The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 43

Emily’s Perspective

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the mirror in front of me. My fingers drummed against my thigh, impatience running through my veins like fire. Every second felt like an eternity, but finally, the knock on my door came. "Come in," I said, already knowing who it was. The door creaked open, and Alpha Dave stepped inside, his tall frame radiating authority. His piercing gaze met mine, and without wasting any time, he spoke. "Get ready, Emily. We are going to start our plan tomorrow." A smirk curled on my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Finally took you so long, Alpha," I replied, tilting my head slightly.

Dave exhaled, his expression remaining unreadable. "I was waiting for the perfect moment." My brows furrowed slightly. "What perfect moment?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him. His lips twitched upward in a knowing smirk. "Always strike when your enemies don’t see it coming. I was waiting for Luca to let his walls down, and he did it. He’s busy with his so-called mate. And nothing can stop us now." At his words, excitement surged through me. So, it was finally happening. The moment I had been waiting for. That omega bitch had taken Luca’s attention for too long, but not anymore. "So what do we have to do, Alpha?" I asked, my voice steady, hiding the anticipation bubbling inside me.
Dave’s eyes gleamed with determination as he took a step closer. "Simple. We will distract him so that he leaves his mate alone. Then, we’ll break into his house, attack his mate, and kidnap her. You will be leading this mission. Wear masks, take a few guards with you, and get the job done. I want that mutt in the dungeon by tomorrow. Don’t be late." I nodded sharply, absorbing every word.

"Yes, Alpha." Without another word, Dave turned and walked out of my room, the door clicking shut behind him. As soon as he left, I let out a slow breath, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. Finally. This was the moment I had been waiting for. That pathetic omega had stolen Luca from me, but not for long. She was nothing compared to me. I was stronger, smarter, and I belonged by Luca’s side. Not her. Luca would be mine again. I leaned back against my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. Queen of all werewolves. Luna of Luca’s pack. The titles sounded perfect. And soon, they would be mine.

My wolf stirred inside me, but she didn’t share my excitement. She had been distant, refusing to cooperate with me ever since I rejected my mate. A low growl escaped my throat as frustration boiled within me. Why can’t she just understand? I did what was necessary. Yes, I had suffered after rejecting my mate. The pain had been unbearable, but I had forced myself to grow stronger. I had worked for this, planned for this, and now, nothing would stand in my way. Not Luca’s mate. Not my wolf. Not even Luca himself. I turned onto my side, closing my eyes.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day. I needed to be well-rested. That omega better enjoy her last night of freedom. Because tomorrow, she will be nothing but a prisoner.

Isabelle’s Perspective

Do you ever feel like you're dead? Like your soul has been ripped from your body, leaving you in a state of nothingness? Yes. That’s exactly what I feel right now. A deep groan escapes my lips as a sharp pain shoots through my head. "Ughh—where am I?" My voice is weak, barely above a whisper. My eyelids feel unbearably heavy, as if someone has placed a weight on them. My entire body aches, each muscle sore and unresponsive. I try to move, but my limbs feel like they’ve turned to stone. With great effort, I force my eyes open, only to be met with darkness. A dim, flickering light barely illuminates the damp, cold space around me. A wave of dizziness washes over me, making it hard to focus. I slowly regain some strength and take in my surroundings. A dungeon. The air is thick with moisture, carrying the suffocating scent of damp stone, decay, and something else—something metallic. Blood. A shiver runs down my spine. I try to move, but that’s when I realize it—I’m bound.