Alpha's Mark On Me

Slave

The elevator door opened, and a man clad in black emerged with purposeful strides. A lit cigar dangled from the fingers of his left hand, emitting a faint plume of smoke.

Before him lay a spacious chamber, concealed by an opaque glass wall that concealed its contents. Yet, he possessed an unwavering knowledge that she was concealed within.

Employing his fingerprint, he unlocked the door and slid the glass panel aside, entering the frigid room where Emma sat on the floor, shrouded in darkness, her back resting against the glass wall. Her jaw dropped in astonishment as the glossy black boots approached her.

Her abrupt ascent left her momentarily dizzy, but he offered no assistance, merely fixing his gaze upon her. With a determined effort, she steadied herself.

Gazing at her, he recognized the agonizing complexity of the decision he was about to make. A face he once ardently adored had become a source of intense loathing.

"Why am I here? I need to leave," she muttered, her voice parched. Her complexion reddened, and she teetered, appearing on the verge of collapse.

"You want to go?" he inquired, advancing toward her. When she found herself pinned against the glass wall, he halted at arm's length, one hand cupping her cheek while the other clutched his cigar.

"You will remain as long as I desire, and I have not yet determined the duration," he declared.

The acrid smoke made her cough violently, her hands clutched to her face, gasping for breath as her ebony hair cascaded over her features.

He observed her closely, a newfound intensity in his gaze. She steeled herself, recognizing the need for unwavering resolve.

"What do you anticipate? That I shall cower if you abduct me like this? I will not retreat. Do not mistake my weakness. I was not feeble five years ago, nor am I now," she declared, her defiant gaze locking with his. Her sudden boldness momentarily startled him, her previous fear now transformed into resolute determination.

"Do not challenge me. Do not assume that I am the same Lycan of five years past, foolishly enamored with you. Soon, you shall witness my ruthlessness. Then you will comprehend the true meaning of revenge," he cautioned.

She averted her eyes nervously, unable to meet his cold countenance. He wore a bitter smile as she diverted her gaze and seized her face in his grip.

"Deception appears to be your sole talent, does it not? You perpetrated this five years ago," he accused, his warm breath mingling with hers. Her lips quivered, but she dared not speak. She had not tasted water for two days, her strength dwindling.

"I can kill you, and no one will stop me," he asserted, a sinister gleam in his eyes, as if he were on the brink of doing just that.

"Then do it. I refuse to be a pawn in your hands. Kill me, Alpha," she challenged, her weakness now apparent. She never imagined life would thrust her into such a dire situation, and she felt powerless. A cold smile crossed his lips.

"Beg me. Beg for your freedom, but it won't come easily. You must pay for the torment you've inflicted upon me, for playing with my emotions, for mocking me. I will never forgive you, Emma. I will kill you, but your death shall not be swift. You shall suffer as I have suffered. You shall plead, but mercy shall elude you," he declared, his cruel words sending shivers down her spine. He withdrew his hand from the glass wall and traced his finger across her lips, closing the already narrow gap between them.

Emma remained paralyzed, barely registering her touch. Her unblinking gaze remained fixed on him as she clenched her fists, struggling to steady her breath.

"You cannot hold me here. This is..." she began, but he interrupted her.

"Actually, I can, my dear. Your so-called lover sold you to me. You are now my property. I trust you know the meaning of the word 'property,' don't you?" he taunted, accentuating the word with a mocking smile.

This revelation was the last thing she expected. She never fathomed that he would lay claim to her as his property. Overwhelmed, she collapsed to her knees, her hair cascading over her face as she stared at his black boots.

A woman named Taresa entered the room at his call, her head bowed in deference.

"Train this girl. She will serve me from now on. Train her in every aspect," he commanded, his tone laced with cruelty, before exiting the room, leaving Emma in a state of paralyzing fear, the pain of betrayal consuming her, and the horror of her situation rendering her breathless and motionless. She was an independent soul, unprepared for the chains of servitude that now bound her.