The Alpha's Begged Prey

2.

Maya was dragged out of the Alpha’s mansion like a goddamn criminal. Her bare feet scraped the cold marble as she stumbled, naked, bruised, and shivering—not just from the wind that whipped across her exposed skin but from the cruel betrayal slicing through her chest.

She was once wrapped in Alpha Rio’s arms, her lips still tingling from his kisses, her heart still racing from the way he’d made love to her—over and over, whispering how he couldn’t wait to make her his Beta... his Luna. And now, here she was, paraded like some filthy rogue through the heart of the Moonlight Pack.

Gasps followed her. Murmurs like knives.

“Where the f**k is her scent?”

“Is she even one of us?”

“She smells... empty.” Another scoffed, staring at her with disgust.

Maya’s stomach turned. Empty. That word stabbed deeper than any wound. It wasn’t just embarrassment burning her face—it was raw humiliation. Her dignity was stripped, her skin exposed, and her pack, the people she’d bled for, now looked at her like she was vermin.

Tears, hot and relentless, spilt down her cheeks. She didn’t try to stop them. What was the point? She had never felt so small, so stripped of power. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, not from fear—but from disbelief.

What the f**k had happened to her life?

The guards shoved her hard, their hands rough and indifferent, and she crashed against a cold, metal door.

They unlocked it, then kicked her inside a damp, rank-smelling dungeon. The scent of blood, sweat, and piss clawed at her nostrils, making her gag.

Inside were other werewolves—men, all of them. Criminals. Brutes. Monsters in human skin.

And she—Maya White, future Beta of Moonlight Pack, daughter of Elder James—was dumped right among them like another piece of discarded meat.

Chains clanked as she was forced to her knees. A thick iron cuff was slammed around her ankle, and her skin burned from the touch of silver. She hissed in pain, but the guards didn’t flinch. Her trembling body folded, her legs bruising against the stone floor as the chains locked her down like an animal.

Her wolf tried to rise, to fight, but it was like something had sealed her power shut. Something dark, but she couldn’t tell what exactly was going on.

The other prisoners stared at her like wolves circling a carcass.

“Fresh meat,” one of them growled, his yellowing eyes sliding over her naked body.

“She got no scent. She’s not marked. Ain’t mated. She’s unclaimed.”

Another chuckled. “She’s gonna be someone’s b***h before sunrise.”

Maya’s eyes widened, and for a moment, pure panic strangled her breath. Her heart thumped violently, and her hands wrapped around her bare chest as if trying to shield herself from their filthy stares.

She crawled to the front of the cell, every limb screaming in pain, and gripped the rusted iron bars.

“Please!” Her voice cracked, desperate. “Can I at least get clothes? Please! I’m not... I’m not a f*****g prisoner!”

A filthy rag was thrown at her—something that smelled like death. Torn, bloodstained, and barely enough to cover her. It was a garment even her lowest-ranking servant wouldn’t have dared touch.

She stared at it, her lips trembling. The reality of her downfall settled in her bones.

“What the f**k is happening to me?” she whispered, pressing the rags against her body, trying to hide her trembling.

The criminals laughed. “Delusional, this one. Are you new here?" one said.

Another licked his lips and muttered, “You’ll learn fast. They sell bitches like you to other packs. You’ll be a breeder, girl. Popped open for every heat, pushed full of pups till your cunt gives out.”

Maya’s stomach rolled. She wanted to vomit. Her skin crawled. She pressed herself tighter into the corner, her voice shaking.

“I need to speak with Elder James,” she whispered through the bars to a guard standing nearby. “Please. I’m his only daughter. I’m Maya White. He’ll know me... He has to.”

The guard glanced at her with cold, disinterested eyes. As if he were looking at a ghost.

“Shut the f**k up,” he muttered. “You’re a nobody trying to impersonate Maya White.”

“No!” Maya shrieked, grabbing the bars with raw fingers. “Please! I’m your Beta-to-be! I know your name—Tomas! You gave me my first dagger! We trained together from children!”

He turned away, "This witch must have learnt a lot about our beloved Maya White."

And that broke her.

Her knees buckled, and she slid to the floor, her arms wrapping around her legs as sobs erupted from her chest. The kind of sobs that rip you apart from the inside. The kind that leaves you gasping for air, questioning your sanity.

Her wolf whimpered inside her—weak, confused, trapped.

It felt like her entire existence had been erased. Like she was no longer Maya. No longer a warrior. No longer a daughter. No longer Rio’s.

She wasn’t even a f*****g person.

Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time twisted in the dark.

A deep voice came from beside her, low and grim.

“If you wanna survive in here, girl,” said one of the prisoners, “you better run when the cell door opens. Because once they come for you, there’s no mercy. No name. No pack. You’ll be chained down and f****d till your mind breaks.”

Maya’s fists clenched. Anger rose through the grief like a goddamn storm. Her wolf growled low, wounded but not dead.

She wasn’t going to break. Not yet. Not f*****g yet. "How do I escape?"

She wiped the tears from her face with trembling hands and stared into the darkness, whispering through clenched teeth.

"I need to have a word with Gaia! I need to know what she has done to make everyone think she's me. I need answers," Maya thought.