Captured By 2 Alphas (Werewolf)

My face is red with embarrassment and ignorance. Apparently,

everyone has known about my fate except for me. But that ends

now.

After rushing past the door of the Alpha's house without a

single trace of hesitation, I head for the stairs where I know his

office is. I'm marching my way down the hallway when angry

voices stop me dead in my tracks.

"That idiot is on the loose! How am I suppose to takeover when

he's out there just waiting for someone to pounce on?" I recognize

the whiny yet still smug voice of the celebrated prick, Nathan

Swelter.

Since I need to talk to him anyway, sticking around by the partially

open door wouldn't be that wrong, would it? I've never exactly

been against eavesdropping before, so what's the difference now?

That's my reasoning as I creep closer to the door and press my ear

against the wall, letting the gift of heightened hearing do it's job.

"He's less likely to bother us if there are two leaders. You have a

Luna picked out, correct?" I recognize the voice of Alpha Andre,

speaking in a composed tone.

"I want Adrienne," he responds almost immediately, causing me to

physically restrain the gag squirming to escape my throat. At the

mention of my name, I feel the color drain from my face. "She's the

one and I'm tired of waiting for both her and my title."

A deep hum reaches my ears, what the Alpha always does when

he's considering something. "Then wait no longer. I'll have the

wedding moved up to Thursday. Since there's no mate bond to

bind you, vows will work just as well. Plus, you'll have more time to

get acquainted with her. Maybe even-"

"There's not going to be a wedding," I announce, seething after

barging through the door on impulse. There's no way I can stand

out there and silently listen to my future being decided for me. Not

anymore. I'm sick of being a ghost in my own life.

Two pairs of eyes turn on me. One is Nathan's-- a light blue that

pairs nicely with neatly combed black hair. The other pair are a

darker blue and belong to his father, whose once inky black hair is

now peppered with grey. Evidence of the stress that comes

attached to the title.

"Excuse me?" Alpha Andre stands up from his leather office chair.

He has squared shoulders and a tall stature that would be hard to

beat. One thing is for certain, and it's that he's used to looking

down on people, not vice versa. He shoots me that disappointing

gaze that he's mastered over the years, making even the most

arrogant of wolves ashamed of themselves.

I swallow, fighting to keep my attitude under control. Too many

times I've mouthed off to him and seen the consequences. But

keeping this new leaf turned over is proving to be quite

challenging.

"I'm not marrying him or anyone else," I seethe again, planting my

feet firmly in place. He can't possibly think that he can force me

into this. Can he? He's held control over me my entire life, but

surely there's a line he won't cross. There has to be.

To my right, Nathan lets out a frustrated moan.

"Why can't you just cooperate for once?" He whines at me. "I

thought we were past this. I can give you everything you want! Who

turns down the title of Luna?" He looks to his father for help with

pleading yet demanding eyes.

He's never grown up. He still reminds me of that same child who

threatened to throw a tantrum if he didn't get his dessert. Or the

one who threatened to have my fingers cut off if I tried to play with

a toy he'd forgotten he even had.

“You can't give me shit or you wouldn't have treated me like it my

whole life," I shoot back, feeling a growl starting to rumble deep in

my chest. He's always thought of himself as royalty and everyone

else peasants. But in my eyes, a king without a crown isn't a king

at all.

Alpha Andre snarls at me for my backlash. "Watch your damn

tongue." He then turns to his son, confidence thick in the air

around him. "She'll do whatever I say." He sits back down in his

chair, leaning back and watching me with a calculating look. One

that reminds me of a beady eyed snake in the grass.

"Won't you Adrienne?" He asks in that sickly sweet, ominous voice.

I hate that voice, that tone. I hate it with all of my being and I

always have. It makes me sick. Sicker than imagining a future with

Nathan.

I clench my jaw tightly, my hands curling into fists. "And if I don't?"

He tilts his head down and smiles darkly, clasping his hands

loosely together. "Then you'll be locked up again. You wouldn't

want that, would you? I'd think it gets awful lonely down there."

My blood turns to ice and suddenly I feel cold. Chilled to the bone.

It's as if I can already feel the frigid stone against my skin and the

silence ringing in my ears.

I hide my fear and scoff, skeptical and taken aback. There's no

way I can go back there, not to that hellhole. Though if he's

serious about this, then I'm more screwed than the missing ones

in his head. Though that's an easy accomplishment.

"You wouldn't." I force my words to come out as a challenge, yet

on the inside I feel like breaking down, dropping to my knees, and

begging to keep my freedom.

He smiles again, his eyes sparkling with a twisted amusement. "Oh

but I would."

He enjoys this. I know he does.

I find myself staring down at my shoes. Heat rushes to my cheeks

at the fact that he can bend me so easily with one simple threat.

This can't be happening...

"The wedding is Thursday," the Alpha's words are like a cold

bucket of reality, reassuring me that this isn't a nightmare. "That

should be enough time. Now go on. I believe you have ceremony

to prepare for."

Go figure . Forced into an engagement and I'm still the one who has

to cater the party I don't want.

My feet move mechanically towards the door, more than ready to

leave. But not without knocking a potted plant off a nearby table

first. The sound of the clay shattering on the floor is amplified by

the thick silence of the room.

"Bitch," I mumble under my breath.

"What was that?" Nathan snaps. It surprises me that he doesn't let

his daddy handle this for him, too.

I start to prepare a sarcastically sweet response, but instead I

decide to voice my true feelings. There's no longer a reason to

keep my mouth shut.

I whirl around on my heel to face him. My eyes lock with his,

shooting daggers dripping with venom.

"Bitch. That's what I said," I snap, loud and clear, "You're a fucking

bitch and I hope and pray that one day comes when your rotting

and bloated body is found floating in the river, eyeless because the

fish have already picked them out."

It feels as though my skin is on fire and my lungs ache for air. I

mean every single word of what I say and my tone is more than

laced with hatred; it's seeping it. Pure and livid hatred.

I don't wait to see if he's going to patronize me further or if his

father is going to throw me back underground for not holding my

tongue. I slam the door behind me with enough force and intent

that a loud crack through the wood streaks across it.

Instead of going back to prepare for the party like I'd been told, I

head straight to one of the many smalls cabins in the village and

into my bedroom, which is similar to a loft.

Fairy lights hang around the tops of the dark grey walls. The room

is flooded with natural lighting from the giant window that my bed

is sidled up against. I plop down on it, burying myself in the

sheets.

Just forget it. Forget everything.

Forgetting is always easier. Except this time, I can't push the

dreadful thoughts away.

The wedding is Thursday. That leaves me with four days. Four

days left of freedom. Four days left to figure out how to save

myself.

Suddenly, in a random thought, I remember what Nathan said

before I barged in.

" That maniac is on the loose! How am I suppose to takeover when

he's out there just waiting for someone to pounce on?"

What maniac was he talking about? And what does that have to do

with him needing a Luna before he becomes the Alpha?