HIS MATE, His Seductress

The Famous Elsa

ELSA’S POV:

I jolted awake, my head pounding and my mind clouded as I struggled to figure out where I was.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around me. As I became fully awake, the darkness began to lift.

A low grunt escaped my lips as I hissed in pain.

My hands and legs were tied, and a strip of black tape sealed my mouth shut. I was sitting on the cold floor resting against a wall, and the room was empty and deserted, reeking of rotten food.

Anger surged through me, overwhelming my confusion.

"Who on earth would want to kidnap me?" I thought, panic rising as I tried to wriggle free from my restraints.

Suddenly, the door to the empty room flew open, and two men in black walked in, sizing me up with cold, emotionless stares. They stopped right in front of me, and then another man followed closely behind.

He wore a tailored black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and muscular build. A crisp white shirt and black tie completed his effortlessly confident look. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul, making me swallow hard in fear.

I could tell at a glance that he was an Alpha, not just any Alpha, but an Alpha Mafia.

Despite his calm demeanor, I sensed a kind of Ruthlessness beneath the surface.

"Hello there," the Mafia Alpha said, leaning slightly toward me. He reached out to touch my hair, but I instinctively pulled away, unsure if it was fear or disgust that drove me.

"You must be the famous Elsa," he continued, a dark smirk appearing on his lips.

I clenched my fists, feeling my fear of him begin to fade.

"Who the hell are you, and why am I here?" I shouted, my anger boiling over. He just rolled his eyes, dismissing me. "I want your sweetheart out of hiding," he replied coolly.

My stomach dropped as he turned to his men, panic rising inside me. "Beat her to a pulp and send the video to Lo Squalo," he ordered. My heart raced at his chilling command.

"Hey!" I yelled after him, desperation creeping into my voice. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?” My voice trembled with every question swirling in my mind.

As he paused at the door, he turned to me, and for a moment, I thought I saw something like pity in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I have doctors on standby to treat your wounds. All you have to do is let yourself get beaten up,” he said with an indifference that chilled me to the bone.

When he left, the silence that followed was deafening.

At that moment, I realized that whatever reason I was being held here was serious and connected to a man named Lo Squalo. I had never heard that name before, but it had my body quivering and shivering in fear.

"Who the hell is he, and what does that bastard mean by wanting my sweetheart out of hiding?" I thought, my mind racing. It couldn't be Ezekiel. I was sure of that.

"Then what about that shadowy guy?" My thoughts clicked into place. The darkness that surrounded the man who just left matched the mysterious figure who had been saving me and then vanishing. It hit me like a punch: I might be caught in the middle of some Mafia game, something I never asked for and didn’t want at all. Panic clawed at my chest as I realized how deep I was in this mess.

I winced as a rough hand gripped my jaw, forcing my face upwards. I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't realize someone had come into the room.

A mercilessly gaze met my eyes, sending a wave of cold down my spine. I shivered violently, trying so hard to free my hair from his grip.

"Hello!" The hulk-looking dude said sneakily before landing a deafening slap on my two cheeks. Tiny stars graced my vision as my cheeks stung in pain.

A phone camera was thrust into my sight, blinding me momentarily as another set of slaps graced my cheeks, followed by heavy punching, which went on for a very long time.

Being an omega sucked at that moment because I was as weak as a vegetable. I couldn't even protect myself from the heavy punches

Suddenly, the Alpha's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere. "Enough."

Breathing heavily, I shifted to the side and collapsed onto the cold floor.

"Did you get everything on camera?" he asked, his tone commanding. His men answered in unison, "Yes, Boss."

"Make sure Dr. Martens treats her properly," he ordered, a chilling calmness in his voice. "We might need to beat her again if Lo Squalo doesn’t come out of hiding." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me feeling utterly defeated.

“Ma’am.” A voice echoed in my memory, accompanied by a gentle tap.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the soft glow of a crystal chandelier illuminated the room. I found myself lying on a luxurious king-size bed, wrapped in crisp white sheets and surrounded by extravagant furnishings.

Confusion washed over me. Why was I here? Who kidnaps someone, beats them, and then treats them like royalty? Only a psychopath would do that.

“You need to eat something.” The same voice that rose me spoke again. I turned to my left, and there stood a maid, patiently waiting. My gaze flicked over her before settling on a portrait on the wall, a girl who looked almost my age.

“Why am I here?” I managed to ask as I sat up.

“I don’t know, Ma’am,” the maid replied, pulling a small table closer. “You need to eat,” she insisted once more. I glared at her, frustration bubbling inside me as I struggled to my feet.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, a sharp pain shot through me.

“Where are you going?” she asked, concerned in her voice.

“I’m leaving, of course,” I thought bitterly, rolling my eyes at the absurdity of it all. “Home,” I muttered, as if that would somehow make it easy to slip past the heavy security surrounding me.

“You won’t be able to leave unless the boss says so. I suggest you sit down and eat something. If you have an escape plan, you’ll need your strength to execute it,” she advised.

I sighed, feeling a wave of defeat wash over me. Reluctantly, I sat back down. I knew I would need every ounce of energy to find a way out of this nightmare.