FATED ENEMIES - THE ALPHA’S CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 4

I sat on the floor by the edge of a bed with my legs straightened out on the cold floor as I stared blankly at the door across me. The tears had stopped flowing now but my heart still continued to bleed inside me.

It felt like a dream. Like one second, I was happy and safe in my home and in the next, my whole world had turned into a nightmare.

I thought being captured by the enemy and betrayed by a close friend was the worse of it all, but then I found out a mate could do much worse.

I was numb at this point. Neither the cold floor nor the cold air coming in through the open window did anything to me. I was still in the black sleeveless dress the lady had given me earlier. I had no idea where the guards had dragged me into after what had happened in the council meeting and I just sat down at this spot as soon as they left me alone.

I don't know how long I sat here but by the time the door opened, a second later a figure crouched right beside me, "You shouldn't be sitting on the cold floor!" A female's voice gasped out. I turned only to find the lady from earlier. "You could get sick-" She gasped again as her eyes flew to the open window, "You're definitely getting sick!"

In a normal circumstance, I would have smiled and kindly tell her not to worry about me but now wasn't one so I only waved her off as I began to rise, "I'm fine." I tell her.

"No, you're not."

I turn to her as we both stand to our full height, with me a few inches taller than her. I could see the worry in her eyes. Why was she worried about me? I was her Alpha's prisoner. She should feel nothing but dislike --for whatever reason I was here for-- whenever she stares at me.

"That's none of your business. Leave me alone." I said coldly and walked by her, heading for the bathroom door. I didn't want to see the look on her face after I'd said those words.

At this point, I didn't want to see anybody's face. Everyone looked like a betrayer. I can't trust anyone anymore. I wasn't even sure I could trust myself anymore.

Walking into the bathroom, I headed for the sink, then I realized it was the same bathroom I was in earlier. They had brought me back into the same room.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror again and this time there were dried tear lines on my cheeks. I had cried for a man who had abandoned me for his own safety. Who was so selfish and greedy that he wanted to mate me only for the Alpha title. He didn't love me. Not even a tiny affection. I was only a tool. I still am. One that my captor would use against my father. No, I can't let that happen.

I splashed water on my face, wiping it clean with a palm and looked back at my reflection with resolution. I wasn't going to let him win. I wouldn't be his tool. I'd rather die than help him bring my father down.

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I pace around the room with my hands akimbo. I had changed into a different set of clothes as the lady, whose name I still don't know, had insisted I put on something that would keep me warm.

I didn't argue this time as I needed something more comfortable --leather pants and a fitted top or even a leather jumpsuit. Anything that I could fight well in incase I needed to. A simple black dress that simply showed too much of my skin wasn't going to cut it.

After a multiple rounds of 'No' I finally settled with a loose black and grey stripped shirt on a white tight tank top and black leather pants. Not one of the best for fighting but it was better than short gowns and small skirts. Who the hell owned that closet?

I continuously paced as I waited. I had tried to leave but she'd stopped me and told me there were guards outside the door and that I wasn't allowed to leave. I told her to get her Alpha to come here or I would do something dangerous and now it's more than half an hour and he still isn't here yet. Did he think I was bluffing? That I couldn't do anythin-

My thoughts were cut off as the door swung open. I paused in front of him and turned to glare at him, "So you finally came. I thought I'd have to wait another century." I said, crossing my arms infront of my chest.

He didn't say a single word as he shut the door and leaned against it, staring nonchalantly at me as usual. It's either he's staring daggers at me like I'm the cause of some disaster happening in his life or he's staring like I was nothing but a peasant or a dead meat in his eyes. Now, it's the latter.

I drop my eyes to find him still in the clothes he'd been wearing in the meeting. He hadn't changed yet. It wasn't any of my business but I was suddenly infuriated.

"What am I doing here?"

He remained the same. Unmoving and just staring at me.

"Can you give me a damned answer?! Why the f**k am I here? If you won't let me go, you won't kill me, then just take me back to my cell. I'm better off in a cold dark cell than under your gods' damned roof!" I screamed at him, my hands flying about in anger.

Still, he only blinks at me.

Just when I thought he wouldn't say anything and I'd have to fight my way out of the room, his lips move, "You'll be staying here from now on."

He said what?

I blink at him in slight shock, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He pushed away from the door and began closing the gap between us, "You'll be staying here and Loise would be attending to your every need." He got closer and I took a few steps backwards, "Zach and Lucas would also be stationed wherever you are and go wherever you go -- that is if you'd ever need to leave this room on my command -- so rest assured, this place is just like a cell. Just a little bit comfy." He nods towards the bed.

I wasn't sure I was still breathing by the time the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed. I steadied myself so I wouldn't fall back.

I hadn't heard him speak so much before. I heard so many names that I couldn't place who was who. His voice also didn't help matters. Why did I just add his voice as a problem? It's the proximity. He's getting into my head.

I wanted him out of my space but I also didn't want him to think I was afraid or bothered by him if I pushed him back or stepped away from him, so I stayed put and just glared up at him, "You... you took everything from me. My life, my home, my... mate." I gritted the last word out as I continued, with anger slowly rising inside of me, "Now what? You want me to stay in a room worthy of someone who is free? I am not. I am your captive so f*****g treat me like one!"

At this point, there was only a few inches between us and it gave me the opportunity to look closely at his face in the light. He was... His features were even more sharper. His icy blue eyes bore into mine, his half-lidded eyes that made his face look calm and relaxed, his straight nose, his sharp jawline, his... his lips-

"My eyes are up here, Lisa." His deep voice cuts my thoughts off, snapping me right back to reality.

I could feel my cheeks heat up from being caught ogling but my brows furrow as the name settles in my head, "My name is Alyssa." Who the hell is Lisa?

"That's the same thing."

"No, it's not!"

I caught the slight upward tilt of his lips that lasted only a millisecond, "Your opinion doesn't matter to me, Lisa. You're staying here and that's final." He says and finally takes a step back before turning around and walking out of the room, leaving me slightly stunned and annoyed.

I want to scream. Break something. Anything, maybe even him! And then cry, but I just stand there and glare at the door he just shut after walking out. What am I supposed to do here? In a room that almost reminds me of home. Reminds me of mine.

With a fuming mind, I felt my claws stretch out as I turn to face the bed. A well dressed bed with pure white sheets. Everything about it just seems perfect, balanced and where it needs to be. That's not my life anymore and so the only way I could stay here is if it's just the same.

With a rage, I took out all my anger on the bed, tearing it apart with my claws. It came apart in my hands without a struggle and it made me even more angry. Was that how I let him destroy my life? Without so much as a struggle? I let him take me, imprison me, kill my mate, even give me names and now I'm to stay here and wait for him to kill my father while I still do absolutely nothing?

"f**k you!" I cuss out loud and push the bed with so much force it moves a few feet, taking anything in its path along with it. Then I walk over to the full mirror beside the closet, staring at myself as I breathe hard. My reflection is anything but nice with my hair all over my face and my claws still sticking out.

I walked closer and smashed my fist into the mirror, cracking it and watched as some of the debris fall to the floor. This is my life now.