Kidnapped By The Werewolf Alpha King (completed)

Chapter 2

As Rikki lit up a joint while we drove to the next town, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement. Weed was something I'd never tried before, but with it being my 21st birthday, I figured, why not step out of my comfort zone? With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, I tentatively took a hit from the joint, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over me as the familiar scent filled the car. As the weed worked its magic, I felt a sense of calm settle over me, mingling with the buzz of anticipation for the night ahead. Rikki had a knack for getting us pumped up, and the pulsating beats of the electronic dance music only added to the excitement coursing through my veins.

Amidst the haze of smoke and the thumping bass, Rikki mentioned that it was opening weekend for the club called the Wolves Din we were headed to. But she reassured me with a confident grin that we wouldn't have to wait in line. Apparently, she had connections – the owner was her brother's best friend. I couldn't help but marvel at Rikki's ability to navigate social circles and secure VIP treatment wherever she went. Her charisma and charm seemed to open doors effortlessly, and as we sped towards our destination, I couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was going to be an unforgettable adventure, filled with unexpected twists and turns.

As the weed began to kick in, I found myself opening up to Rikki in a way I hadn't before. "Airabella, there are going to be a lot of hot guys tonight. Maybe we can get you laid," she teased, her words a mixture of jest and genuine encouragement. Feeling emboldened by the effects of the weed, I found myself admitting, "It's been forever since I've had a good fuck."

Rikki's laughter filled the car, a shared moment of camaraderie and understanding. "Me too, girl," she confessed, her honesty a testament to our friendship and the bond we shared.

As we finally arrived at the club, my heart raced with excitement at the prospect of what the night held in store. The sight of the line wrapped around the building only added to the anticipation, but with Rikki by my side, I felt ready to dive headfirst into the adventure that awaited us.

As we stepped out of the car, I quickly sprayed perfume to mask the lingering scent of weed, hoping to blend in seamlessly as Rikki led us past the line and up to the bouncer, Bruno.

"Hi Bruno, my brother put me on the list and a plus one," Rikki announced confidently, her charm oozing as she effortlessly secured our entry. I watched as Bruno checked his list, crossing off Rikki's name before stepping aside to let us in.

As we stepped into the club, the pounding bass of the music reverberated through the air, adding to the noticeable sense of anticipation that filled the space. The dim lighting created an atmosphere of mystery and allure, with red lights bathing the club in an eerie glow that cast long shadows against the metal cutouts of wolves adorning the walls. The scent of sweat and alcohol hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of fruity cocktails being served at the bar. The crowd pulsated with energy, bodies swaying and moving to the rhythm of the music as laughter and chatter filled the room.

The dance floor beckoned with its sleek black surface, illuminated by flashing lights that danced across the room in a kaleidoscope of colors. Couples moved in sync, lost in their own world, while groups of friends gathered around tables, their voices rising above the music as they shared stories and laughter. The bar itself was a spectacle, with rows of bottles lining the shelves, their colorful labels catching the light and glinting enticingly. Bartenders moved with practiced efficiency, expertly crafting cocktails and pouring shots for eager patrons.

Rikki wasted no time in pulling me towards the bar, where a tall man with olive skin and long black hair greeted us. His body was a canvas of tattoos, adding to his rugged charm. "Hey Trent, can you get us some shots of tequila for the birthday girl?" Rikki requested, her smile infectious as Trent obliged, handing over the shots with a wink and a nod. "They're on the house," he declared, adding to the sense of celebration that filled the air. We raised our glasses in a toast before downing the shots, the smooth burn of the tequila warming me from the inside out. Rikki's ability to command attention and charm those around her never ceased to amaze me. She knows everyone – she truly is the life of the party. With the alcohol coursing through my veins and the music pulsing through my body, I allowed myself to let go, losing myself in the rhythm and energy of the dance floor.

Lost in the rhythm of the music, I surrendered myself to the pulsating beats, allowing the melodies to guide my movements as I danced with abandon. My hips swayed to the infectious rhythm, my body moving in perfect harmony with the music. Suddenly, my favorite song, "BFM" by Britney Mason, blasted through the speakers, and I couldn't help but let out a whoop of excitement. This was my jam, and I threw myself into the dance, feeling the music coursing through my veins.

