TTMA [Complete ✔️]

13. Fear

Her P.O.V

The car stopped and everything went quiet. I could feel the stronger guy, the one that claimed he would never hurt me, shuffle around, but I pretended to be asleep to not draw attention. Perhaps I could save myself a bit of time before he introduced me to the Alpha and I had to get used again.

Maybe it would give me some time to heal, get my thoughts together. A sharp release of breath was all it took for me to blow my cover, making me curse myself. The three men knew I was awake now.

"Did you sleep well?" The one with the jet-black hair asked. I opened my eyes, trying to hide my shaking hands to avoid being mocked and punished more than I already would be. I fell asleep in his presence even though I tried to fight it so hard. I fell asleep in not one, but three male wolves' presence, and I was sure I was going to pay dearly for it.

My stomach churned, doing flips along with my heart. I could feel my pulse growing faster by the second and the nausea and dizziness creeping up on me again. My vision was going blurry, making my surroundings unclear. My throat went dry and tears pulled up again. When will this end?

His stare. His intimidating stare was on me, something I couldn't make out in his eyes. His eyes, that never stopped watching me. They were everywhere, I could feel them on my body, see them when I closed my eyes. Why were his eyes everywhere, why wouldn't they leave me alone?

An answer. He was expecting one, but I couldn't speak. I was barely managing to breathe and not pass out, I couldn't speak. But I couldn't not speak either. The longer I took to answer, the harder he would hit me. Second, and another one, and then another one passed, but my voice was lost somewhere deep down in my throat.

He was going to be angry. He would tell the Alpha. They would both be angry. I was already disobeying this guy, this huge, scary wolf, that could end my life in seconds. I needed to breathe, I needed air, I needed to speak, I needed to calm down. I needed so many things I couldn't find in me to do.

Ok, one breath at a time. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, on keeping the nausea away. I opened them back up, noticing the third wolf had left, only the two, whose aura was the strongest, remained in the car.

He was probably calling for his Alpha. The ruthless Alpha of the Blood moon pack, the one who fed on children and killed anyone in his sight was probably coming for me. He was already being told how I wasn't obedient and I was disobeying commands, the Alpha was already planning my punishment, or possibly, my death.

The voice of the bigger wolf met my ears, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I was too far gone, the ringing in my ears was too loud and my vision was too blurry. He came closer, making me freeze.

Every inch of my body was screaming at me to run, hide, get as far away as I could from this car, from this pack, but I couldn't. I couldn't run, it would only make things worse. Escape was never an option and it never will be. I simply froze, waiting for him to hit me with my eyes closed, but he only took my hand in his.

"It's ok, breathe. I won't hurt you, just breathe, please!" I heard him say, my hand still held by his much larger one. Did he just tell me to breathe, use the word 'please'? Males didn't say that, not to females, not to slaves like me. What did this giant wolf want from me?

Before I knew it, he had picked me up and he was running quickly with someone running behind us. Everything was moving fast, too fast. I didn't know what was happening, where we were going, I knew nothing.

The movement was too much for my nausea, stomach acid flying out of my mouth all over the male wolf. If I wasn't going to die before, I was going to die now. I messed up his shirt, I disrespected him. How could I be so dumb, not hold it for a little bit longer? I was even more useless than my masters claimed, I just signed my own death sentence.

At least my voice came back. I was shouting apologies, thrashing my body against his as he struggled to carry me. I needed down, I needed air, space, I needed him away from me.

And then it all went black.

***

I blinked slowly, adjusting my eyes to the light. Where was I? What happened?

Suddenly, it all fell back into place. I tried to feel my body, see exactly how much damage they had caused, but surprisingly the only bruises were those made in the past when I was in the Trade.

I became a lot more cautious of my surroundings as I felt two pairs of eyes on me. I shot up, a woman in a white uniform gently pushing me back down.

"Calm down, it's ok. Don't get up or you'll feel sick again." She instructed. I obeyed and only spun my head to take in the room.

The walls were a light beige color, while the ceiling was white. It was warm, cozy, something I hadn't felt ever since I lost my parents and home. There was medical equipment in the far end of the room, a soft all-white bed I was laying on, a window over it, a beige nightstand with some pills and water, and a dark blue armchair in the corner across the bed, which the huge man was sitting in.

The room was barely lit, curtains in the same blue color as the chair pulled over the windows. Noticing the small details, I realized the bed was pushed against a wall and there was a white door next to the equipment. I was also strapped to some strange machines, some were making weird noises, while others were full of liquids.

The male wolf was looking at me, but neither his eyes, nor his aura radiated anger. His shirt was still covered in my barf and his face looked exhausted and pained.

''How are you feeling?" He asked with... concern.

