The Abducted Alpha And His Human Mate

3. Meeting The Werewolf

HELLER

The world went silent for a split second.

Amidst the noise, confusion, and overwhelming situation, some things were excruciatingly certain; my long-awaited mate turns out to be an enemy. I would never forgive the goddess for this.

I could hear the constant and accelerated beat emanating from his heart. It simply meant he was feeling exactly the way I was. “I’m I the only one feeling this way here?” my mate asked rhetorically still staring into my eyes, while his face creased in confusion. Was this how strong the mate bond felt? I pondered. Every ounce of rationality and poise left me, all I knew was I wanted to be close to him, fill my lungs with his strange smell, and feel the taste of his lips on mine

“NO!” I growled sonorously, losing the little grasp of control I had as Cort, my wolf pushed into the surface. We felt the same way but he went deeper as he reacted purely on his animalistic instinct.

He took a step towards me, aware of the pulse of energy radiating between us, but the female standing close to him held him back.

“What is happening here,” a bulky man in boots and hat who wasn’t on the scene earlier demanded from no one, in particular, plucking me from my momentary daze.

“We have no idea, sir,” came the reply from one of the men holding my arms firmly.

“Is this it?” he asked with a smug look on his face nodding towards me

Did this wretched, weakling human just referred to me as “it”?! If I wasn’t in my chains or weakened by poison he wouldn’t be alive to even think of uttering those words that came out from his blasphemous mouth, I fumed and growled struggling to wriggle free from the grasp of the two men holding me hostage but failing once again.

“Doctor White, this is your specimen,” he commented facing my newfound mate, then turned towards me and ordered them to put more chains on me and lock me up.

“Why do you have to put more chains on him?” my mate countered, “He’s already harmless as it seems,” his expression looked grave. Why was he trying to defend me? Is he not an enemy too? And why in the Goddess’ name I’m I calling him mate?

He cannot be my Mate; the goddess has made a terrible mistake this time! He became an enemy even before becoming my mate.

My mind was in great turmoil, I needed to get out of here as soon as possible even though I did not know how.

There has to be a way I told myself and Cort, there’s always a way out. I have no idea how these people went as far as making a bargain with Ian and what they stand to gain from it.

They didn’t come off as mere assassins and wouldn’t go through all this trouble to kill me, they would have done it back there in the mating ceremony if that was their main objective.

So my question came down to: what do they need me for? Of what use I’m I to them? Also, where was I at the moment? I was completely unconscious before I was taken from my pack’s premises. Those were the questions I need to find out as immediately.

I was pushed and dragged along the hallway as I was forced to look back one last time, my eyes meeting that of my new mate as he stared straight into them.

I faced back where I was heading to as I allowed myself to be pulled into another hallway to a place I had no idea of.

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WHITE

Mr. Bill’s question snapped me out of my stupefied state, I couldn’t understand why I was feeling the way I felt towards this menacing alpha wolf.

I didn’t even remember to jump for joy at the fact that my predictions were correct, I don’t even know if I’m happy that they were. I was so feeling hurt and I cannot even ascertain why.

The truth is I don’t understand many things, like why I could distinctively decipher his smell from every other thing and person around me, why my eyes were watering on their own accord, why I craved to hold and touch someone I’m seeing for the first time in my life. Is the whole supernatural beings thing having a special effect on me? The most confusing of all is that science can’t even explain what I’m feeling right now.

I took a step towards him involuntarily but Layna held me back completely oblivious of what was going on in my head.

Mr. Bill introduced him as a specimen in the most insulting way ever and ordered them to put more chains on him and lock him up. It made him growl out rancorously as his eyes glowed some shades darker than the usual grey and I couldn’t stop myself from defending him.

“He’s a threat, White. This thing can shift and turn into a ferocious wolf and snap life out of us in minutes. It doesn’t need to look harmful to be really harmful. We need to take all the precautions we can. There’s nothing like being too careful.” He admonished looking all straight and serious, then ordered his men to take the Wolf-man away, leaving me with a sudden feeling of emptiness and helplessness.

The man-wolf was dragged along the hallway to the so-called cell I had no idea how to get to. He turned one last time sending me a piercing gaze that was more questioning than asking for help before disappearing into the other hallway with the two men holding his both hand.

I braced up, gathered my equilibrium,m and walked to the newly designed laboratory from what I was told, all the experiment I will be working on here.

I should be feeling abashed with euphoria, feeling pumped and more motivated than usual but none of that was happening at the moment. It feels like my whole brain cell was drained of every drop of serotonin (happiness hormone) inside.

I have always believed in science, it has an answer, an explanation for every occurrence under the earth’s surface and even above and beyond it.

Science is my life, my consolation but I looked round the spacious laboratory that should have once given me comfort made me feel like an outsider.