As I danced with Rikki, our energy infectious, I noticed the three guys from the restaurant approaching us, each holding shots in their hands. Without hesitation, Rikki and I accepted the shots, downing them with practiced ease before continuing to dance. Will pressed close to me, his body moving in sync with mine as he ground against me, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't felt in a long time. Chester, meanwhile, danced in front of me, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he teased and flirted shamelessly.

Rikki, ever the provocateur, danced with the tall red head that she had the hots for, her lips locked in a passionate embrace as they moved together in a whirl of desire. "Get it, girl!" she yelled over the music, her voice filled with laughter and encouragement. Unable to contain my own laughter, I reveled in the moment, feeling alive and carefree for the first time in what felt like ages. It was liberating to let go of my burdens, if only for a night, and simply be a normal 21-year-old, enjoying the thrill of the dance floor and the company of good friends. As Rikki grabbed my hand and led me back to the bar for another round of tequila shots, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her friendship and the unexpected twists and turns of the night.

We both then head back to dance. As Rikki and I found ourselves back in the midst of the pulsating dance floor, her favorite song, "Push Up" by Creeds, filled the air, and she began singing along with every word. Lost in the music, we danced with abandon, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization to the infectious beat. Before long, the guys from earlier approached us, joining in on the fun as we danced together. Will, in particular, seemed to be drawn to me, moving closer and closer until our bodies were practically pressed against each other. I found myself caught up in the moment, matching his movements with my own as we danced in perfect harmony.

As the commotion erupted nearby, I felt myself being forcefully yanked away from Will, my body jolting with shock and disorientation. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I found myself lifted off the ground and thrown over the shoulder of a stranger, my limbs feeling like dead weight in his grasp. Panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of the situation, my heart pounding with fear and confusion. I thrashed and fought against my captor, screaming for him to let me go, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to carry me away from the chaos of the dance floor.

With each step he took, my panic intensified, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I struggled against his unyielding grip. But despite my efforts, the stranger showed no signs of relenting, his determination unwavering as he navigated through the crowd with ease. Finally, he reached a secluded corner away from the throngs of people, and with a swift motion, he set me down on the ground. For a moment, I lay there, gasping for breath and trembling with fear, the reality of the situation sinking in.

As the towering man approached, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. His muscular frame, complemented by his brunette hair and piercing green eyes, was undeniably attractive if not for the menacing aura he exuded. With each step he took, the air seemed to grow heavy, suffused with an unsettling tension that sent shivers down my spine.

As he drew closer, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. I could feel his eyes roaming over me, as if he were trying to devour me whole. Panic surged within me, and I instinctively attempted to push him away, but his strength was overpowering, trapping me against the cold wall of the club. "Get the f**k away from me, you creep!" I spat, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. Every fiber of my being screamed for escape, for release from the suffocating grip of his presence. But despite my efforts to assert myself, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that I was trapped, at the mercy of his looming figure and the darkness that seemed to emanate from him.

Confusion flickered across his features as he regarded me, his words sending a chill down my spine. "You are my mate. You are mine. Can't you feel the bond?" he insisted, his hand reaching out to touch my face. I recoiled, batting his hand away with a mixture of disgust and defiance. "Listen, you asshole, I don't know who the f**k you are, but get the f**k away from me now!" I seethed, my patience wearing thin with each passing moment. His laughter filled the air, mocking and cruel, as he continued to assert his dominance over me. Enraged, I pushed against him with all my strength, but he remained unmoved, his grip unyielding.

In a final act of desperation, I delivered a swift kick to his balls, causing him to double over in pain. "I am not your f*****g mate! Keep away from me you f*****g psycho!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the now silent club. Turning away from him, I searched for Rikki amidst the stunned onlookers. She stood frozen, her hands covering her mouth in shock as she watched the scene unfold. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand, my voice firm as I declared, "It's time to leave now." As we made our way out of the club, I felt the weight of their stares bearing down on us, but I refused to let it deter me. All that mattered was getting Rikki and myself out of that nightmare and far away from the man who claimed to be my mate.

