I’m An Alpha Who’s About To Die

Chapter 2

I wake up to the scent of crisp, clean air drifting through an unfamiliar window.

My eyelids flutter open. Instead of the water-stained ceiling of my cramped apartment, I am greeted by an expansive, pristine white ceiling. The room is massive, bathed in the glow of expensive, warm lighting.

Where am I?

Panic sets in. My breathing grows ragged. My mouth feels strange, and a dull, throbbing ache pulses at the base of my neck. I rack my brain, trying to remember what happened after I shook that mysterious man’s hand at the bar. Did I pass out? Was I drugged?

I sit up and realize I am wearing a plush, silk robe that feels incredibly soft against my skin. But beneath it, I am completely naked.

Where are my clothes?

My mother is waiting for me. She is lying in her bed, sick and weak. I need to get out of this place right now. Whoever brought me here is going to regret it.

I swing my legs over the edge of the mattress and storm toward the center of the bedroom. "Where are my clothes?!" I shout.

The large room echoes my desperation back at me. The scent of danger feels thick in the air, mixing with the expensive perfume of the linens.

"What the hell! Is anyone there?!" I scream again.

The door suddenly clicks open. A man steps into the room, wearing a dark shirt and slacks. It’s him. The impossibly handsome stranger from the bar. Seeing him in the light makes my jaw drop for a fraction of a second before boiling anger takes over.

I march right up to him, pointing a shaking finger directly at his chest.

"Did you kidnap me?!" I scream. "Let me out of here right now, or I swear to God I will go to the police! You used my body while I was unconscious, didn't you?!"

He looks at me, entirely unbothered by my screaming. "Are you always this dramatic?" he asks. His voice is steady, smooth, and infuriatingly calm.

"You changed my clothes! I’m in a robe!" I yell, stepping back to pull the silk tighter around my chest.

"I didn't touch you," he says coldly. "My maids changed you. You should be thanking me. I saved you from the man trying to drag you out of the alley behind the bar."

"Liar!" I snap. "I don't remember any of that!"

"Because you were drugged," he replies flatly. "If you don't believe me, look."

He picks up a sleek tablet from a nearby table and taps the screen, turning it toward me.

I cross my arms, refusing to be intimidated, but my eyes drift to the screen. It is security footage from the alley behind Mach's bar. I see myself stumbling out the back door, clearly barely conscious. A greasy, massive man catches me by the waist. He covers my mouth and starts dragging me toward a rusted van. Then, a blur of motion enters the frame—the man standing in front of me now. He dispatches the attacker in seconds and carries me away.

My breath hitches. The anger drains out of me, replaced by a sudden, crushing wave of guilt and horror. My knees feel weak.

"I... I am so sorry," I whisper, my cheeks burning with shame. "I didn't know."

"You are safe now," he says, his gaze softening just a fraction. He runs a hand through his dark, curly hair.

I look up at him, truly taking in his striking features. If he hadn't been there, I would be dead. Or worse. A sudden rush of butterflies flutters in my stomach. His presence is overwhelming, radiating a quiet, intense power.

I shake my head, forcing the feeling away. I can't be distracted by a handsome face. My mother needs me.

"Thank you. Truly," I say, my voice trembling. "But I have to go home."

Without waiting for his response, I turn and run toward the heavy oak bedroom door. I grab the cold metal handle and twist.

It doesn't budge. I pull harder, rattling the frame.

"It's locked," he says softly from behind me.

I spin around, my heart leaping into my throat as he takes a slow step toward me. The sense of danger returns, tenfold. He reaches past my shoulder. I hold my breath, pressing my back against the wood, completely trapped by his towering frame.

He simply flicks the lock, opens the door, and steps back.

I don't wait for another word. I rush out into the hall and run.

(Author’s Note: Hi guys—I’m writing this with all of my heart and bones. Sweat pours in this novel. So i hope this gets a contract. Exclusive. I’mve been writing this for the past 3 days. 10 chapters already—but i will only release them when the contract is settle.

So if you like Linda spinners story—dig in and read the 1-6 chapters. They’re free. I bet you’ll love the story line so keep onn reading dear readers.

Acknowledgement: My mother who gave love and hope. To my father who’s having a hard time—but writing gives me the stress out of my system.)