The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 45

Isabelle’s POV

A sharp, commanding voice pulled me out of the darkness. “Wake up, mutt,” Alpha Dave’s voice boomed, echoing off the cold, damp walls. I barely had the strength to lift my head, my body aching from the endless torture. Every inch of me hurt—my skin was covered in cuts and bruises, my limbs weak, and my head pounded like a drum. But still, I refused to show him my pain. I refused to give him the satisfaction. With a groan, I forced myself to respond. “What do you want?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. Dave crouched in front of me, a wicked smirk stretching across his face. “If you want to go home, you have to cooperate with me,” he stated, his tone calm but laced with a threat. The word home was tempting—so, so tempting. I could already picture it. Being free. Seeing Luca. Feeling his warmth again. But I knew better. I knew this was just another one of his mind games. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and forced a weak smile. “Fuck you.” Dave’s smirk disappeared, replaced with a look of irritation. “You leave me no choice,” he muttered before reaching into his pocket.

I tensed. He pulled out a phone, holding it like a weapon. My heart sank. I knew what was coming next. “I have ways to make you comply,” he said, his voice dripping with cruelty. “Ways that will hurt you even more.” He handed the phone to his beta, who stood behind me. The beta lifted the camera, aiming it straight at my face. “Smile for the camera, my dear,” the beta sneered. I turned my head away, my entire body trembling. I would not give them what they wanted. Dave, growing impatient, grabbed my chin harshly and yanked my face forward, forcing me to look at the camera. His grip was so tight that I was sure it would leave bruises. “You will regret this,” he hissed, his breath hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.Then he stepped back and turned his attention to the camera, his cruel smile returning.

“Well, well, well… Guess who I am? King Luca, you probably recognize me by my voice. Yes, I’m Dave—the Alpha of the Shadow Pack,” he said smoothly, his voice filled with arrogance. I felt my heart clench. Luca… Dave continued. “I told you that you would get the next clue when I wanted. So here it is. As you can clearly see, I have your so-called mate.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me forward, making sure my face was fully visible in the camera. “She’s miserable. Weak. Helpless. And it’s because of you.”

I clenched my jaw, trying to stop the tears from spilling. No, Luca. Don’t believe him. “If you want her to see another day, come to me at the location I’m giving you,” Dave continued, his tone darkening. “Surrender to me. Don’t bring backup, or she dies in front of you.” I couldn’t stay silent anymore.
I had to stop Luca from falling into this trap. “No! Luca, don’t listen to this asshole!” I shouted, my voice raw with desperation. “Don’t come, and don’t worry about me! He’s using me to get to you, and I will not let that happen! Please, no matter what, don’t come!” The words barely left my lips before—SLAP! My head snapped to the side as a stinging pain exploded across my cheek. I gasped, my vision blurring as fresh tears burned in my eyes. For the first time, it wasn’t Emily who hit me. It was Dave.

“You fucking bitch! Stop talking,” he spat, his eyes burning with rage.
My cheek throbbed, but I refused to give him the reaction he wanted. I wouldn’t break. Dave let out a cruel chuckle before turning back to the camera. “My men haven’t even touched her yet. It would be a shame to let this beauty go to waste without letting them have their fun, wouldn’t it?” A wave of disgust and fear crashed over me. I felt bile rise in my throat. “You have twenty-four hours to surrender, Luca,” Dave declared, his tone final. “Otherwise, she will be dead for good.” And just like that, he ended the video. The room fell silent, but my heart was racing. I could still hear the echo of his words, ringing in my ears. Then Dave turned to me, his lips curling into a twisted smile. “And as for you, bitch,” he sneered. “You better prepare to reject your mate in front of him. And if you dare say anything else—” He leaned down, his face inches from mine.