Why was he concerned? No one had been concerned about me ever since I lost my parents and sister. What did he want from me, why didn't he hate me like everyone else did?

He didn't want me to be brought to his Alpha in bad condition, that's why. There was no other reason I could think of. The Alpha needed a slave and if I was wasting his time in bed it wouldn't be good for the male wolf.

One of the machines started beeping, hurting my ears. I covered them with my hands, a whimper bubbling in my throat. I shouldn't make a sound. I needed to follow the rules, I had already broken enough. The machine wouldn't stop beeping and it got louder and louder. It was all I could focus on until the female, who I assumed was a doctor, spoke and drew my attention to her.

"Alpha, give her some time!" Alpha? Alpha! The Alpha was in the room! The Alpha's gaze was on me! This guy, the strong wolf, the one, I threw up on was the Alpha! I threw up on the Alpha! The Alpha of the Blood moon pack, the merciless leader, whom everyone feared. Out of all the wolves I just had to throw up on the scariest of them all, just my luck!

I didn't realize what I was doing, my instincts kicking, making my feet on their own. Suddenly, I was on the ground, bowing before him.

''I-I-I'm so s-sorry, A-Alpha! Pl-ple-please for-forgive m-me!" I pleaded, shaking again. My knees buckled and I waited to hit the ground, I waited for the impact and his mocking, but it never came.

Instead, I found myself in a pair of strong arms, being lifted up on the bed again. The machine was beating louder and louder, but the sound got drowned by the thumping of my heart against my chest. It was beating against my rib cage, threatening to escape. It flipped and beat so loud, that it became all I could focus on.

The Alpha's arms were now on my shoulders as he tried to keep me steady. He was speaking to me, but I couldn't hear him. His eyes made contact with mine, making me freeze and forget the fear for a second.

For a second all I could see, feel, focus on, were the light grey pools of his eyes. The color was that of the moonlight, that guided you on a dark night. Soft grey eyes laced with concern were all it took for me to get distracted, vulnerable.

They were the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen, they also seemed familiar in a way I couldn't put a finger on, but despite that, they were the eyes of the strongest, scariest Alpha in the world. The Alpha, that could take my life with one quick snap of my neck, something he would manage in seconds, my strength obviously no match for his.

"Just breathe, ok? I won't hurt you, I promise! No one will anymore. You're safe here!" He promised as he backed away. What game was he playing? Was he building my trust for him so it would hurt more later? Did he want me to put my guard down so he could strike more easily?

Whatever game he was playing, I couldn't resist. He was a merciless leader with an enormous pack and I was just a useless slave, one, he owned. I was his, his to do whatever he pleased with and I could do nothing about it, but obey his orders in order to keep myself alive just a little bit longer.

I took some deep breaths, still fully aware of his eyes on me. They weren't exploring my body, they never went past my face. Had I gotten too ugly to even be used? Perhaps it was for the best, but I was still unsure of what he planned to do to me, therefore, I had no idea how to react to anything yet.

My breathing seemed to be calm enough for the nausea and dizziness to go away. The doctor looked at me with an encouraging smile, which I was comforted by. It felt good to know someone was proud of me, even if she wouldn't do anything when the Alpha attacked me.

"Better?" He asked from his seat. Despite it looking quite expensive, he didn't look comfortable at all, making me wonder what was wrong with him. I nodded my head quickly, not wanting to be punished for taking too long to answer.

"I'm Knox, the Alpha of the Blood moon pack." He introduced himself with a small smile. "What's your name?" Mine? What did he need my name for? What game was this wolf playing with me because I hated it more than the beatings!

"S-slave, A-Alpha, I'm yo-your s-slave!" I managed to say, despite my fear. At least my voice was back, one less reason to be killed.

The Alpha, however, didn't look one bit pleased by my answer. In fact, he grew angry, gripping the chair with his claws.

"Alpha!" The doctor turned to him, making him snap out of it and turn to me. I was already backing away, scooting to the furthest corner of the bed to keep my distance from him. Not that he couldn't get to me in just one jump, but it was still a jump more than what it would have taken him before.

"You are no slave of mine! You are my mate, my equal!" I was his what? No, no, no! So that's the game he was playing. He was pretending we were mates. But why? I would do whatever he said anyway I don't get it!

I couldn't have a mate! He was lying! Right? He was lying to me. I was just a dumb slave, one, undeserving of love, one, whose body has been used too many times to count and by too many males to count. An ugly and pathetic slave was all I was.

So why did he decide to choose me to lie to when he probably had so many she-wolves he could have, that were beautiful and strong? Why me?

A/N: Hi friends! Thank you for giving my book a chance and I hope you are enjoying it! Our main characters have officially met! I know you still don't know her name, but it's on purpose, you’ll know soon!