The Alphas Prize

Chapter 8: Strangers lurking - Part 2/3

I flopped backwards on the bed, sucking in a large breath of relief; that moment between us was fucking intense, all of it. What came over me? It was like he was a drug, something I couldn't get enough of, a high that I wanted to last forever. I wanted Cain to devour me, dominate me, and so much more. Maybe, just maybe, he is my mate?

I shook my head of my torturous thoughts, got up from the bed and walked over to the balcony. The door was no longer locked; I didn't even see him unlock it. Opening the doors, a calming summer night breeze blew throughout the room. I was about to step out onto the balcony when I heard a noise, like someone moving around below the balcony.

I stood there listening and looking around. I couldn't see anyone, but the sound was growing stronger. I kept looking around and listening; just as I was about to step outside to investigate further, suddenly, a large man stood before me.
He was much taller than I, not overly bulky, but appeared to be well built. He had golden-brown hair, near silver eyes, high cheekbones, and a sharp jawline. He was the man I had seen the other night, standing within the trees, watching me.

I jumped back a bit. "Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing here?" I was on full alert, ready for anything, and so was my wolf.

He chuckled deeply. "What a mouth on you; I can see why Cain likes you. Apologies for the intrusion; my name is Demetrius. And I stand here on your balcony, as I need to speak with you, without any interruptions or distractions."

The man seemed genuine and honest, but something about him sounded every alarm off in my head. There was also a faint smell coming from him, one I'd never smelt before, and it was a bit rotten.

"Why do you need to talk to me?" I asked him. Even though my entire being told me this man was bad news, I needed to know why he wanted to speak with me.

The man raised a brow. "Well, you want to escape from here? From him, Right? What if I said I can help you with that?" He smiled menacingly.

"Why would you help me? You don't even know me, and what would be in it for you?" Something about this whole situation was not right.

"Smart girl, your right. I don't know you, and I want to help you because Cain is a monster, and he doesn't deserve a beautiful girl like you." He smiled seductively while his eyes roamed up and down my body before he continued, "In exchange, I need you to retrieve an item for me, something very important."

I snorted. "Very important, huh? What is this important item, and why can't you retrieve it yourself?"

"I'll tell you that in due time, but for now, do we have an agreement?" He extended his hand out for me to shake.

I stood there thinking about all that he had said, about all of my options. Should I trust this strange man? Trust him with my freedom? With my life? And what he is asking me to do?

My brows furrowed as I thought of something. "Wait, there's one thing. What are you?" I asked cautiously.

A grin spread across his face as he opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get a word out, the bedroom door flew open with a bang, and Cain came charging into the room. He bolted in my direction and shoved me out of the way; Cain shoved me with so much force, I flew into the wall, smacking my head against the hard surface. I fell to the floor, clutching my head. I lowered my hand to eye level and stared at the blood that now stained my palm. I looked back to Cain, and the last thing I saw was him lunging at Demetrius before everything went dark.

I was running through the forest, the dark, silent forest covered in mud and blood. I ran as fast as I could, yet for some reason, I couldn't shift into my wolf. I couldn't feel or hear her. Panic began to rise from the depths of my belly, and my chest heaved with each stride. I could hear someone closing in on me, but who? Why did this feel so familiar? Why do I feel like I've been here before, in this exact situation? I stopped, needing to catch my breath and inspected my body, noticing that I was covered in blood; there were also various scrapes, cuts, bruises and bite marks? Suddenly I was knocked to the ground, hitting my head on a rock; everything became fuzzy and disoriented.

A prominent figure loomed over me, but I couldn't make out who it was; my head was pounding. I wanted to scream, to fight, to do something, but I couldn't seem to find it in me to do so. Then, finally, the person leaned down, closing the distance between my face and theirs. "Nice try, little one, but you are mine, and there is no escaping from me." They whispered.

Wait, was it Cain? No, the voice was different, a voice I hadn't heard before, raising more alarm bells within me.

Finally, a surge of strength blew through me, and I began trying to fight, throwing punches, but the man held my arms down and started to laugh. "So weak, so pathetic. I will enjoy sucking every ounce of fight left from your body until your heart ceases to beat." His tone was promising and sinister.

Fear coursed through my body and consumed my thoughts, paralyzing me where I lay, unable to move. Finally, the man lifted his head away from me and opened his mouth, displaying his deadly fangs. Then, I felt his sharp teeth brush against my skin just before I jolted awake.