Claimed by the Alpha || Bang Chan

Chapter 1: Let Me In

~30 days from now...~

"Don't make me do this."

My hand shakes around the hilt of the knife, slick with blood.

"Do it."

Silhouetted by the rising sun, he is bound before me like a sacrifice–damaged, but still beautiful. I step closer to the altar, the train of my wedding dress dragging like a weight behind me.

"I can't."

"You have to. Do it, (Y/N)."

I meet his golden eyes, which glow and pulse with power. I press the blade to his throat...

"I'm sorry–"

~30 days earlier...~

"I'm sorry!" I say quick and apologetically.

"Don't apologize, birthday girl. That was a damn good hit."

My friend, Jooe, works her jaw where my fist connected harder than intended.

"No, I shouldn't have gone all out. We were just loosening up after class."

"Where do you get that strength from? Were your parents vikings or something?" She questions jokingly.

"They were, how did you know? Their dying wish was for me to take up the family broadsword and protect the weak."

"That's a lot better than the real story: joining a cult and landing you in foster care."

Jooe slings her bag over her shoulder and frowns.

"I'm sorry for bringing them up on your birthday. I'm an idiot."

Her words sting a little, but you force a smile.

"It's okay, I never knew them. Now, I'm out of the system, allowed to drink...being an adult rocks. I'll catch you later. Have a good night."

Jooe waves goodbye, and I finish locking up. I move to grab my coat...but a massive bang halts me in my tracks. The front door flies off its hinges. Against the haze of the rain stands the chiseled outline of a man.

"Finally. I found you."

Like an animal appearing out of the darkness, he slowly, deliberately, moves into the light.

"I should have known I'd find you in a place like this."

The stranger laughs softly as he touches a punching bag. I stiffen.

Who is this guy?

"I'm sorry, sir, but the dojo's closed."

"I'm not here for a lesson."

Lightning strikes, illuminating his lean muscles and sharp, feral eyes. Eyes trained on me.

Calm down, (Y/N). You know what do in a situation like this.

I straighten to my full height as I stare the man down.

"Maybe you didn't hear me. The dojo is closed. Please leave."

He smirks haughtily, his dark smile both stunning and aggravating.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll make you."

His smile widens.

"I'd really like to see you try."

My mind made up, I lunge for him. His eyes widen a fraction, but he dodges my attack with fluid ease, as if he is dancing with me. He laughs.

"Damn. You've got spunk, I'll give you that, (Y/N)."

What? How does he know my name?

"Who the hell are you and how do you know who I am?"