So confused

Becky 's P.O.V

I sat in the back seat with the Lycan King, clinging to the car door as if I could somehow enter it. If there was ever a time I wished I could disappear, it was now. The car was more comfortable, but I preferred the dark van with my other sniffling and whispering captives to this oppressive silence with the brute a few meagre feet from me.

Tension was palpable, maybe because of my barely contained terror but he didn’t seem to care or even notice. He just scrolled idly through his iPad, exceedingly casual for someone who’d just murdered a bunch of people and kidnapped others.

My heart beat so fiercely I was sure he could hear it. I needed to get as far away from him as possible. I mean he paid me no mind and yet I could feel the power rolling off him in malignant waves. An air of danger that spoke of terrible consequences if one were to cross him.

If it were any other situation, I would have thought him incredibly hot. His side profile looked as good as the front. From the angle of his chiselled jaw, to the thick, well trimmed hair to the straight, aquiline nose. And then the way his suit hugged that sculptured physique. Okay, clearly despite my dire situation, I still thought him hot.

I chastaised my brain and my wolf for distracting us from our mission. Which right now, was to get the hell out of here. Could I roll out the car? I swallowed. Would I even survive it? Sure werewolves had enhanced healing, but I wasn’t a very strong wolf.

I didn’t want to risk my chances of surviving being climbed by the armored car behind us. There was one more pin in my hair. Could I use it to take him out? He was in charge here. Surely if he didn’t have any use for us, his men wouldn’t be motivated to chase after us.

“Even now I can think of many different ways to snuff the life out of you with that little hairpin of yours. I promise you can’t use it better than I would. Don’t be stupid.” He said without looking up.

I fought a shiver and looked away immediately discarding all thoughts of escape. I just hope whatever waited me was something I could bear.

Hours later, I was woken by a vigorous shake on my shoulders. “Hey girl! Wake up! I don’t have all night!” I snapped awake and flinched from the rough hands.

Ignoring my obvious alarm, the driver grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the car. I stumbled clumsily but managed to find my feet and avoid falling to the asphalt. The other cars were unloading their passengers as unceremoniously as I had been ejected from the ride.

The Lycan King stood a few meters apart from us, listening intently to something one of his guards were saying. He glanced my way and I looked away immediately, deciding to study my environment instead.

We were in front of a huge mansion, bigger than any house I’d ever seen before. It’s grounds were expansive, flowers and well trimmed bushes littering the lawn and corners of the house.

The building itself looked made of stone, as solid and gray as the man who owned it. It seemed at least four stories with tall glass windows littered around its walls. I knew I was gaping but I couldn’t quite get over how big it was. I had time to wonder about how the inside looked when the driver pushed me forward.

“Move it.” He growled. I immediately moved forward. The guy I’d stabbed with my pin glared at me and gestured for me to join the others.

He started to lead us around the house when that cold, cultured voice came and froze us where we stood. “Keep the girl for me.”

Somehow, I had a terrible feeling he was talking about me. I fisted my dress and struggled to keep from whimpering.

“Yes Alpha.” The guard behind me rumbled and pushed me forward again.

I was separated from the rest of the other females inside the manor confirming my fears. They were led downstairs by three guards while one of them escorted me upstairs down a long hall, to the front of a door where a young girl stood waiting. She was dressed in a maid’s outfit and bowed when we approached.

“You have your orders?” My guard barked. She nodded rapidly. “Good.” He grunted and pushed me into her, folding his hands across his barrell of a chest and glaring menacingly until the maid and I were inside the room and the door was bolted shut.

“Good evening miss. There’s a bathoorm through the door behind you. Please relieve yourself and take a shower. I’ll get out your dress.”

I was so tired that I didn’t think to question or ague. My knees were about to give out from under me. Plus, I had to ease myself again and a shower and a change of my mud stained dress sounded heavenly.

I mourned the loss of my only good dress and quickly reminded myself that I was a prisoner. I had far more bigger problems than a ruined old dress.

I gaped when I saw the bathroom, the room was big, but I’d expected it in a house like this. I hadn’t expected the bathroom to be the size of another room.

A shower that looked like it would pulverize me with its streams stood off to one corner while a nice sized jacuzzi was in the other. And don’t even get me started on the bathroom sink and the rows of neatly sized cupboards underneath it.

Shaking off my awe at the flagrant display of wealth, I did as ask, using the toilet and getting under those powerful jets. I lingered over the shower, so much so that the maid had to knock the door the prompt me to come out.

Turning it off with a sigh, I wrapped the large fluffy white towel around me, tying a smaller one around my wet hair and padded barefoot back into the room.

There was another maid there. The two of them descended on me immediately, yanking my towel away.

“Sorry miss, but the Alpha won’t like it if we’re late.” She said in apology and I tried not to flinch. Unlike the guards, her hands weren’t particularly rough or cruel. Merely hurried.

She had me rub creams, dab perfumes, blow dry then curl my hair and pin it up in a most elegant fashion. I blushed when I saw the lingerie but put it all without question as well. When I saw the dress, I freaked out.

“There has to be a misunderstanding!” I was a prisoner here. Surely there was no need for all of this primping.

The maids only shrugged “Alpha Alexander’s orders.”

Alpha Alexander. The Lycan King. Fuck.

I was led to a dining room by one of the maids who disappeared immediately after leaving me alone to face the Alpha himself. His back was to me and he hadn’t looked up from whatever he was holding even when we came in.

I spotted a knife on the set table and slid as silently as I could towards it. Heart beating fast, I swiped it and held it behind me, waiting where I was for him to acknowledge me. I’d heard so much about this man. Terrifying things, horrible things.

To think that I was here, about to partake in what would surely be a nightmare, was almost more than I could bear. I resolved though, that even if I was overpowered, I wouldn’t go down without a fight.

He walked towards me slowly and deliberately his eyes firmly on mine. I couldn’t look away and could barely move held hostage by his sheer will and magnetism.

The hand holding the knife shook and nearly slipped. I tried to grab it more firmly without giving myself away and succeeded in holding it around the blade instead.

Pain lanced up my fingers followed by a wetness. I could smell my blood and now, I thought risking a look at his darkened gray eyes, so could he. He reached for me, taking my knifed hand in his and forcing me to drop my weapon.

Eyes on mine, he raised my bleeding hand to his lips and licked my blood off. The contact warmed my cheeks and made my entire hand tingle. I swallowed but this time, it wasn’t out of fear.

“Didn’t I tell you.” He murmured, a sound that went straight to the pit of my stomach and tugged at my hand, pulling me gently but firmly closer to him “─not to do anything stupid? This is very much stu─”

The doors to the dining room flung open and a petite woman in a forest green dress stormed in. The blazing fury in her eyes made me flinch, somehow pressing me closer into the Alpha’s arms.