Her possessive alpha

The abduction

"Who could it be?" She wondered. She hadn't heard the open nor close, and when she glanced at the open window behind her through the mirror, she realized that whoever was here had a motive that was supposed to stay hidden from the public.

"Who are you? Show yourself," she commanded.

Her voice was shaky and she began to sweat through her palms, every bit of the terrified feeling she had clearly written on her face. She reached for her wooden hairbrush on the table, not a very fine weapon but that was all she had to work with for now. She would not let whoever had come here have their way with her.

She was still facing the mirror, probably scared that any subtle movement from her would bring the intruder to spring on her faster. Just then, she saw it through the mirror, two masked male forms crawling out from under her bed, each from either side. She couldn't make out a face as both men were dressed in black and covered in masks, and even though disguised, she could make out that body anywhere. How could she forget that body? That body that took her for the first time on the cold forest ground, that mouth that whispered things into her ear that drove her crazy, that scent that cleared all form of reasoning in her. But what was he doing here? Why was he wearing a disguise? And who was the other person? The questions flooded her mind.

As she was still seated, he approached her from behind, she looked at him through the mirror, and tightened her grip on her hairbrush. 'What are you doing?' Layla asked her. As if to say, how does a woman expect overpower two men with just a hairbrush as a weapon? She didn't know the answer to that question, but she sure was going to try.

She attacked immediately, turning around in an attempt to use the hairbrush to hit the man standing behind her. He caught her hand holding the brush just in time, and he did it effortlessly, like he was catching a fly. She looked into his blue eyes, and even from the mask he put on, she felt the wave of the burning desire she had for him a few nights ago wash over her like a wave on the sea shore. How could she be feeling like this at a time like this? She hated herself for it but couldn't help it. Her senses came back and she tried to shake free from his grasp, but it was futile. She began to kick, but the other man ran behind her and held her in place, over powering her. As she was about to scream, he covered her mouth in his hand, quickly bringing out a wet handkerchief from his pocket and trapping her nose in it, replacing his hand. It was unexpected and she inhaled the fragrance before she was even aware of what was happening. She began to blink and then it looked like she was seeing double images, the handkerchief still covered her nose and mouth, trapped in another man's grip and the world spinning around her. She heard his voice one last time in her head before she lost consciousness. "Sleep well, precious."

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Ava woke up in a room, a bright beautiful room that was exquisitely furnished with a king size bed with large pillows, tables and couches. She got up from the bed and looked around the room, it was a room fit for a princess, with a walk-in closet filled with clothes and shoes her size, and as much jewelry and accessories she could think of. This was way better looking than any room she had ever stayed in and she wondered who this room belonged to.

As she tried to recall how she got here, she felt a sudden pang of pain in her head. Today was supposed to be her joining ceremony, she was supposed to have been joined with Ray by now, but why was she here? Memories of those dark blue eyes she saw before she slept and her kidnap came back to her and she couldn't help but let out a scream.

No, no, no, no, this isn't possible, she wasn't supposed to be here? How could she be here? How could he have kidnapped her? What gave him the guts to think he could do that? This was not good. She was not supposed to be here, she didn't want to be here at all.

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Ava's scream rippled through the whole pack house and everyone heard it, including Lucas who just smiled. His precious had woken up, and it was time to go and pay her a visit. As he got up from the table, someone entered the room. It was his former lover, Kiara.

"Is she the one?" Kiara asked. "The girl you brought in, is she the one you left me for?"

Lucas sighed with his head down.

"Yes Kiara, I've been waiting for her for many years, and she's the one my wolf wants to be with."

"But she doesn't want to be with you, if she did then you wouldn't have to kidnap her for her to come here. You can't force her to be with you, you know you should be with someone that wants you instead," she tried making her approach again.

"I'm sorry Kiara, but my decision is final. I already have my claim on her, whether she wants me or not. Soon, I will make her mine and finally find the fulfillment I once had before, but, it's not with you, I'm sorry Kiara, but it's just not meant to be between us," he apologized again.

Kiara said nothing, but she didn't hide the tears that streamed freely down her face, Lucas turned his eyes away and tried not to look at it, he didn't want anything to tempt him to change his mind. Kiara was one of the women who had genuinely fallen for him, genuinely submitted herself to him, he accepted her at first, but when he didn't find the fulfilment he'd been hoping for, he let her go. It was not fair to keep lying to her and deceiving her when he knew she wasn't what he wanted. She deserved better than that.

After a few minutes of silence stretched between them, she finally found the words to say to him.

"I wish you both the very best the mate bond has to offer," and with that, she walked away from him, forever.

Kiara would carry this pain with her for the rest of her life, the pain of losing another man she loved, it hurt so bad, but she knew her Alpha; Lucas was not the kind to deceive people. If he wanted something, he would go all out for it, and if he didn't, he would waste no time in letting it go.

Back in his bedroom, Lucas braced himself to meet the one he held captive, he didn't want things to go this way, he would have preferred it if Ava's actions mirrored her words to him, then he'd know she didn't want him at all and respect her decision to be left alone. But he wouldn't leave her, not when he saw that need for him burning brightly in her eyes even when she rejected him, the same need he had for her too. He wouldn't leave her, not until she agrees to become his.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