Alpha Magnus

Chapter 8: Time to Claim You

Magnus Thorne

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? What's wrong with you?"

Mira gasped. I saw her bones tremble with fear as I yanked her by her arms, slammed her back against the wall, and caged her in, placing my hands on either side of her to block any movement.

I knew her heart wasn't beating normally, and her eyes were clouded. I saw her eyes, frighteningly red, angry, and panting. She was terrified.

I held her gaze, and she retorted with a trembling challenge: "Are you insane? What are you..."

"What the hell is going on lately?"

Mira Ashford asked with clear confusion, her eyebrow raised: "Excuse me, what? What do you mean, Alpha Magnus?"

"Do you really think you can run away, Mira Ashford?"

Mira replied in a cold, nervous tone, despite her fear: "That's none of your business. Now get out of my way so you don't take another slap!"

I looked at her and smiled wickedly, my voice holding a deep threat: "Just try it, and you'll find your fingers rolling at your feet. I haven't forgotten your slap, and you'll regret it soon, little one."

Mira screamed, pushing her shoulders back, clearly denying the implication: "Your little one!? What are you rambling about? Are you drunk? Get away!"

I leaned closer to her ear and whispered: "You don't like it? Do you want me to say *my w***e*? That seems more fitting, considering your situation."

She frowned, looking at me, her hair dripping water as she clutched the towel and squeezed it. She raised her free hand, trying to push me, but I didn't move. I simply devoured her with my gaze. I saw my eyes staring at her lips, then trailing down to her wet neck, and finally to her body covered by the towel. The heat rushed to my head.

She backed away from me, breathing completely unevenly, staring at me. She raised her finger in front of my face, her other hand gripping the towel, and her eyes were bloodshot with unshed tears:

"Don't you dare get close to me like that again! Who do you think you are, you ba..."

I saw my hand shoot out, gripping her finger pointing at me. I twisted it backward, making her whimper in pain. That wasn't enough. I twisted her arm, pinned it behind her back, and shoved her against the wall, her face stuck to it, her back now facing my chest. I listened to her ragged breaths.

In a terrifying whisper that sent shivers down her spine: "I swear, if I see your finger raised at my face again, I will break it off. No one will stop me. Know your place and watch your actions and your tongue, little one."

She hissed in a strained voice, mixing pain and fury: "Y... You're a psycho! I swear you're mentally disturbed! Why are you chasing me?"

I replied coldly as I turned my back to leave: "I'll find out who is trying to help you escape."

***

It wasn't lust... It wasn't just a desire for dominance, as I always thought.

It was something deeper, older... like an ancient wound opening again.

Years ago, when my first mate died, everything inside me died with her. My Wolf... his silence was absolute. He no longer roared inside me. He no longer demanded anything. I thought I had turned into a body without a soul, an Alpha living by instinct alone, not emotion.

Until she appeared... Mira.

Small, weak, trembling, yet...

Something about her resurrected the beast I swore was dead. My Wolf snarls every time he hears her breathe. My own breaths accelerate uncontrollably. My fingers tremble with the urge to touch her, not for pleasure... but to ensure she is real.

I couldn't stand it. I couldn't accept that my body was acting on its own, as if Mira wasn't just a woman... but something bigger.

I attacked her not because I wanted to hurt her, but because being near her felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, terrifying, impulsive... It stirred something primal inside me... something I had almost forgotten.

My Wolf screams: "Our Mate."

He scratches the inside of my chest. He hits me with a desire I can't control. He tells me that this little one... is my Mate.

For the first time in years... I feel alive... and I hate it. I hate it as much as... I need it.

That's why I pursue her. That's why I get angry when she runs. That's why I feel that if she leaves my vicinity, my Wolf's madness will devour me before any enemy can.

I thought I had understood enough and respected her inability to let me approach her, so I gave her a break. Now, it's time. I'm eager to explore her body, feel her softness in my hands, and see her tears and pleas. It will be good, I know it will.

There's nothing to stop me from devouring her and making her my wife. It's become standard, since we're married. Her identity has been changed. I rushed the process and received her ID registered under my name, so I want to f**k her.

