Kidnapped By The Werewolf Alpha King (completed)

Chapter 5

I woke up to find a woman entering my room. She appears to be around my age, with long brunette hair and piercing green eyes. "Hi Airabella, I'm Sylvia. I brought you some clothes," she says softly as she lays out a few outfits on the bed. I sit up, unsure of what to say, while Sylvia takes a seat at the foot of my bed. "I know this is an adjustment, Airabella, but I promise you that Asher will not hurt you," Sylvia reassures me, her voice gentle and understanding. "If you would like, I can show you around the place." I consider her offer for a moment, wondering if exploring might reveal an opportunity to escape. Eventually, I nod in agreement.

"I'll be right outside your door when you're ready," Sylvia says before leaving the room. I remain silent, contemplating my next move. As I examine the outfits laid out before me—a summer dress, a black tank top and jeans, and black leggings with a purple tank top—I opt for the latter, thinking it might be more practical for any potential escape. Once changed, I approach the door to find Sylvia waiting outside, leaning casually against the wall.

Sylvia leads me on a tour of the mansion, guiding me through its vast expanse. As we walk, I'm struck by the sheer size of the place—it's unlike anything I've ever seen before. The corridors seem to stretch on endlessly, lined with ornate tapestries and intricate artwork.

We pass by several rooms, each more impressive than the last. The game room is filled with all manner of entertainment, from billiards to arcade games, offering a brief respite from the weight of our situation. In the kitchens, bustling with activity, chefs prepare elaborate meals fit for royalty, their culinary skills on full display. Then there is a huge library that has wall to wall books. There are ladders on the bookcases so you can reach the top then couches randomly throughout the room.

The living room is grand and opulent, adorned with plush furniture and elegant decor. It exudes an air of luxury and comfort, a stark contrast to the turmoil that has consumed my life since arriving here.Next, Sylvia shows me the meeting room, where important discussions take place among the leaders of this mysterious organization. It's a somber space, filled with tension and secrecy, a reminder of the dangers that lurk within these walls.

Finally, we reach the offices reserved for the top pack officers, where plans are made and orders are given. The atmosphere here is tense, with an undercurrent of authority and power that is noticeable. I have never heard of generals called top pack officers. Maybe this is a weird cult, I think to myself. "This place is not just a house," Sylvia explains, her voice tinged with reverence. "It's a control center, a hub of operations for our pack." As she speaks, I can't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over me. This mansion holds secrets, and I fear that uncovering them may only lead to more questions than answers.

Sylvia leads me into another room, and I'm immediately struck by its sheer size. It's a dining hall, but unlike any I've ever seen before. The tables stretch out before me, laden with an impressive buffet of food that spans the length of the room. "This is our dining hall for the pack," Sylvia explains, her voice echoing in the vast space. "This is where everyone eats."

My eyes are drawn to a grand, opal table positioned at the front of the room, its presence commanding attention. Sylvia gestures towards it, her expression serious. "This is where you will be eating with me, my brother Asher, and his beta and gamma, along with their mates." The realization hits me like a bolt of lightning. "Asher is your brother?" I manage to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. The pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, and a cold sense of dread washes over me. Sylvia nods, confirming my worst fears. The fear that had been lurking in the depths of my mind now surges to the forefront, and I find myself backing away from her, unable to suppress the rising panic within me.

Sylvia's gaze softens, sensing my unease, but her demeanor remains resolute. "Airabella, I understand this is a lot to take in," she says gently, taking a step towards me. "But I promise you, Asher is not like what you may think. He's a good leader, and he cares deeply for his pack, including you." Her words offer little comfort as my mind races with questions and doubts. Can I trust her? Can I trust any of them? With a deep breath, I steel myself, knowing that I have no choice but to navigate this unfamiliar world, one step at a time.

Suddenly, a flood of men and women streams into the dining hall, their reverent gazes and whispered titles of "Luna" sending a chill down my spine. Confusion and disbelief wash over me as I exchange a wary glance with Sylvia. "What kind of cult is this?" I blurt out, unable to contain my mounting fear. Sylvia's hurried assurances offer little comfort as I make a desperate dash for the door, the crowd parting obediently before me. Every bowed head, every murmured acknowledgment of my supposed status as "Luna" only deepens my sense of unease. But before I can escape, a guard intercepts me with a firm grip and a solemn apology. "I'm sorry, Luna,you can not leave" he says, his words ringing with an authority I can't ignore. With Sylvia and Asher bearing witness, I'm forcibly led back into the heart of the pack house, my questions unanswered and my fear reaching new heights.

As I'm escorted back into the pack house, the weight of the guard's words settles heavily on my shoulders. "Luna" – a title I never sought nor understood, now thrust upon me in this strange and bewildering world. Sylvia's presence offers no comfort, her gaze betraying a mixture of sympathy and apprehension. And there, standing amidst the gathering storm of uncertainty, is Asher, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over my newfound reality. With each step deeper into the labyrinthine halls of the pack house, I can't help but wonder: what secrets lie hidden within these walls, and what fate awaits me as their unwitting prisoner?

Asher's firm grip on my arm pulls me from my thoughts as he declares, "Airabella, it's time to eat. We'll discuss everything afterward." Numbly, I comply, taking my place at the oval table with Sylvia settling beside me, her silent apology lingering in her gaze. The other men from the restaurant that sat with Asher join us, each introduced by Asher in turn. "Airabella, meet Carter, my beta, and his mate Mia who is pregnant with their first pup," he begins, gesturing to a man with a military demeanor and a woman who is all belly. It looks like she put a basketball up her dress with how tiny she is. . Next, his attention turns to a man exuding warmth and a woman with a carefree aura. "This is Luke, my Gamma, and his mate Joan," Asher continues. Joan's tousled blonde hair adorned with a daisy catches my eye, evoking images of a bygone era. Finally, he directs my focus to a man with a commanding presence, Ian, the head of his military. As Ian offers his greeting, revealing himself as Rikki's brother, I'm struck with disbelief, my gaze searching the room for any sign of her. Asher's reassurance that she'll visit soon offers a sliver of comfort amidst the uncertainty that surrounds me.

As the feast is served, my stomach churns at the sight of the lavish spread. I opt to avoid filling my plate, content with a glass of water to quell my unease. However, Asher has other plans, seizing my plate and loading it with an overwhelming array of dishes. My astonishment is noticeable as I stare at the mountain of food before me, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. With reluctance, I nibble at a few pieces of fruit, my appetite diminished by the tension in the room. When Asher insists that I eat, I meet his gaze with defiance, retorting, "I suddenly lost my appetite." Pushing the plate away, I refuse to indulge his demands. A low growl escapes Asher's lips, his frustration evident, while Sylvia's suppressed laughter adds to the tense atmosphere.