Olive's eyes widened in shock. Wayne Knight… her mate? Was that even possible? She laughed at her stupidity. Yes, she was stupid enough to think that. She knew that it was just her mind playing with her and giving her what she desired. She desired a mate, and her mind was toying with her. Wayne was Cynthia's mate. That explained why she was with them in the first place, because she couldn't work against the cult unless she was mated.
Olive shoved the thought of Wayne being her mate back inside. She growled at her wolf to sit still and stop miscalculating things.
Though this was the very first time her wolf had acted this way with someone, she still didn't want to believe her. The Big Bad Alpha couldn't be her mate. And even though he was, she was sure to be rejected by him. That angry look he was giving her few seconds ago explained that he was not going to show her any mercy. She closed her eyes on the floor there and slept off.
***
Alpha Wayne Knight was beyond angry when he saw Olive. So, she was sent to kill him?
He walked into the kitchen where he found the rest of his men, alongside Cynthia who was the only woman.
He ignored all their looks and opened the fridge, almost yanking the door off. He pulled out a bottle of shifter-made tequila and a shot glass. He filled the glass to the very brim and chugged it down.
All eyes were still on him, seeing how angry he was, no one spoke. They thought he was having a hard time with the fact that The Vrek Cult was truly after him like Cynthia said.
“Did you kill the girl already? You look so agitated,” Cynthia's smug voice rang across to him. He looked at her, scoffed then chugged down another shot of tequila.
“She's alive,” he simply answered… coldly.
Cynthia smiled. By his answer, she knew he was going to give her a slow death. He was going to torture Olive because he seemed agitated and angry. She tried to walk up to him and massage him to calm him down. But he asked a question with a very deadly voice.
“Who. Tortured. Her?”
Cynthia stopped walking and blinked repeatedly.
“I did,” she answered. His face reddened as he looked at her.
“You did that to her?” he asked in a calmer voice than the first question.
“Yes, I did. Did I do a good job?” she smiled at him, thinking he was impressed with her.
He raked his fingers through his messy hair and clenched his jaw.
“You did too good of a job. She looks like a battered piece of bread!” he gritted his teeth angrily. Cynthia flinched at his tone.
“If she did a good job then why are you yelling at her, Alpha?” Jake, his Beta asked. Cynthia made a puppy face.
“Because that girl lying on the bare floor, bloodied and in pain is my fucking mate!!” he barked while pointing out the door.
Everyone in the room was shocked beyond comprehension. Their hearts fell to their feet. Their blood turned lighter and reddened their skins. No one moved, no one talked, no one even tried breathing heavily. To say they were shocked was even an understatement.
Cynthia—she was killed. Yes, she felt like she had just died the very moment he said that. The body standing was just a mere pound of flesh. Her mouth was aghast, her eyes as wide as that of an owl and her breathing, seized.
“What?” her subconscious mind spoke out loud for her. Wayne kept emptying glass upon glass until he began to sway and held the counter for support.
“Shit,” Jake's voice was heard.
“How's that…” one of the men, Terry, wanted to ask how that was possible but he trailed off.
The rest of the men recovered from their shock and looked at Cynthia who was still standing like Lot's wife. They knew how obsessed she was with their Alpha, and she was too possessive of him. She didn't waste a minute to flaunt him before any girl they came across. And they knew she was flaunting him to Olive too. But that same Olive turned out to be Wayne's mate. Irony of life!
“What are you going to do now?” Jake asked a very tipsy Wayne Knight. He ran his fingers into his hair and clutched them hard.
“I don't know. I fucking don't know,” he muttered and was about to take another shot but Jake grabbed it and poured it in the sink. He put the bottle in the fridge and closed it.
“Is she still there? In that room?”
“Yes. I couldn't stand the sight of her,” Wayne answered and closed his eyes, as if she was still before him. The blood flowing down her face hurt him badly. How dare Cynthia?
“Terry, go take her to a room with a bed. Clean her up and find something for her to eat,” Jake ordered. Terry was about to leave when Wayne stood straight.
“No. I'll go clean her up. You go get her some food,” he said and walked out of the room, swaying a little. Terry looked at Jake with questions written all over his face.
“What are you waiting for?” Jake asked him. He looked at the door then back at Jake.
“Are you sure that is really his mate? What if this is just—”
“Terry, how many years have you been with Wayne?” Jake cut him short.
“Roughly five years,” Terry answered.
“And you've seen him sparing his victim, getting drunk for his victim, going to clean up his victim and getting so angry that she was hurt?”
Terry gulped down. Truly, what just happened was very foreign. The Big Bad Alpha wasn't one to have emotions other than hate, anger and pleasure. He didn't have sympathy, empathy, love or kindness towards any other person apart from people on his side. So, for him to spare someone sent to kill him, that was definitely something new.
