Arranged to the Alpha

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Issy jolted awake.

She gasped for breath, her body shaking as she tried to free herself from the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles to the bed.

She pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. She scanned the room. It wasn't hers. The spacious room was dimly lit by a few candles scattered on wooden shelves, casting long shadows that danced across the stone walls.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she wondered where she was. The bed beneath her was firm and strong, and the heavy fabrics smelled faintly of earth and something else—something metallic.

Blood. Her blood!

Her mind raced. “Where am I? How did I get here?”

Memories from moments before came crashing back. She remembered coming back to the castle for Ivy’s wedding only to realize she was the intended bride. She winced as Ivy’s cold sneer and her father’s brutal smirk came into the full picture in her brain.

She had been such a fool to think she could trust the same people that pushed her out.

She mentally kicked herself blaming herself for her predicament.

A rustling sound drew her attention to the far corner of the room.

“Who’s there?” she called, her eyes changing, ready to attack. Her breath felt stuck in her throat as she felt him. The Alpha.

That must be him. His aura was commanding and dominated the very room including her.

He stood there, leaning against the wall, watching her with his dark, predatory eyes.

She imagined him in her head as she couldn’t quite see him. His figure would be tall, imposing, and broad shoulders that seemed to fill the entire room. His skin would look pale, almost ghostly, and he would have black hair that fell messily over his forehead, framing a face that would be equally handsome and both terrifying. She shuddered at the thought, Ivy did say he was very handsome and kind, and she would love him, she silently prayed he wouldn’t hurt her.

“You’re awake,” he said, his husky voice filled with a twisted kind of amusement.

He pushed himself off the wall and tok slow strides towards her, each step making the floor creak under his weight.

Her eyes circled in utter shock as she saw that he was in his wolf form.

He wanted to mate with her!

Issy’s heart raced as she bore the thought. She struggled again at the ropes, her body pulling against the hinges of the bed but she couldn’t budge even an inch.

“What do you want from me?” she screamed trying to hide her trembling voice.

He smirked, stopping at the edge of the bed, hovering over her.

“Have you forgotten, you’re mine. Isn’t that what you’ve been told?” His fingers brushed her cheek lightly, “And It’s our wedding night, after all.”

Issy tilted her face, her entire body stiffening to his touch. “I’ll never be yours,”

His smirk widened into a full grin. “You’ll fight, then? Good. I like a challenge.” He leaned in closer, his breath raw on her skin, his claws tracing the line of her hands drawing blood.

He laughed, the sound filling the room “You’re quite a dangerous one. I wonder how long that’ll last.”

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, spitting on his face again.

“You’ll regret that,” he growled, his voice dripping with darkness.

The Alpha’s claws shot out, gripping her wrist painfully as he leaned in again, his mouth inches from her ear.

“I’ll have you eventually, princess,” he whispered in a low tone. “It doesn’t have to be tonight. But you will be mine. Every night until you break.”

And with that, he released her, standing up straight as if he had all the time in the world. His gaze fell on her bosom for a moment before he turned on his heels, walking out of the room.

The nights that followed followed the same routine and for Issy, it was becoming too much of a hassle.

She couldn’t remember the last time she saw sunlight. She was always stuck in the dark room, her hands still tied and the bracelet weakening her every time she tried to move.

Every evening, the Alpha would return, as if it was a rehearsed choreography. He would waltz into the room, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation, and each time, Issy would fight him off.

She kicked, screamed, and gave out with everything she had, but he was stronger, and her powers were still suppressed by the stupid bracelet. He seemed to enjoy her resistance like a game he intended to win slowly, savoring her weakness and vulnerability before he would finally claim her.

Issy’s mind raced desperately, searching for a way out.

During the day, the servants—silent and mute, would come to clean her, feed her, and then tie her back up again before the Alpha’s return.

None of them dared to meet her eyes, and she realized that they, too, feared him, whoever he was.

But she couldn’t live like this. She wouldn’t. She was a princess and princesses don’t cry!

After several more nights of this torment, an idea began to form in her mind. She didn’t have much time. The bracelet was slowly taking her whole being out. She couldn’t rely on her strength. She was just an Omega with no match for him physically even when he wasn’t in his full form, not while she was bound and her powers restrained. But she had to outsmart him. That was her only way out.

On the eighth night, she was ready.

When the Alpha entered, his smirk was more confident than usual. He probably thought she was close to breaking, that her vulnerability was finally crumbling but Issy had no intention of surrendering.

She laid still on the bed, her body relaxed, her breathing still.

She knew it was a risk, but she needed him to lower his guard.

“Finally giving up?” he mocked, approaching the bed, his eyes narrowing, as he dug his claws into her hands.

Issy forced herself to remain calm, her voice soft, submissive.

“What’s the point of fighting?” she murmured, her eyes downcast. “You always win.”

He paused, watching her carefully, but she could see the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

Slowly, he reached out, touching her arm. His grip loosened slightly as he leaned in, and that was all the opportunity she needed.

With lightning speed, she used all the remaining strength she had to yank one of her hands free from the ropes, grabbed the candle from the bedside table, and slammed it into his face. Hot wax splattered across his fur as he growled in pain, stumbling back.

“Stupid b***h!” he growled angrily, howling and grunting in pain.

Issy didn’t waste a second. She tore off the other ropes, hoping to fill through her veins. While the Alpha was still clutching his face, she used another candle to melt the bracelet off her wrists and quickly shifted into her wolf form.

She knew she had minutes, maybe less, before he would recover and come after her but that was all she needed.

With her heart in the throat and the wind in her hair, she jumped out of the window knowing she would land on her feet. As she continued running, she could hear the wolves pack howling behind her.

The Alpha’s angry voice echoed his instruction. “Get her!”

Issy ran faster, her paws tired as she couldn’t stop or look back. She didn’t look ahead as she was too busy thinking of her escape. Before she could realize she had collided with a log of wood and crashed to the ground.

A silently growl left her lips as she looked at her wounds. There were a few scratches on her paw. Minor but not life-threatening.

She glanced behind her, the howling from the pack was getting nearer.

She tried to stand but she couldn’t. The darkness claimed her before she could try again