FATED TO THE ALPHA BEAST

THE CONFRONTATION

*Dominick's POV*

"I asked you a question!" as I yelled with fury that emanated from within me, then I brought out my claws and swung it at her.

Before my claws were able to connect with her skin, the amulet glowed and released a protective barrier to protect her and redirect my aim to the crates behind her making me claw into it spilling some red liquid from it.

"It can't be..." I thought. Then I looked at the guards who witnessed the whole thing “Take her.” I commanded. The guard hesitated. “T-to the cells?”

With a deadly look on my face.“The underground cells” i said. The guard swallowed hard before nodding.

The two men grabbed her, pulling her away from my grasp. She fought, twisted, kicked, thrashed—but it was useless. Then she was hauled into the waiting black car.

"I can't believe it's the real amulet " i thought, with amusement on my face. "It looks like things are about to get interesting" as I let out a menacingly smirk.

*Flora's POV*

The underground cell was nothing more than a cold, concrete box. Chains dangled from the walls, their metallic clinks echoing in the silence. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and iron— the unmistakable stench of blood.

I sat against the farthest wall, wrists aching from the tight rope that had bound them for hours. The only source of light was a single, flickering bulb overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced along the rough stone walls.

My heart pounded in my chest, but I refused to let fear take hold.

I’d been in tight situations before. Starving in the alleys, running from guards, hiding from those who saw me as nothing more than a worthless thief.

But this was different. This wasn’t some street enforcer dragging me into an alley for stealing bread. This was Dominick Caine. The Alpha of the Blackfang Mafia. The man who had caught me stealing from his shipment. The man who had spared my life when he shouldn’t have.

Why?

He could have killed me on the spot, considering the fact that I was caught red handed trying to steal from him. But,--- for some reason--, he didn't.

I reached for the amulet hanging from my neck, fingers tracing its worn edges. The moment he had seen it, his entire demeanor had shifted, it was like he transformed into another person.

Shock. Recognition. Something deeper—something I couldn’t quite name, let alone put my finger on.That amulet was important to him. I clenched my jaw. What did he know?

The heavy iron door creaked open. Footsteps. Slow. Measured. Predatory.

My breath caught as Dominick stepped inside. I didn't even know how to feel. The door slammed shut behind him, sealing us in. Silence rung through the cell.

For a long moment, he didn’t speak. He simply stood there, watching me with those golden, piercing eyes—the eyes of a hunter studying its prey. And in this case, I was the prey.

The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. I refused to look away.

“You’re not afraid.” His voice was deep, calm—too calm. I forced a smirk. “Should I be?”

A flicker of amusement crossed his face before disappearing. “You should be dead.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “Tell me, little thief—why did you try to steal from me, despite knowing fully the consequences of being caught. Are u that desperate to die?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I wouldn’t show weakness.“I steal to survive. I didn’t know it was yours.”

A lie. His head tilted slightly. “And the amulet?”My fingers twitched, curling into fists.“What about it?” I shot back. Dominick’s gaze darkened. In a blink, he was standing right in front of me, his hand slamming against the wall beside my head.

I had to take a moment to process the speed. I wasn't used to warewolf situations.I stiffened, my breath catching. He leaned in, voice dangerously low.

“I don’t like being lied to.”The heat of his body was too close, his presence overwhelming.But I didn’t back down.

I met his gaze, defiant. “And I don’t like being interrogated.” I said, but for some reason we couldn't stop looking into each other's eyes, there was a spark at that incident. His reputation said lot, as I stared into those merciless eyes of his.

His face getting closer to mine, but in spite of that I don't know why I felt a feeling of calmness and sense of being secured.

But then he closed his eye, tilted his head and then pulled back trying to look away, as if trying to snap out of something that was controlling him.

Then he looked back at my direction.

He lifted a hand—and traced a finger along the amulet. I flinched.

His touch was light, almost absentminded, but there was something unsettling in the way he looked at it. Like it was a ghost from his past. Starring at it as if trying to justify his thoughts.

His fingers curled around the chain, tugging it slightly.

“Where did you get this?” His voice was softer now compared to earlier, but it held an undeniable authority. I hesitated for a bit. Telling him meant revealing something personal. Something sacred. Going back to a painful past I never wanted to remember.

“It was my mother’s,” I finally said. “She gave it to me before she—” I stopped myself. I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to give those words power.Dominick’s gaze sharpened. He caught it. “Before she what?”

I exhaled shakily. “Before she died.”

His eyes then widened. "What is your name" He said with a tone of despiration. A command which sounded like a quest from him. " My name is Flora Snell " I said with confusion openly expressed on my face.

Something flickered in his expression. A storm brewing beneath his carefully controlled exterior, it was an odd expression. His jaw tightened. Then, he whispered something I wasn’t prepared for. It was a Shocking Revelation. I stared at him, my heartbeat roaring in my ears, i could not comprehend what he had just said.The room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating.

No—

It wasn’t possible. I searched his face for a sign that he was lying. But Dominick Caine never lied, his expression didn't even give a flicker of falseness. The truth settled over me like ice.

A sharp, suffocating pain in my chest, I couldn't bare it. My nails dug into my palms, forcing myself to stay calm. Forcing myself to breathe.

As I tried to maintain my composure but it was to no avail.Dominick took a slow step back, his eyes still locked onto mine. Then, in a tone that sent chills down my spine, he said, “Get some rest.”

I blinked. “What?”His expression was unreadable. Cold. Calculating. “You’ll need it.” And just like that, he turned away, walking to the door as if nothing had happened.

As if he hadn’t just shattered my entire reality. I shot up from the ground, heart hammering, trying to stop him. I needed to know more. I needed more answers.

“No—wait!” He didn’t stop.The heavy iron door groaned open.I took a step forward, desperation clawing at my throat.

“Dominick—” But he was already gone. The door slammed shut, locking me in darkness once more. I was left alone with questions, questions which needed answers. I stood there for a long time, frozen. My mind was screaming.

What the hell just happened? What did he mean by that?I turned back to the wall, sliding down to sit once more.

The amulet felt heavier now, as if it carried a burden I had yet to understand.I squeezed it tightly.

Was it just a coincidence that Dominick recognized it?Or-- or was it something much, much worse? I had stolen from a lot of dangerous people lots of times, and I had escaped death more times than I could count.

But this—

This was different, far more different. Dominick Caine knew something about my past, maybe even more, especially about this amulet.

What did he mean by "get some rest"? Is this the reason why he kept me alive? There is something he wasn’t telling me. And I was going to find out what. By all means possible.

Just then, the door opened again.