The Alpha's Prisoner

First Test

Sarah

“What do you want me to do with it”

I placed the box on the floor and sat down in front of it. I plucked the string from the parchment, quickly unravelling it. Strange words in messy handwriting filled the page, it must be another language. It all seemed so pointless.

“Sing”

I lifted a confused and agitated face towards Senator Fayron.

“Excuse me?”

He gave another quick tap on the bars with his stick before promptly turning around.

“You heard me”

The pain in my head was getting worse and the Senator’s games only agitated it more.

“How was this meant to heal me?”

“It’s not the time for explaining right now. You better get on with it, you’re not looking too well”

The Senator was fiddling with something in front of him, I tried craning my neck but stopped as the throbbing intensified. Soon he turned around, placing a camera on a tall tripod in front of the bars. He stared at me for a brief second before moving the camera a step further away.

“Don’t trust me with your camera?”

I smirked up at him, only to receive another bored smile.

“It is important that we can monitor your progress. You better start trying”

He gestured towards my weak posture. Everything had begun spinning and I had to rest one of my hands on the cold floor to stop from fully collapsing. He spun on his heels and headed off, this time so did the guard. I was alone in the dungeon, being stared down by the empty camera.

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Tyson

The car pulled up to the witch’s small cottage. Tyson, Mathew and King Jeremy promptly got out and headed towards the old frail door.

It was strange for a magical creature to live in poverty, but to everyone’s astonishment, the witch chose to live like the humans she studied. It is rumoured that she had been raised by humans after being given up when she was very young. Unable to feel at home with her magical brethren she returned to the human world. Now she lives on the border of both, not really belonging to either.

Tyson had always been fond of the witch Matilda. But he stormed through the door on this day, wreathing at the prospect of betrayal.

“MATILDA!”

Tyson roared through the small cottage. The old wood creaked at the interruption. The small witch began to shuffle timidly from the corner of the room. She was only thirty-five, petite, pretty and skittish. She had always reminded Tyson of a woodland mouse, half ready to scamper away. Tyson made his way towards her and roughly grabbed her shoulders, anger coursing through him as he pushed her back into one of the large dusty armchairs.

“We need to have a little chat”

His voice had changed to a harsh whisper, sending cold chills through the room.

“You haven’t been talking to the Senate recently have you?”

Matilda shuffled uncomfortably in the chair, not willing to meet Tyson’s piercing eyes.

“I…”

“WHY!?!”

Tyson barked towards her. She jumped as he spoke. The power he radiated only intensified as his anger continued to surge. Matilda erupted into tears as she exploded into explanation.

“I am so sorry! I just wanted to help the poor girl! When I began working on her I could tell she was human, but the longer I stayed the more something started nagging at the back of my mind; I began to search deeper and the more I found the more confused I became; She had power but she was no witch, nor vampire, nor wolf, I couldn’t find a trace of any of the weaker magical beings either. I had notified the department of missing creatures and they informed me to keep an eye on the girl until I could provide more details of her origin and if she possessed any magical abilities. The day she… She… screamed? I notified the department and they patched me straight through to The Senate. That is all I know, please I didn’t mean for anything bad to happen to her, I just wanted to help!”

Tyson felt a spark of sympathy for the small witch, but that was soon overcome by his desperation to find his mate.

“Where did they take her?”

King Jeremy voice was calm but held strong authority. He stepped forward putting a hand on Tyson’s shoulder. Matilda was calmer with the king’s presence. She still struggled to speak through her sobbing and only managed a small shake of the head.

Tyson was breathing heavily now. The thought that the trail had gone cold. That he had lost her. He quickly paced away from his father that had now crouched in front of Matilda and stalked out the back of the small cottage. The sun had begun to set. A day had passed, and he was no closer to finding his mate.

Tyson sunk down onto the damp earth, perhaps it was no use. They had no legal case. Being her mate, he might have certain grounds for visitations. But, without understanding why she was taken they had no clue what they were fighting against.

The Scream. It had to do with the scream. It was powerful, unlike anything he had heard or felt in his life. Maybe she was a witch, many had specialised skills. Teleportation, telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, Telepathy. It could have been a special mutation of telekinesis. Maybe they were keeping her to better understand a new developing branch of witchcraft. But if that was the case, they wouldn’t have kept it such a secret. On the rare occasion that a new magical strand occurs, it is instantly broadcasted for all to see. And…

Sarah’s family. They would want to test the bloodlines. Her father is gone, and her mother wasn’t biological. But her sister. He had to get them back safely to the castle. Tyson got up quickly and opened the door to the cottage.

“We have to get Sarah’s family. They’ll be coming for them if they haven’t got them already”

King Jeremy looked up from his position in front of the witch.

“You two go, I’ll stay here and talk more with Matilda”

Tyson nodded at him before walking back out, Mathew fast behind him.

They sped quickly down the dirt path and started towards the southern village. Tyson had visited Sarah’s family the day before when he had left looking for her. They had been very kind to him but quite shocked by having the prince in their small home. When he found that Sarah had not returned home, he had learnt of the arranged engagement between her and the mayor’s son, Derek. The thought of the man angered Tyson. Derek had continued to visit Sarah’s family each day inquiring about Sarah’s whereabouts. Finally, her mother had told Derek the engagement was cancelled, that Sarah had found work with the royal family and they were no longer in need of his help. She could have never foreseen that Derek would have made his way to the royal palace to take her back.

When Tyson had been told this, he had lost all sense and had charged blindly back through the forest, letting his wolf run free. Until he found it. Her scent. He had followed it deep into the wilderness until he came upon the base where Sarah was being held.

Tyson shuddered at the thought as he remembered the guards swarming the small grounds. The distinct smell of his mate somewhere inside. The intense need for her to be with him once again. The need he still felt after losing her once more.

No, he would find her. He had done it before, and he will do it again.

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Sarah

The chains around my wrists stung deep, but at least they were long enough to allow movement from the bed that they are attached. Not that I could move far anyway. I could no longer stand due to the intense pounding in my head. Having so many head injuries in such a short period of time must have done some serious damage. Not to mention the damage the electricity would have caused. I needed medical attention now.

I felt sick as dizziness racked me once again. I had already thrown up across the floor, and I knew that was a bad sign. If this was a brain bleed, I didn’t have much longer. I knew that passing the test was bad, but if I didn’t pass, I might possibly die.

Begrudgingly I opened the music box. A short melody began playing, it was sweet and very calming. Picking up the small parchment I began to sing the strange foreign language. Trying as best I could to keep to the tune of the music box. This was so pointless. But at least if I tried, they might at least give me medical attention later.

I reached the end of the parchment. Nothing. I started again. What did they expect to happen? There was no glowing light, no power like I had felt before. I was just a crazy woman singing alone in a cage. I continued to sing but drowsiness soon took over. I was afraid to sleep, afraid that if I closed my eyes that would be the last time. I sang louder, hoping that the effort would keep me awake. Staring intently at the parchment in front of me forcing my eyes to stay open.

It was no use. As I rounded the end of the parchment once again, I slumped down and was dragged into sleep.

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“Congratulations!”

I shot awake. Senator Fayron stood at the bars once more. This time a pleased smile spread across his face.

“You’ve passed the first test”