10th Wife of Alpha Xavier

Ariana’s Point Of View “Ariana, it is absolutely essential that you conduct yourself properly when you have the chance to meet the Alpha, do you understand?” My father, Bruce, admonished me with a tone filled with frustration and fury. The intensity of his voice clearly indicated how deep his anger ran, a dark cloud looming over our conversation. After years of feeling trapped in this tumultuous existence, he had finally discovered a despicable means to abandon me—the daughter he had raised for nine long years, to finally sell me into this nightmare. To add to the horror of the situation, I found myself being offered up to the merciless Alpha as his tenth wife, a fate that sent chills coursing through my veins. The very thought of becoming just one more name on the list of his doomed brides was enough to make my heart race uncontrollably and send warm tears streaming down my cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of my despair. It had become all too clear through whispered tales and fearful glances that any woman who embarked on the journey of marriage with him seldom lived to tell the tale after a mere two years, their lives extinguished in the darkness of his tyranny. “Father…” I barely began to voice my fears when suddenly, in an explosive moment of rage, he struck me across the face. The sharp sting of his hand was nothing compared to the chilling reality of his words. “Don’t you dare call me that, you witch!” he screamed, his voice filled with an almost primal rage as he shoved me mercilessly to the ground. Shaking, I pleaded for mercy, my voice trembling with genuine terror. “Please, I don’t want to die…” The words tumbled out in desperation, each syllable heavy with the weight of my pleading heart. But my father’s response was chilling. “Your life isn’t worth much anymore. Don’t you think that’s the way it is?” he sneered, the bitterness dripping from his words. The disdain in his voice crushed me further, echoing in the hollow corners of my mind. Then, as if compelled by some harrowing force, he leaned down, raising my chin with an iron grip, forcing me to look directly into his cold, unfeeling eyes. Those eyes, once a source of warmth and guidance in my early years, now bore into me with a chilling intensity, offering nothing but a stark reminder of the betrayal I was facing. I was left alone in the darkness, grappling with an overwhelming sense of despair and hopelessness as I realized that my very existence was hanging by a thread—on the brink of an unimaginable fate I could never have foreseen. "Why don't you just be a good girl and listen to your father? When Beta Miller arrives, it's crucial that you show the utmost humility," he said with a tone that conveyed both authority and a touch of expectation. I often found myself puzzled by my father's seemingly endless fascination with the concept of nobility and royalty. It struck me as strange that someone who had more than enough in life would still obsess over status and appearances. After all, he was already considered one of the prominent nobles in Vin Pack, which should have been quite satisfactory in itself. As I stood there, waiting and feeling a mix of anticipation and dread, a sharp knock broke through the tense silence of the room, sending my heart into a wild frenzy. It began to race uncontrollably, and I could feel beads of perspiration forming on my forehead, glistening as they captured the light. At that moment, my father turned to me and gave me a piercing glare, one that seemed to communicate everything he expected from me without uttering another word. It was as if he believed that my worth and reputation were directly tied to how well I behaved in front of this Beta, a notion that was both frustrating and deeply unsettling. With an air of authority, my father summoned one of our betas to fetch Beta Miller, the impending arrival looming over me like a dark cloud. When the moment finally came, my father introduced me to the Beta in a way that felt almost ceremonial. "Beta Miller, here’s my daughter," my father, Bruce, announced proudly. However, my excitement was shortly dashed when the Beta merely glanced at me with an expression of obvious disdain, completely disregarding the effort my father had put into this introduction. "You know, she's not really anything special for Alpha Xavier," Beta Miller remarked, his gaze sweeping over me with an air of condescension as if I were merely an object for his inspection rather than a human being worthy of respect. The words were like daggers, piercing through my confidence and revealing just how little he thought of me. To my astonishment, instead of reacting to this insult with anger or disappointment, my father just grinned foolishly, almost as if he relished the Beta's words. This inexplicable reaction twisted a knot of fury in my stomach, igniting a fire within me that was difficult to contain. "You can trust me, Beta," my father beamed at him, his smile wide and almost infectious. It bewildered me to witness the excitement in my father's eyes and his willingness to overlook