Alpha Magnus

Chapter 5: I Am Still A Virgin

Magnus Thorn pov

I walked into the house with one idea and walked out with another. Marriage. What a joke.

I got into my car and leaned my head against the steering wheel. I didn’t want to go home. Not now. Not after everything. I would go back to the prison instead. Even if it was late. I didn’t care. I would stay there. Damn me.

I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and started driving. I could barely focus on the road. My mind was a storm. Every breath I exhaled with the smoke felt like a small, useless way to calm the fire inside me.

Minutes passed slowly until I reached the prison. I stopped the car and stepped out. Midnight had already arrived. I muttered through my teeth, breathing deeply.

I walked forward. The Beta guarding the entrance saw me and stepped aside. I kept going toward the rest yard, flipping my lighter open and closed, not even thinking about it. My steps pushed me toward the inner door, taking me deeper inside the building.

I nodded to the guard and called him. Then I walked away again, swallowing hard, breathing slowly on purpose as I began to undo the buttons of my shirt. I felt like I needed more air, even though nothing was choking me except this madness in my head.

I reached the door. I placed my card on the scanner. It opened. I stepped inside, greeted the guards, and went into the dark halls.

I escaped this place. Yet I came back. My feet brought me here without my permission, like this place had turned into my cursed shelter.

I whispered to myself, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

I continued walking until I reached the pack’s medical ward. I entered. I saw the nurse first. Then my eyes found the bed.

And there she was.

Mira.

She fainted earlier, and now they were treating her. I thought that going home would help me forget this obsession, this madness named Mira. But here I was again. Standing in front of her.

Wake up, Magnus Thorn. She is a criminal. She works for the mafia. She is part of the Toshika organization. She is soft and small from afar, but the truth is that she is a criminal.

But she wasn’t sleeping. She was staring at the ceiling with half-open eyes, like she wasn’t really seeing anything. Her face looked tired. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her breaths came out shaky, broken. Like she was trying to survive drowning.

I took a deep breath and walked toward the nurse.

I asked quietly, trying to hide the disgust in my voice.

"What is her condition? She looks completely disconnected from the world."

The nurse answered in a calm, neutral tone.

"Alpha, she had a nervous breakdown. After we gave her a sedative, she calmed down. Since then, she hasn’t reacted. She only stares ahead. Sometimes she makes small sounds. I put her on IV fluids to balance the sedative in her system."

I nodded slowly. The nurse said her shift had ended and her partner would take over. I nodded again without caring.

I dragged a chair and sat beside Mira’s bed.

I stared at her. She didn’t move. She didn’t change.

Anger started to crawl into my chest. Her state annoyed me. I hated it. I felt a wild urge to break something. Anything.

Why is she like this? Where is her strength? Where is her control?

I gritted my teeth.

I reached out and touched her hand.

That touch pulled her back to reality for a moment. She flinched lightly and turned her head toward me. Her red, swollen eyes met mine… then she quickly looked away.

I clenched my jaw. I grabbed her face sharply and forced her to look at me.

"When I am here, you look at me. Do not avoid my eyes. Unless you want me to rip yours out, Mira."

My voice was low, sharp, cold.

She whispered, her voice trembling, each word breaking before it left her lips.

"W… what do you want… s… stop…"

I lifted a brow and answered, my tone empty and hard.

"Your voice disappeared during your breakdown. There was no reason for your stupidity."

She whispered weakly, her voice cracked and small.

"You're right… I was stupid. Crying and screaming… Do you really think someone like me could do anything bad? I’m still a virgin. How could I even do something like that?"

Something inside me jumped. A dark joy. A fierce, raw happiness that no one had touched her. That she was still pure. But maybe she had a lover. Maybe someone had her heart.

I pushed the thought away and looked at her with a mix of disgust and a concern I would never admit.

"Just confess."

She whispered, shaking.

"I… I…"

Her voice fell apart. A choked sob cut her words. She looked so weak. So breakable.

I yelled suddenly, gripping the chair.

"Stop crying! I said stop!"

She sobbed, trying to hold back her tears.

"You have nothing to do with me…"

I snapped. My voice burst out, loud and sharp.

"Damn it! Stop crying! Enough! You were given a sedative hours ago! Crying won’t help you!"

She went silent. Completely.

She swallowed hard. Slowly wiped her tears. Her breaths were short and tight.

I waited. Watching her. Letting her finish.

Marriage isn’t just paper. It’s more complicated. The court. The procedures. The tests. Witnesses. Everything had to be fast.

I would bring the contract here. Make her sign it. Take the IDs. End it.

When the nurse still hadn’t returned, I spoke.

My voice was firm. Sure. Final.

"In a few days something will happen. You will agree to it. You must. There is no other choice."

She looked at me, her face pale.

"What are you talking about? What is this thing?"

I stared at her, my voice calm and heavy with decision.

"You will know when it is ready. For now… stay here. Tomorrow morning you leave. And stop crying."