly drew towards me, and that slight hesitation cost him. A blow to the head caused him to lose his footing, he stumbled and fell. His eyes didn’t leave mine before he quietly mouthed ‘sorry’.

He began to change. 

I didn’t understand what I was seeing. 

Fur erupted from tanned skin, muscles bulged and shifted, claws and teeth erupted forwards as he tilted his head back and howled.

WHAT?

In the centre of the battleground stood a large grey wolf. Realisation dawned on me as I stood there stunned. 

It was him in the forest.

Now transformed he quickly regained footing in the battle. Derek’s men seemed just as surprised as I, and their fear only aided Tyson’s onslaught. He was powerful, chopping his way through every man that stood between us. His eyes zeroed in on mine every step of the way.

A silver glint caught my eye. I dragged my eyes from Tyson’s stare and onto the surrounding balconies.

No.

Lines of men stood, arrows ready, pointing towards the large grey wolf. Derek stood at the head; eyes alight. Fear engulfed me as something began to rise from deep within. No, not Tyson, please.

Everything seemed to slow as I watched Derek’s fingers begin to fall downward; initiating the deadly rain of arrows onto Tyson. Something rose from deep inside me, power from fear reeling forwards. I opened my mouth and released the energy from deep within.

The sound enveloped the courtyard. Everything stopped as I stared out towards Derek. Hatred radiating through me. His face turned towards me, pale and shocked. He fell to the ground as I continued. Blood began to pour from his nose, his ears. I didn’t stop. I could feel the floor begin to shake; dust began to fall from the arch above me. The balcony where Derek had stood began to crumble, sending the rest of the pale shaking soldiers down with it. Derek’s men lay writhing in the courtyard, faces covered in a red sheen. Only Tyson stood, now a man. Unaffected he began to walk towards me.

The pain left me at once and with that, the power. I closed my mouth, it felt so dry. My head was so light. I began towards him, wanting to have him near me once more.

A cold wind hit my back. Before I could even turn a sharp force hit the back of my head.

Not again.

I fell to the ground.

Darkness. I was knocked out cold.