CHAPTER 4
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A sharp pain woke me up driving me to consciousness. A sharp, throbbing ache at the frontal part of my skull, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I groaned and forced my eyes open only to snap them wide in horror.
This was not my room! Where I was wasn’t even anywhere I recognized. The outside was dark like it's already dawn but the room was totally different.
The ceiling above me was modern, smooth and polished, with black beams crossing it. The air smelled faintly of pine and something smoky like a fireplace that had recently died out. I lay on a huge bed, wrapped in blankets much warmer than anything I owned.
Panic hit me so fast I choked on my own breath.
The beasts. The golden-eyed man. The thing in my apartment must have captured me.
I sat upright, gasping, and froze again. I was in different clothes.
A long dark shirt way bigger than my size and soft shorts that didn’t belong to me. I scrambled backward against the headboard, clutching the fabric in shaking fists.
“What did he do? Why am I here?” I whispered, voice breaking.
I swung my legs off the bed and stood on shaky knees, forcing myself to move. A lamp sat on a table beside the bed, heavy, solid. I grabbed it with both hands, holding it like a weapon even though my arms trembled violently.
I didn’t know where I was, but I knew one thing: I had to get out. Now!
I reached the door and pulled it open and there he was. I came head on with him. The man. The biker. The beast.
He filled the doorway with his height and broad shoulders. He looked different dressed in a nice shirt and joggers, hair kept and calm but those golden eyes, they were the same ones I saw in my nightmares though a little faint now and not glowing.
My grip tightened on the lamp.
“Don’t come closer!” I shouted, raising it above my head. “I swear, I’ll break your skull open!”
His brows drew together. “Alice...”
“How did I get here? Why am I in different clothes? What did you do to me?!” My voice cracked with panic and fury. “What the hell do you want from me?!”
He stepped closer and without hesitation I hurled the lamp at him.
He dodged. Barely.
It shattered against the wall, sparks flickering for a moment. He hissed under his breath but didn’t raise his voice. “Alice, stop. You’re safe...”
“Safe?” I grabbed the nearest thing a book and threw it. “You kidnapped me, you psycho!”
He caught the book mid-air, eyes narrowing. “If you would stop screaming and just let me explain...”
“Help!” I shrieked toward the closed window. “Somebody help me!”
“Enough!” his voice deepened not loud, not angry but with a pressure that rolled through the room like thunder. He walked into the room closing the door behind him.
I was too terrified to stop. I threw a pillow. A cup. Anything within my reach.
He finally lost patience. In one blur of movement, he crossed the room, grabbed my wrists, and pinned me against the wall. My breath caught in my throat. His body caged mine completely, his chest brushing mine, his breath warm against my cheek.
I froze. He froze too.
And suddenly a strange heat rushed through me. A pull, deep, magnetic and overwhelming like my entire body recognized him even though my brain screamed that he was a monster.
His eyes flashed gold now glowing. I believe he felt whatever that was rushing through me too.
For a second, the world shrank into that electric tension. His breath hitched. My pulse hammered. We leaned in too close, far too close until our lips were a whisper apart.
Then he tore himself away from me like the contact burned.
“No,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Not like this.”
I collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, throat raw. I wanted to scream or cry or run but all I managed was a choked whisper.
“Explain. Please.”
He sank into the chair near the bed, watching me with a strange mixture of frustration and something I wasn't sure but looks like guilt?
“You’re not going to believe what I’m about to say,” he said quietly.
“Try me.”
So he told me everything. His name was Blaine and Supernatural creatures existed. Wolves, witches, others he didn’t name. They lived among humans, hidden, blending in. Blaine was one of them, a werewolf. Not the cursed kind from old novels, but a born wolf with shifting abilities tied to his bloodline.
He was an alpha, the youngest ever. His father was killed by wolf hunters. His childhood ripped apart by violence and his life shaped by survival and leadership.
I stared, numb.
“This is insane,” I whispered.
“It’s the truth.” he said.
He watched me carefully, like every twitch of my eyelid mattered. I tried to breathe, to understand what I had heard.
“And… me? You said something about me being your…” My mouth refused to finish the word.
His jaw clenched. “Mate.”
I wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or faint. Maybe all three.
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means,” he said, voice low and firm, “that you are bound to me. My wolf recognizes you. Everything in me is drawn to you.”
“I never asked for that!”
“I know, neither did I. I didn't expect my wolf to be a human.”
I pushed my hands into my hair, shaking. “This can’t be happening. I’m a nurse. I have a normal life. I don’t belong in some werewolf fantasy world!”
“Sadly, reality disagrees.”
A cold shiver crawled up my spine. “The fight in my house. The other... wolf?”
“An enemy,” he said darkly. “One who wants to use you to get to me. Your life is in danger now simply because you saw me. Because you know me.”
The room spun.
“So I’m what? A target?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
My heart crashed against my ribs, panic rising again.
Before I could speak, the door burst open. A man just as big as Blaine stood there breathless. “Alpha. They found us. The hunters. They are too close.”
Blaine shot to his feet with a snarl. “How many?”
“Enough to make this place our grave if we stay.”
Blaine grabbed a bag from the corner and tossed to the man, I think it contains a weapon. The atmosphere shifted instantly from tension to urgency. Then Blaine turned to me.
“We have to go. Now.”
“No.” I backed away. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you. This is your mess, not mine! Let them take me, I will tell them everything and they will take me home.”
Blaine went still.
“Absolutely not,” he said, voice dangerously soft.
I ran toward the door but he blocked me.
I shoved him. Hit him. Tried to push past him. “LET ME GO!”
He grabbed my shoulders, golden eyes burning.
“Alice,” he growled, “listen to me, those people are not the regular humans that you think. And as from now they won't see you as human anymore, you have a connection to me so if anything they will only use you as a bait to get me. You have to trust me... ”
“NO!” I screamed kicking hard.
Something in him snapped.
His voice dropped into a deeper register powerful, commanding, inhuman.
“Alice. Stop.”
My body froze. Not because I wanted to nor because I feared him but because the sound vibrated through my bones like a physical force.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even resist. It felt like I held me in place like invisible chains.
“Come here,” he ordered.
My legs obeyed before my mind caught up. I stumbled forward into his arms, trembling in confusion.
“What... what did you do to me?” I whispered.
"I'm sorry but we don't have time,” Blaine said, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. “I will explain later. Right now, you have to survive.”
Gunshots cracked in the distance.
His friend yelled from the hallway. “They’re breaching the outer perimeter!”
Blaine tightened his grip around me, his voice low and furious.
“Hold on to me.”
Then the door shattered behind us, bullets sliced through the walls. And we ran into the night.
- Writer