“Now, go get that girl some food,” Jake added and Terry walked out of the kitchen. There was no food in the house because they had come there to set a trap for Olive. The tequila bottle was the only thing in the fridge and it belonged to Wayne. It was still the early hours of the morning so it wasn't hard to find food outside.
Wayne Knight staggered until he reached the empty room where Olive was kept. He opened the door and steadied himself. He saw her lying on the floor in a ball and surrounded with blood. So, this was his mate. The one created for him… alone.
What if he had let his men kill her immediately last night when she was caught. That was how he would have lost his mate forever. He walked up to her and bent down. Her hair was all over her face. He pushed them all away and stared at her.
She was really a mess. He saw torn skin on her neck and face, and knew it must have been the whip that bounced against those places. He shuddered at the thought of how the rest of her body would actually look like. Gently, like a new baby, he carried her in his arms. She whimpered and winced in pain but didn't wake up from her sleep. He took her to a room, the room he slept last night.
After placing her on the bed, he began to tear off her clothes until it was just her undies. He closed his eyes at the sight of her skin. He had no idea that a person's wounds could affect him this much. He didn't want to look at her like that, but he didn't want any of his men to see her that way either. It would be embarrassing for her to be seen in this state… even though she was tortured in their presence.
Wayne got towels and a bowl of warm water from the bathroom, then began to wipe off her blood. She wasn't healing, making him a tiny bit worried. Some of her injuries kept seeping out new blood. He however, managed to clean her up fully.
He didn't want to see her naked, so her undies and bra were still on. He treated her wounds and rubbed healing balm made in his pack on them. Then he covered her with a blanket and gently removed her panties and unhooked her bra, all the while careful not to touch her skin. He was sure she had injuries there too, but he just didn't want to see her naked.
On a normal day, he wouldn't care if she was the curviest woman in the world. He would have seen her naked and not glanced twice. But today wasn't normal for Wayne Knight. He had found his mate, the woman he ordered to be tortured—the one he wanted to murder badly.
Olive was sleeping soundly and didn't even stir. Her face was still reddened because her blood had not cooled, she needed time to regularize her temperature. He left her there after discarding her torn clothes and undies. He closed the door, walked into the kitchen to wash his hands before heading out. He found his men at the front of the house. His face was in a terrible frown and they all stood straight, knowing he was still in a bad mood.
“Where is Cynthia?” he asked.
“She's in my bathroom,” Jake answered. Wayne's brows furrowed and he looked up as if he could see through the ceiling.
“Jake, go stand by the door of my room. Don't leave there until I return,” he ordered and began to walk down towards his car parked at the driveway.
“Uh, where are you going?” Jake asked.
“To go get some clothes for Olive,” he answered, opened the door of his car and sat in before shutting it.
Jericho, one of his men looked at Wayne and stifled a laugh. Jake shot him a glare and he looked away immediately.
“Okay, Alpha,” Jake responded and walked inside. He had an idea why Wayne had ordered for him to go and stand there. It was for fear of Cynthia doing something bad to her. Everyone knew the relationship between Cynthia and Olive was anything but love.
Alpha Knight drove out and went to buy new clothes for Olive. He didn't know her size but he could guess the one that would fit her. When he arrived, he met Jake at the door of his room.
He gave him an appreciative look and Jake walked away. He opened the door and walked in only to be greeted by the wide, extremely terrified green eyes of his mate.
Olive screamed as she met eyes with Wayne. She was surprised to see him when she had thought she was dead. Didn't he kill her earlier? Or did she have a bad dream? She shifted in the bed and tried to sit up but felt her arms brushing against the sides of her breasts. It was skin against skin. She looked down through the blanket and her eyes turned into that of an owl again. She was naked! She clutched the blanket against her chest and sat up, moving as far away from the edge of the bed as possible.Her injuries were still fresh, but not bloody flesh. She seemed to be healing.“What—what am I still doing here?” she asked with her face flustered.“Where were you supposed to be?” Wayne asked with no emotions in his voice. He looked angry and murderous as he stared at her. And Olive—she was scared to death. Her heart began to beat loudly.“I thought I was…I thought you would…I—”“Enough of the I's,” Wayne barked and walked fully inside the room. He dumped the bags on the bed and walked
“S-s-sir?” she stuttered and her feet got rooted to the ground, unable to move.“You heard me,” he stated and walked ahead to the bathroom door. Olive's heart thudded loudly. She thought he wanted to rape her too. No way in hell was she going to be in a bathroom with a man having no conscience. She couldn't bear any more torture.“I'll get ready!” she yelled and ran swiftly into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaving a surprised Alpha behind. She slide down the wooden door and sat on the floor with a deep sigh. Her life was turning upside down. Wait—it had always been upside down.She looked up at the shower and got on her feet. She showered because she had no other option. There was no window in the bathroom to escape through.It was after she finished showering that she realized she had now healed. No single injury, though she still felt weak and fragile. Her skin was back to normal...with all the old scars that would never leave her.“How did I heal so fast in a few minutes?”
