His Mate, His Heirs : The Alpha King’s Claim

Episode Seven

Chapter Seven

"First Person's Perspective*

~Marie~

I stirred. At first, everything felt hazy, as though I were trapped in a dream. My head throbbed with a dull, unrelenting ache, and my limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains. For a moment, I believed I was waking up in my own bed, safe in the comfort of my home. The air was still, and the room seemed eerily quiet, lulling me into a false sense of calm.

But then it hit me.

Memories came crashing in like a tidal wave. The dinner. The cab ride. The missed turn. And the crash-the deafening sound of metal colliding, my body jerking forward, and the sudden, overwhelming darkness that followed.

Panic gripped me as my eyes flew open, expecting to find the sterile white walls of a hospital room or at least some sign of familiarity. Instead, I found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, dimly lit by a single lightbulb that cast long shadows across the room.

I blinked several times, trying to focus. The room was small and neatly arranged, with dull beige walls and minimal furnishings: a bed, a nightstand, and a wardrobe. It didn't look like a hospital. It didn't look like anywhere I'd ever been.

I turned my head at every direction of the room, taking in all of my surroundings

I felt a little bit of discomfort in my abdomen. I needed to take a pee. I turned right and luckily, there was a door I assumed let to a bathroom. Then I made to climb of the bed but the cold touch of metal against my skin snapped me fully awake. My heart sank as I looked down to see my legs cuffed to the bed.

"What the hell..." I whispered, my voice barely audible as fear coursed through me.

I tugged at the cuffs, but they didn't budge. My breathing quickened as my mind raced to make sense of the situation. Why was I here? Why was I restrained? My pulse thundered in my ears as I noticed something else-a white robe draped over my body. I didn't remember putting it on. Heck! I don't even know how I got here

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Hello?" I called out, my voice shaky. "Is anyone there?"

Silence.

I tried again, louder this time. "Hello? Can someone hear me?"

Still nothing.

A wave of frustration mixed with terror washed over me. My hands trembled as I tugged at the cuffs again, hoping they would miraculously loosen. But they didn't.

For what felt like hours, I sat there, my heart pounding as my mind spiraled into worst-case scenarios. My head was wrapped in a bandage, and there was a small adhesive strip on my leg, likely from the accident. Someone must have found me and helped me... but why would they cuff me to a bed? It made no sense and I knew something had to be wrong somewhere.

The sound of the door creaking open jolted me out of my thoughts. My head snapped toward the noise, and I tensed as a man stepped into the room.

He was tall, with a menacing presence that sent chills down my spine. His face was calm, but the smile he gave me was anything but reassuring. It was slow and deliberate, like he enjoyed the fear in my eyes.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely steady as I asked, "Who are you?"

He kept advancing towards me

"Where am I? And why am I cuffed to this bed?"

The man didn't answer. He moved closer, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent room. Without a word, he reached down and uncuffed my legs.

"Get up," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should comply. But the sharp look in his eyes made it clear that resistance wasn't an option. Slowly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my body shaky and weak.

Before I could process what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and cuffed them behind my back.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I don't understand-"

"I hate squeals," he interrupted coldly, his words laced with warning. "Behave yourself, or I'll shoot you."

The threat sent a fresh wave of panic through me. My chest tightened as I struggled to control my breathing. "Shoot?" I whispered in fear. My voice shaky, I was about to cry

He sighed, an exaggerated gesture that made me feel like my fear annoyed him. "Yes, we kidnapped you," he said bluntly, his tone casual, as if he were stating the weather.

My jaw dropped, and I opened my mouth to ask more questions, but he cut me off.

"And don't ask any more questions," he snapped. "Just do as you're told if you want to leave this place alive."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to let him see how terrified I was.

"Move," he barked, shoving me roughly toward the door.

I stumbled but managed to keep my footing as he led me out of the room and down a narrow hallway. The air grew colder with each step, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach.

We descended a set of creaky wooden stairs into what could only be described as a basement. The air was damp and heavy, carrying a metallic scent that made my stomach churn. Blood stained the four walls of the basement

The dim lighting revealed a horrifying scene. Various tools and devices were scattered across the room, many of them stained with dark patches that I didn't want to think too much about, I didn't want to imagine the horrors those things must have caused to other humans. My eyes widened as I took it all in, my chest heaving with shallow breaths. Tears welled up in my eyes and I was doing nothing to hide it in. I was deeply confused as to how I had gotten into this situation in the first place

The man led me to the center of the room, where an old wooden chair sat. It was worn and scratched, with dark streaks that could only be blood.

"Sit," he commanded.

I hesitated, my legs trembling, but the sharp glare he gave me left no room for argument. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the chair, my body stiff with fear.

The room was silent, save for the faint sound of dripping water in the distance. I couldn't stop my mind from racing, each thought more horrifying than the last.

And then, the door creaked open again.

I turned toward the sound, my heart pounding as footsteps echoed through the room.

When I saw who it was, my heart stopped.

"Brandon?"