Imprinted by Two Alphas

A DANGEROUS ESCAPE

Early the next morning, as I felt the light touch my face, my eyes slowly opened, and I realized it was a new day. I was staring at the ceiling when I realized that my entire life had been shattered by the reality of staying with this man I had never loved. Turning from the other side of the bed, I noticed that Lucas was not beside me. I sat down carefully and explored the entire bedroom, reflecting about the previous night.

Waking up to the reality that soon I'll be marrying the next Alpha King was the hardest thought that I needed to accept. Half of me still wishes that everything was simply a nightmare and that everything never happened. Last night, I wrestled with the idea that I should accept my fate as Lucas Dyson's wife. Regardless of how strongly I disagree, again, I couldn't do anything against it.

In a whisper, I asked, "Where is that man anyway?" Not that I was expecting him to show up right now—of course not! It's simply that he has a habit of suddenly slipping out of sight.

I left the room after taking a shower and made my way to the dining room. I spotted Lucas and Madam Theresa, which surprised me. Lucas was sitting there eating his breakfast, while Madam Theresa was standing in the corner, watching him finish. As soon as our gazes collided, he quickly avoided my stare and continued eating. Upon noticing my arrival, Madam Theresa promptly signaled for the other maids to set the table before me. Madam Theresa eventually led me to my seat after that.

I never miss a glimpse at him as I make my way toward my seat, regardless of whether he is avoiding me at the moment. His presence always makes me feel resentful and disgusted. I detest him even more for his arrogance and cold demeanor.

We were sitting in front of a huge dining table. We had ample space to eat, but how could I do so when I could see his view right in front of me? The environment is so unpleasant that we could only hear the sounds made by the utensils we use for breakfast. There was no conversation at all.

Suddenly, he rose up and took the cloth off his chest. He fixed his clothes and left the room without speaking to me. As if he had never seen me, as if I had never been in the same room with him. I looked at Madam Theresa in disbelief. The woman simply looked down and followed Lucas out of the room, leaving me in my seat with an unfinished meal. I know he never liked me, and I never expected him to be a husband material to me, since I never wanted him to be in the first place. I only ask that he treat me with respect—not just because I'm his Luna, but also because I'm a person. However, he is currently acting in a way that is completely opposed to what I want.

I sighed and turned my head away from what I saw. After finishing my meal, I walked out of the dining room and caught a glimpse of his car driving by outside the window. I noticed Madam Theresa approaching me. Then I recalled what she had told me the previous evening.

"Did he remind you about orienting me regarding his 'house rules'?" I inquired, emphasizing those terms.

"It would be very difficult for you, but the master was not the person you think he is," she responded simply.

I looked at her, confused. Is she trying her best to persuade me that her master is someone I could get along with? That didn't make sense to me.

"Just don't do anything against his will, and everything will be alright," she continued.

After hearing those remarks, I remembered what my mother told me at the wedding yesterday. Those were the words she gave me before we arrived here. Sometimes I really wanted to protest about being a Luna especially to him. Do I really have to follow all the things he wanted? I honestly couldn't believe it!

I returned to my room, thinking about what I could do to keep myself from being bored. I felt as if I were in prison; my cell was this mansion, and my sentence was to be Lucas Dyson's life partner and wife, and soon enough, it will really happen. People would assume I was one of the luckiest women in the world since the Alpha chose me to be the wife of one of his sons. However, they are unaware of how much my heart is suffering as a result of this arrangement. I really didn't have a chance to even say no to them.

While lying in bed, I decided to turn on my phone after shutting it off and deactivating my social media account a few days before this arrangement. I chose to shut everything out of my life knowing that I would never be able to make my own decisions. I felt like a robot, being told what to do anyway. Then I received numerous messages and greetings from those close to me. However, among all those texts, there was one that rekindled my feelings. It was Jasper, Lucas' younger sibling.

"Congratulations, Bella..."

His single message to my inbox was that.It was also sent to me right before I made the official announcement that I would soon be his brother's wife. However, I never saw him during the party last night. In every way, Jasper was not like his brother. Though I'm a year older than him, he's always been there for me like a friend. I often wonder how Lucas became his brother given that they are so different.

I wanted to ask him about his absence last night so, I summoned all of my courage to start a discussion with him. Surprisingly, my messages have been blocked. I narrowed my eyes as I realized he had just blocked me for whatever reason. Shocked at myself, I laughed. I felt as if I was being betrayed. How could he possibly do this to me?

In the afternoon, I decided to leave the mansion for a bit. Madam Theresa insisted that I stay inside since Lucas had no idea I had plans to go outside. Do they really want to separate me from the rest of the world? The place itself was unbearable to me. It feels like I'm being suffocated.

Despite Madam Theresa's appeal, I disregarded what she said and left the mansion. Nevertheless, I gave Mr. Thompson permission to drive me everywhere I wanted to go. Madam Theresa called him in to escort me like I still needed a babysitter.

Hours passed, and I chose to stay in a coffee shop one city away from the mansion. Mr. Thompson had no choice but to do anything I wanted because his only responsibility was to follow me and be my driver. I spent hours inside the coffee shop, only to carry out my genuine plan. I desperately wanted to get rid of Mr. Thompson and escape out of his sight. Well, I acknowledge that I am stubborn sometimes.

I made Mr. Thompson wait for hours outside the coffee shop and stay with the car in the parking lot. The old man was quite simple to work with. So, I finally got the opportunity to get away from him and go wherever I wanted, although I planned to return to the coffee shop and go home, of course! I just want to find a place where I can forget the terrible things that have happened in my life for an hour.

I enjoyed exploring on my own. Go shopping, something I generally do when I have the time to spare. It was now six p.m., and I was rushing back to the coffee shop where I had left Mr. Thompson. He is without a doubt looking for me.

I was on my way there, carrying the items I had purchased from shopping, when three men in masks suddenly surrounded me. I was shocked and got frightened instantly.

One of them stated, "She's the one, right?"

Upon hearing those words, I narrowed my eyes. I had no idea what he meant by that. I tried to brush them aside since I wanted to leave the area right away. However, they approached me and gripped my wrists, forcing me to release my shopping bags. I tried to scream and call for help, but nobody was passing by to help me. I literally had no idea why they were so harsh on me. I made every effort to resist, but their hold on me was too strong.

Out of nowhere, a car screamed its horn and abruptly intervened with us. With one man still holding my wrist, the others around me immediately took up fighting positions to make sure I couldn't get away. We faced the car, which came to a stop right in front of us. The door opened, and a man stepped out of the car. I narrowed my eyes to see who that was, and to my surprise, it was Lucas.