None of the Alpha's men were in a sensible state to answer so he began to sniff the air to get her scent. It however, was all over the place and it was hard to decern where it was headed, except if he headed out himself and sniffed the corridor. As he turned back, his eyes met with a horror struck Jake who had just arrived at the scene.“She did this?” was what came out of his mouth. He couldn't believe Olive could take down three men. And three men who were personal bodyguards of The Big Bad Alpha.Wayne didn't even spare his Beta a look as he dashed out through the door. He needed to find Olive. She shouldn't escape from him... no one did.As he sniffed the air and followed her scent, he began to hear grunts, winces, and hits. He sped up and found Olive beating the living daylights out of Cynthia at the garden.Cynthia was trying to fight back and succeeded in landing a few blows on Olive, but she sustained more blows. Her face was red, and her lip was bursted. Olive held her hair a
Olive woke up in a soft, comfortable but small bed and wondered how she got there.She sat up and stretched. Her body ached terribly, but other than that, she was fine. And she was alive. But where was she?She looked around the small, cozy room. The floor was pure white and matched the walls and ceiling. The bed was cushioned up with lots of pillows and had the fluffiest blanket ever. No wonder she slept well. She stepped out of the bed and walked to a window which was covered by a light blue cotton. She pulled it away and looked outside.Olive gasped when she saw how far the ground was from where she was. And how exquisite the environment was. Was she at some castle in England?She looked to her right and her heart froze instantly. A flag was fluttering tirelessly in the morning breeze on a pole. A red flag with a golden wolf head baring its fangs. The official flag of Balendin Pack. Olive was in Balendin Pack. That was her worst nightmare.She moved backwards with her heart thumpin
“No, no, no, no,” Olive cried as she struggled with the chains. The darkness closed in on her despite the little light coming from a very high opening in the wall and she screamed.She hated the darkness. Her eyes became dizzy as it all flowed in.‘Get on the floor.’‘Spread your legs.’‘I'll kill you if you don't.’‘Please, mister. Don't hurt me.’Olive screamed as she was penetrated for the first time ever in her life. It was a cold floor, just like this dungeon. She felt the worst pain ever, and it was all coming back to her.All the torture that followed the taking away of her innocence. The whipping, the blows, the public sexual harassment by four of the toughest and strongest men in the cult. All when she was just fourteen years.Olive cried as she remembered all these. She was shaking with fear and the chains dug around her wrists. More pain. Her wolf was agitated. She wanted to get away from that place, and run into the comforting arms of her mate. Where was he?\*\*Wayne Kni
Gia Kalif was a rude and proud lady, who saw herself as the number one significant lady in the castle, aside from Alpha Knight's sisters. She was the daughter of the Major General of Balendin, and held the position as the Chief Female Army Commander.Her father was the third authority in the whole pack, and she was the first authority in the line of women affairs. So, she was quite important and was always patrolling up and down the pack castle bringing information or her own going about her own business.Gia was extremely proud of her position in the pack. Even the Alpha's sisters respected her, despite her being under them considering their Alpha blood. This made her think too high of herself. And it was the same reason she disliked the Alpha of the whole pack, he didn't respect her or even consider her as significant. She thought he was too arrogant and narcissistic. Not realizing she was just like him, only he was a bit more of a jerk.As she entered the elevator and watched the r
Alpha Wayne crossed his arms in amusement. So he was right, she hadn't realized. He watched her stagger backwards and hit the door of the bathroom. Her towel loosened and almost fell but she grabbed it, opened the door, ran in then shut it back.“No, no, no. It's just hallucination. It's hallucination,” Olive whispered but it was quite audible to Wayne. He could hear her breathing nervously.“Come out, mate!” Wayne ordered and began to walk towards the door of the bathroom.“Go away!” her voice answered.“Don't let me open the door on you. Nobody likes it when I'm the one who opens the door.”Olive's brows furrowed while trying to understand what he meant by that. However, she tightened her towel and opened the door gently. She stepped out and blew wet hair from her face with her mouth, then she stared at him with an angry pout. That sight was surprisingly very cute to Wayne. He felt a great tingle in his chest and it made him feel uneasy. He turned and walked to his bar, which was a
“Hi, I'm Jericho,” she heard his voice echoing in her head. His smile was broad, and nice. Olive was forced to smile in return.“Hi, Jeri,” she said blankly and he chuckled at the nickname.“Remember me?”“You... you were part of those me who mocked me,” she responded. He bit his lower lip, looked down and began to scratch the back of his head.“I... well—” he looked up at her.“I apologize for that. But, you already had your revenge. You beat me, broke my nose, slashed my face and knocked me out. Bravo,” be said with a genuine smile.“Why do you... seem proud of me when you should be angry that I did that?”“You proved us wrong. You're not 'fragile, weak and unworthy of him'.”Olive stared hard, trying to descern what he was up to. But, she couldn't find anything amiss. He seemed... real.“Thanks, I guess,”