the blatant disrespect directed toward me. In that moment, I felt a surge of emotions—confusion, anger, and a deep yearning to be seen and valued for who I truly was—not just in the eyes of my father but by others as well. It was almost unbearable to think that my worth could hinge on the approval of someone who cared so little about my feelings, and I was left grappling with the intricate dynamics of pride, social status, and the deeply embedded desire for acceptance. As I sat in the sprawling, luxurious room that belonged to Alpha Xavier, a sense of unease washed over me. I couldn’t help but silently wish that he would treat me with kindness. Deep down, I recognized how ridiculous that thought was; after all, who would genuinely be nice to someone like me? I felt completely drained after sitting alone for what seemed like an eternity—over three long hours had passed, and I was beginning to fade. Rising from the plush chair, I ambled over to the window, feeling the weight of my exhaustion tugging at me. I let out a long, deep sigh as my gaze fell upon a figure clad in black, effortlessly leaping over the tall fence outside. It was already nighttime, and the minutes were dragging on—I was becoming increasingly bored and restless. "Wasn't he supposed to come tonight?" I thought to myself, a wave of sadness washing over me as I flopped down onto the bed. Just when I thought I would be left alone in my thoughts, the door creaked open, and someone entered the room. This unexpected visitor was not Alpha Xavier. He began to scan the room meticulously, as if searching for something specific. “Can I help you with something?” I asked, my voice laced with confusion. He smirked as he approached me, his demeanor unsettling. “I can see that this isn’t exactly what you envisioned, is it, Rebecca?” he said, catching me off guard. My eyes shot wide open at the sound of my hidden name. “Rebecca!” he called out, and every part of me froze. “How on earth does he know that name?!” I thought, the shocking realization hitting me hard. Only my father, mother, and I were aware of my secret identity. Fear crept into my heart, and I felt a chill run down my spine. “Who are you?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling as a sinister smile spread across his lips. “Are you frightened that someone has discovered who you really are?” He inquired, playing with my anxiety. “I was a mistake!” I shouted, the frustration boiling over as my eyes brimmed with tears. “This is who you truly are, so stop pretending!” he retorted, his voice filled with venom. “Then why do you even work with me? I thought you were supposed to keep my bloody secret safe!” I shot back, my breath trembling as I processed the situation. I couldn’t help but watch as he let out a small, unsettling giggle, and I knew that my life was spiraling into something far more dangerous than I could have ever imagined. “What is it that you want from me?” I finally found the courage to ask him, my voice trembling slightly with uncertainty. “It’s not exactly a straightforward request,” he replied, a hint of mischief in his tone. “But given your experience, I believe you can handle it with ease.” “I’ve already told you that whatever happened before was a mistake, and I will not work for you again!” I insisted, frustration seeping through my words. “Alright then,” he said with a sly smile before turning away from me. He casually walked to the window, and within moments, he flew out into the night sky. It was unmistakably him—the man dressed in black, enigmatic and captivating. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as a tall, strikingly handsome figure entered the room. He exuded a magnetic charm, his icy blue eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “How dare you enter my room uninvited!” he demanded in an angry tone, and I instinctively lowered my head in shame, feeling the weight of his gaze upon me. “I sincerely apologize, Alpha Xavier,” I explained, my voice barely above a whisper. “The Queen ordered me to come here.” I could feel his piercing eyes scanning over me, making me acutely aware of the vulnerability I felt in his presence. His expression softened slightly as he stepped closer, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, I must admit, you don’t look half bad,” he remarked, his eyes sparkling with a mix of interest and amusement as he subtly licked his lips. Then, to my shock, he reached out and gently lifted my chin with his fingers, compelling me to meet his gaze. In that moment, something shifted between us. He leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a slow and deliberate kiss, taking his time to explore every corner of my mouth, igniting a whirlwind of unexpected emotions inside me. I tried not to moan but I did. “Oh Xavier,” He smirked, seeing the effect he had on me but realizing what I just did, I slowly pushed him. “Please stop,” I said calmly but instead he dragged me closer to him, our faces very close to each other. “Do you know what happens when all 9th wives disobeys me?” …….. “I make them beg and scream my name all night long.”