Kidnapped By The Werewolf Alpha King (completed)

Chapter 17

Under Joan and Rikki's patient guidance, I delve deeper into the intricacies of my powers. With each passing day, we explore new facets of my abilities, unlocking hidden potential I never knew existed.

As we practice, I discover the delicate balance required to manipulate the rain, guiding its descent with precision and finesse. With a focused mind and a steady hand, I command the elements, orchestrating a symphony of raindrops and summoning lightning to dance across the sky at my bidding. With newfound confidence, I hone my control over the lightning, directing its electrifying power with pinpoint accuracy. I learn to wield it as a weapon, striking targets with precision and intensity, harnessing its raw energy to protect those I care about.

But our journey doesn't stop there. With determination and perseverance, I turn my attention to the wind, learning to manipulate its currents with subtle gestures and focused intent. I experiment with its velocity and direction, mastering the art of controlling the breeze, from gentle zephyrs to powerful gusts that sweep across the landscape. With each breakthrough, I feel a profound sense of accomplishment and empowerment. The once unpredictable forces of nature now bend to my will, a testament to the progress we've made together. And as we continue to push the boundaries of what I thought possible, I know that the sky is no longer the limit for my magical abilities.

Today is our training day. Rikki and I are determined to focus on honing my abilities while Joan graciously agrees to cover for us back at Rikki’s apartment. She seems delighted to have a break from the pack house and indulges in some well-deserved relaxation with her favorite human sitcoms. With Joan's support, Rikki and I embark on our journey to the training field, eager to make progress. We hop into the four-wheeler and head out, the anticipation of what the day holds driving us forward.

As we arrive at the clearing, Rikki's words hang heavy in the air. "We are going to try something different today," she announces. "I want to see if you can attempt to shift into a Lycan." My initial response is one of self-doubt. "I can't," I admit, my voice tinged with frustration. Rikki, undeterred, offers encouragement. "You need to try," she insists. "If you possess the magic, you should be able to transform." With a mixture of hope and trepidation, I make repeated attempts, but each effort ends in failure. The weight of my perceived inadequacy begins to bear down on me, and I can't help but voice my frustration. "I feel so stupid," I confess, my tone laced with disappointment. Eventually, defeated by my inability to shift, I lower myself to the ground, consumed by a sense of failure.

At that moment, the sound of clapping cuts through the tension. Startled, I sit up and see Dane—Rikki's man—approaching us. Rikki rushes to meet him, questioning his unexpected appearance. "What are you doing here? We're not supposed to meet until later tonight," she protests. However, Dane disregards her inquiry and instead commands his men to take action. Suddenly, we find ourselves surrounded by a group of menacing figures, each brandishing silver handcuffs. Panic sets in as they forcibly restrain us, injecting us with a substance that sends searing pain coursing through our veins. Amidst our anguished cries, Dane's voice cuts through the chaos. "Shut up, you bitches," he snaps. Rikki demands answers, her voice laced with confusion and fear. "What the hell, Dane? What are you doing?" she demands. With a chilling smirk, Dane reveals his true identity. "Well, first off, my name is not Dane—it's Dameon. And you, Airabella, are my dear cousin," he declares, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

Dameon's words send a chill down my spine as I realize the gravity of the situation. His presence alone is unnerving, but his revelation about his powers adds another layer of dread. "I've been watching you practice your magic. You're good, but not as good as me," he taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance. Suddenly, he demonstrates his abilities, manipulating light to render himself invisible before reappearing in front of us with a smug grin. "I have light magic," he boasts, his tone laced with superiority. "I can manipulate light in any way I want." His display of power leaves me feeling helpless and vulnerable, unsure of what he has planned for us.

Rikki's words cut through the tension like a knife, her voice trembling with betrayal and hurt. "I thought you cared for me," she whispers, her eyes brimming with tears. But Dameon's response is callous and devoid of remorse. He laughs callously, his voice dripping with malice. "I never cared for you. I used you. You were just a f**k," he sneers, his words like venom. "I've been watching Airabella for a while, but once I saw she actually had powers, it was time to intervene."

His laughter echoes in the clearing, mocking our predicament. "I can't believe you, a f*****g Royal Lycan, are mated to the Alpha King Werewolf. What f*****g dirt!" His disdain for our lineage is noticeable, his words laced with contempt. "It's probably because of your filth of a mother," he continues, his voice dripping with scorn. "A f*****g weak-ass human. We should have killed her the moment we could have, but my father promised no harm would come to your mother when he imprisoned your father but did not promise anything when it came to you."

Dameon's revelation sends shockwaves through me, my mind reeling from the implications of his words. My father, imprisoned all this time, may still be alive. The realization hits me like a physical blow, a surge of conflicting emotions flooding my senses.

My father, whom I had believed lost to me forever, sacrificed his freedom to protect my mother. Despite the darkness that had surrounded his legacy, he had loved her enough to make the ultimate sacrifice. The weight of this revelation is both a burden and a beacon of hope, stirring a tumultuous mix of longing and resolve within me.

In a desperate attempt to reach out to Asher, I instinctively try to mind link him, only to be met with a chilling silence. Dameon's laughter rings in my ears, mocking my futile efforts to escape his clutches.

With a malicious grin, he taunts me further, dear cousin you have wolfsbane and silver restraints your not going anywhere. The pain courses through me, a constant reminder of my vulnerability in the face of his cruelty.. Dameon's cruel laughter reverberates in the clearing, his mockery fueling my rising fury.Through gritted teeth, I unleash a torrent of curses, each word dripping with venomous fury. "You motherfucker! You realize the moment Asher realizes I am gone, he will find me. He will hunt you down to kill you. He will tear you limb by limb."

`As Dameon's laughter echoes through the clearing, a sense of dread washes over me, amplified by the mocking jeers of his men. Their cruel amusement cuts through the air like a knife, filling me with a profound sense of helplessness. Each derisive chuckle feels like a dagger to the heart, a reminder of my captivity and the looming threat of Dameon's sinister intentions. Despite my attempts to maintain composure, the weight of their scorn bears down on me, fueling the flames of my anger and defiance.

"You think this is funny?" I seethe, my voice strained with pain and defiance. "You're nothing but a coward, hiding behind your tricks and traps. If you have any honor, face me like a true warrior." Dameon's eyes narrow with amusement at my outburst, relishing in my torment. "Oh, I will face you, Airabella," he sneers. "But not before I've had my fun. Your precious Alpha will suffer, his agony fueling my vengeance. And as for your pack, they will learn the true power of the Lycans, bowing before us or perishing beneath our claws."

As Dameon signals to his men, I feel another sharp jab in my neck, the sensation quickly followed by a creeping heaviness that envelops my senses. The world around me blurs, fading into darkness as the effects of the injection take hold. Beside me, Rikki succumbs to the same fate, her form slumping against the ground as unconsciousness claims her. In the distance, Dameon's mocking voice cuts through the haze, his words dripping with disdain and cruel amusement. "Oh, look how the almighty have fallen," he jeers, his laughter echoing in the darkness, a haunting refrain that lingers in the air long after consciousness slips away.