The Alpha
960 Words
As the guards shove me into his office, the first thing that I noticed about Silas Thorne is his good looks.
I fall on my knees before him, my body finally giving out from the two days of silver poisoning. My tied wrists were raw and bleeding and my throat felt parched from dehydration. But even despite the pain and exhaustion, I am amazed at how much the man before me looks like the Moon Goddess carefully took her time carving him.
His slightly disheveled black hair falls just below his ears like he's been running his hands through it but it's his eyes that make me feel cornered. They were Amber, like liquid gold and currently blazing with an intensity that takes my breath away.
This is the man who will kill me.
He circles me like a predator studying a wounded prey, his steps silent despite his big size. His wide shoulders and coiled muscle makes me magine hours upon hours of combat training. Power radiates from him in waves and I had to force myself not to bow down in submission.
"So you're the one who murdered Valek's mate." His low voice echoed in the room. Somehow, It shouldn't send shivers down my spine, but it did.
I want to deny it, want to scream that I'm innocent, but my throat is too dry from dehydration and I'm too tired to fight anymore. So I keep quiet, my eyes fixed on the floor between us.
"Look at me."
The Alpha command in his voice is unmistakable, and my head snaps up before I could stop myself. Our eyes meet, and the world stills.
The sensation hits me like a lightning bolt, starting where his gaze met mine and spreading through my entire body. My wolf, who has been quiet and subdued for as long as I can remember, suddenly came to life inside me.
Mate. Mate. MATE.
No. No, this can't be. This is some sort of sick joke, some twisted punishment from the Moon Goddess who clearly hates me. Of all the wolves in all the packs, my fated mate is Silas Thorn. The man whose father was killed by my uncle. The same man who's spent his whole life hating anyone connected to Silvercrest, especially anyone with Corvane blood running through their veins.
The man who is now glaring at me like he's seen a ghost.
He senses it too and I saw it in how his eyes widen and the way his hand shoots out and grabs my jaw before he could stop himself. His eyes search my face for a moment and all of a sudden, he pulls his hand back as if I've burned it.
"No. This is impossible." He took three steps back and his hands curled up into fists at his sides.
"I didn't." I start, but the words got stuck in my throat.
"You can never be my mate. Do you understand? You are the daughter of a traitor and I will never accept you."
The rejection itself shouldn't hurt. I've spent my entire life being rejected and told I'm useless and unwanted. But this isn't the same. The mate bond has already wrapped itself around my heart, and his words are like stabbing at it with a knife.
"I don't want this either," I hear myself say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Something flickers across his eyes. Anger, perhaps. Or pain. It happened so fast for me to recognize.
"You will remain here under my watch." he continues, his voice now cold and detached. "You will work and serve me. Every moment of your miserable life will be a reminder of what your family did to me. Do you understand?"
I nod, not certain I am capable of speaking.
"I asked you a question, omega."
"Yes," I force out. "I understand."
"Good."
He moves away from me, putting enough distance between us. Slowly, he walked to his desk and I could see his hands wrap around the edge so tightly his knuckles turn white. For a moment, I heard him mutter a curse under his breath. The connection is affecting him too, no matter how much he wants to deny it. Maybe worse than it's doing to me, by the way his hands shake before he curled them into fists.
"Maris!"
The door slams open and a man walked in. He's about Silas's size, has the same black hair and sharp angles to his face. His eyes flicker to me, and the hatred in them is unmistakable.
"Put her in the servants quarters," Silas orders without looking in our direction. "Make sure everyone knows what she is and what she has done. I don't want her treated with any respect. Is that understood?"
"Crystal clear, Alpha." Maris's face contorts into something cruel. His fingers tightened around my arm as he pulls me up.
I stumble, my legs not able to support my weight. Maris didn't offer to help me. He drag me towards the door, and I have to scramble to keep up or risk being pulled along the floor.
As we exit the room, I glanced back at Silas. He has his back turned to us and from where I stood, I could see the shiver of his giant frame.
The mate's bond pulls at me to comfort him and make this right somehow. Something feels off in this, though. We are enemies bound by circumstance, two hurt wolves forced into a bond that neither of us wants.
As Maris pulls me out into the hall and the door slams shut, I feel something break inside of me.
This is going to kill us both and there's nothing any of us can do to stop it.
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