As soon as I entered, I locked the door. The bracelet I put on her started vibrating, signaling that her heart rate was scattered and her breathing was uneven. I smiled wickedly, seeing her feet shake, unable to take a small step forward. So, I began taking steps toward her, detailing her body with my eyes, studying her curves before I tear into them.

I reached behind her and pressed myself against her back. I raised my hand, placing it on her shoulder, squeezing it with my hand as she froze. I could hear the sound of her gasps.

I lowered my hand, encircling her waist and caging her in. I leaned down until my mouth was beside her ear and whispered:

"The bracelet vibrated in my hand because your pulse is scattered, and your shaking proves it. But it's time to begin, my little prisoner."

Mira Ashford asked, her voice barely a whisper: "W... What are you saying?"

I replied with lethal coldness, amused by her slow realization: "Your comprehension is very slow. Do you want me to say it's time to f**k you?"

I stared at her flushed face, looking at her eyes that were glistening and would soon shed tears. I smiled wickedly at her appearance, seeing that she was actually about to cry. I like her tears, and the sight of her crying and sobbing excites me.

"Don't even think about it! I swear I'll scream and bring everyone here!"

I commanded her mockingly as I stepped toward her: "Scream and let your tears fall, come on! These things revive me, my little prisoner. You really are foolish! Did you think I would f**k you in a place where your screams could be heard? The room is soundproof."

Mira Ashford protested forcefully, breathing raggedly: "You are a strong Alpha! Why are you chasing me? You have hundreds of women who want you!"

"Because you are my wife, and you took my name. So why wouldn't I pursue you?"

Mira Ashford continued with tear-clogged, broken speech: "Whether I'm your wife or not, in the end, I was forced! So you have no right to think this way!"

I replied with killer coldness, my fist tightening on the edge of the table: "I don't care if you were forced or not. You are my wife, and I will do it, even if I know I will crush your bones!"

I saw her shake her head as she swallowed, and every step I took forward, she stepped back.

I leaned down and kissed her tear-filled eyes, the tears I loved. I pulled back, wrapped my hand around her waist, lifted her, and settled her on the table, facing me. I leaned on the table with both hands, trapping her.

Mira pleaded with bitter tears: "Don't do it! Go away! Not today! I don't want to!"

I smiled coldly, watching her tears wet her neck: "You will get used to the pain, little one."

I didn't let her finish. I silenced her voice, pulling it into me just as I pulled her lips, covering them with mine. I took her lips wildly. She gasped and tried to pull away, but I gave her no chance. Then I tasted something rusty; I knew her lips were bleeding, but I didn't stop.

I reached out my hand, placed my finger on her lip, and touched it, wiping the blood. I whispered to her, my voice rough with desire: "They're too soft, they bleed too fast. Let's see if your body is like that too."

I leaned down, burying my head in her neck, inhaling her scent. My hand rose, threading my fingers through her hair, and I pulled it hard as I took the largest possible area of her neck. My teeth closed around her skin, and I left a dark mark on it. Her whimper intensified me.

I didn't care about her pushing me or her attempts to dig her nails into my shoulder to make me let go, but I didn't back away. Instead, I continued, my fingers pressing on her hair.

Mira Ashford pleaded with tears and a pained voice: "E... Enough! It hurts!"

I smiled coldly, looking into her tearful eyes: "Pain is good; it makes you understand quickly."

I let go of her hair. She was crying and sobbing, trying to pull away, but I held her firmly with my hands and stated:

"Calm down and stop crying."

Mira Ashford pleaded, her voice almost gone: "P... Please!"

I commanded her sternly, leaving no room for argument: "I said calm down and don't move."

She refused with exhausted defiance: "I won't! Get away! I don't want to, you bastard! Leave me!"

Mira Ashford screamed in fear and desperate pleading: "Get away! D... Don't do it! Ple..."

She fell silent and gasped when I quickly lowered my hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, near her womb area, having already released her neck.

Mira Ashford pleaded with genuine pain, trying to push me away with her trembling hands: "Stop, damn it! Please, I can't!"

Damn it! Her body can't handle it! Should I have started with violence this fast?