As we finally reached Rikki's car, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, eager to leave the chaos of the club behind. But as she sat there in silence, unmoving, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me."Come on, Rikki, we need to leave," I urged, my voice tinged with impatience as I glanced at her expectantly. It was as if she was lost in her own thoughts, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by an unsettling stillness. Finally, she seemed to snap out of her daze and started the car, but her behavior remained distant and detached. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, her awkward smile doing little to reassure me.

"I can't believe that asshole," I muttered bitterly, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "First he puts his hands on me, and then he tries to claim I belong to him, like I'm his f*****g mate or something." Rikki remained silent, her gaze fixed on the road ahead as she navigated through the dark streets. Sensing her discomfort, I reached out to her, concern evident in my voice. "Rikki, are you okay?" She hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," she said softly, but there was a hollow emptiness to her tone that unsettled me. As the car rolled on in silence, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that hung in the air. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, I broke the silence once more. "Rikki, who was that guy back there?" Her response was swift, almost too swift, as if she had been expecting the question. "Alpha King Asher," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion. I couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity of it all. "Alpha King? Sounds like he has too big of an ego," I remarked with a bitter laugh.But Rikki's response was quick and defensive. "Sorry, no, his first name is Asher," she clarified, her tone curt and final.

The rest of the ride home passed in tense silence, with Rikki acting more like a robot than her usual vibrant self. It was unnerving, to say the least, and by the time we reached my house, I was relieved to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the car. "Thanks," I murmured as I stepped out of the car, but there was little warmth in my voice. Something had shifted between us, and I couldn't help but wonder what secrets Rikki was keeping from me.

As I stepped into the familiar surroundings of my apartment, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. The events of the night weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. My mother lay sprawled out on the couch, her form illuminated by the soft glow of the television. With a sigh, I draped a blanket over her sleeping form, silently wishing her peaceful dreams amidst the chaos of her reality.

As I made my way to my own bed, I couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. Today was supposed to be a celebration, a milestone marking my transition into adulthood. But instead, it had become a nightmarish ordeal, marred by the unwanted advances of a stranger claiming to be my "mate." Climbing into bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of anger that gnawed at my insides. How could someone dare to assert ownership over me, to claim me as their own without my consent? Closing my eyes, I tried to push aside the memories of the night, seeking comfort in the comforting embrace of sleep. But as I drifted off, I knew that today would be a birthday I would never forget.

As my day off began, I resolved to tidy up the apartment and replenish our bare fridge with groceries. My mother, predictably, was nursing a hangover, her request for another bottle a grim reminder of her ongoing struggle with alcoholism. I tried to steel myself against the frustration and anger that threatened to bubble to the surface, reminding myself that she was sick and needed help, not judgment or condemnation. With a heavy sigh, I headed out to do the grocery shopping alone, determined to take care of things myself.

However, as I navigated the aisles of the grocery store, a nagging sense of unease crept over me. It felt as though eyes were following my every move, scrutinizing me with a level of scrutiny that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I scolded myself for overthinking things, attributing my paranoia to the events of the previous night at the club. I needed to shake off the lingering effects of that unsettling encounter and focus on the task at hand. Next on my errands list was a trip to the liquor store to fulfill my mother's request. The irony of now being old enough to purchase alcohol legally was not lost on me, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment at the thought of becoming a regular at the liquor store, a daily errand to buy my mother's fix.

As I entered the liquor store, I was greeted by Chester, but his demeanor was noticeably different. Gone was the playful flirting and charming banter, replaced by a noticeable awkwardness and avoidance. He seemed distant, avoiding eye contact and keeping his gaze fixed on the ground. "Hey, Chester," I greeted him, hoping to break through the tension that hung between us. But his response was terse, his nod barely acknowledging my presence. Something was definitely off, but I didn't have the energy to probe further. Driving back home, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me.