I couldn’t explain the predicament I was in at the moment, as complex as human emotions, science has explanations for each of our reactions but couldn’t explain the reason I was feeling the way. I had poured my soul into this experiment for over ten years now, after the death of Leo, my brother, sealing away any form of love interest or emotional activities.

I lost complete interest in having feelings, even in talking of pursuing them.

But this… this emotional conundrum that neither science nor regular rationality could explain, plunged me into a sea of confusion. How could I feel such depths of affection for someone I was just meeting for the first time? If it was happening to someone else, I’d tell the person to get a grip or see a psychiatrist.

However, it is happening to me and is way beyond my internal control.

Leyna my assistant cleared her throat too deeply for the purpose of dragging me out from my pits of thoughts which she successfully did. I turned to stare at her suddenly recollecting where I was and my surroundings. How far have I been in contemplation? I wondered.

“Leyna…” I forced out, acknowledging her presence. She didn’t look happy at all, her eyes seemed distant as she didn’t move from the spot she was standing.

“Mr. Bill says we should freshen up, have some refreshments, and gets some rest before starting our work tomorrow, sir” she commented in a monosyllabic manner as if she was making a report and intentionally dragging the “sir” at the end of her statement to emphasize her discomfort.

She never addressed me that way except when she was angry and that happened rarely for the seven years she has been working with me.

She was a rookie then, who was so excited and enthusiastic about working with me, saying it was her lifelong dream. She became an indispensable assistant as well a friend later on and someone that checked my excesses and had enough audacity to call me out on them when we were alone.

“Leyna… talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind,” I muttered moving closer to her in slow and worn-out strides.

She looked up at me, her no-nonsense expression materializing all of a sudden,

“I just can’t seem to wrap my head around how you reacted to someone you’re meeting for the first time in your life.” She launched into her chiding not even stopping to catch her breath. “I’ve been with you for over seven years now, Doc, but I’ve never seen you react to a woman this way not to talk of a man! How did a stranger have that much effect on you out of nowhere? This is unbelievable and unacceptable, doctor, I’m sorry if I went too far.” She finalized firmly trying to catch her breath

She turned swiftly as if trying to hide something from me. Was she getting emotional or my mushy brain was only imagining it? I brushed off the feeling and tried to explain.

As much as our relationship was purely bordered on superior and assistant, she was my very good friend and closest companion. She cared for me more than she would agree to admit but I believe she deserved some explanations.

“Leyna, I really didn’t understand what happened to me back there, it was overwhelming, I couldn’t even control how I reacted. I’m still trying to make sense of the whole episode.” I divulged calmly, miserable at my own words.

Just then the archaic wooden door to the laboratory opened slightly, as Mr. Bill sauntered in, in his regular majestic strides.

“Thought I would catch you here and I really did, when you’re supposed to be taking a well-deserved rest. You’re so predictable, doctor White.” He noted with an unusual grin. “By the way, how do you like your new lab? I and my men did a whole lot of work here” he asked looking around the laboratory with a look of satisfaction spreading over his face.

His expression said enough, my opinion wasn’t even needed as he felt that his innovation here was perfect.

“It‘s nice sir,” I allowed myself to say, hoping I was able to hide the irritation his presence caused me from my voice.

“Indeed. We had to improvise a lot of times and make do with the limited tools we had as well as time” he said proudly then shifted his gaze to Leyna who was looking surprisingly normal as if she didn’t just have that outburst.

“You guys should rest now; we have a big day ahead of us. Goodnight gentlemen.” He finalized, turned, and left, leaving us more infuriated than he met us.

Leyna murmured goodnight as well and left the laboratory still looking crest-fallen. She’ll get back up by tomorrow, that was how she was; nothing stayed with her over the night, she got over things much faster than I who persistently ruminate over little things for weeks or even months before getting over them.

I very much doubt I’ll be able to sleep a wink tonight. I don’t think I’ll be able to think of anything else till I get answers, and I must get answers, besides, I’ll be seeing the man-wolf in the morning. The thought of seeing the man-wolf in the morning brought me a sense of relief that amazed me.

I tugged absent-mindedly to the room prepared for me. It was beside Leyna’s room which seemed eerily quiet not that I would be able to hear anything even though she was screaming as the bricks of the walls were sturdy and unnecessarily thick.

I entered the room which was filled with light from big white candles stationed on the coat hanger and the desk standing next to the wooden bed.

The moonlight washed into the room through the iron-carved windows. I blew off the candle positioned close to the bed, laid down carefully to be sure the bed was steady enough to hold my weight. I relaxed as soon as I was sure.

I let out a tired sigh staring at the walled ceiling, sinking into another wave of awe.

It would be a long night.