Tied To The Alpha (#2 New Moon)

Chapter Nineteen

Kira's POV.

I thought I was going crazy hearing that distant voice in my head or the muffled screams I started to hear recently. I thought that I was imagining things due to being cooped up in this mansion.

Turns out, I was not going crazy and that voice was very real. Everything was confirmed the minute I walked into that secret passage and found someone very close to me tied up to a chair, surrounded by silver bars laced with wolfsbane and mistletoe.

My own mother.

Her head hung down, almost as if she was unconscious. I didn't find any visible bruises or bad injuries on her, which was good, but it did nothing to fill the huge hole forming in my heart.

"Mum?" I called, hoping that she heard me.

My heart froze for a second, remembering that I was being chased by the Dark Alpha about a minute ago. The same Dark Alpha who imprisoned my mother in a secret room and kept it from me.

My mother's eyes fluttered open. "K-Kira?"

"Mum." At this point I didn't care if I was loud. All that mattered was that my mother was alive and conscious.

I wished that I could get closer to her, but the bars prevented me from doing so. The scent of wolfsbane and mistletoe combined with the oxygen in this room, making my nose and lungs burn every time I inhaled or exhaled air.

"I'm going to get you out of here." I assured her, but then she squinted her eyes and I knew for sure that I wasn't the only one here with her now.

I spun around fast but not fast enough to dodge him. He caught my throat and pushed me against the wall, cutting off my oxygen.

"Don't you know that you shouldn't run from a predator?" He whispered in my ears, his voice laced with a mixture of resentment and danger. But not the kind that has you scared and running for the hills, this was the kind that made you tremble yet somehow turn you on.

Then he drawled. "We always love the hunt."

My eyes burned, ready to burst into tears, yet the anger in me refused to accept defeat. I wasn't going to be the weak one again.

"I've noticed." I managed to say, holding his stare.

The more I stared into his ocean blue eyes, the more those eyes burned through my soul, tearing apart my heart.

I gave in to him. I trusted him. I actually started to like him, even though I knew he didn't reflect the same feelings I had.

He was brutal, cold and revengeful. He either hurt or killed anyone in his way, and there was nothing stopping him from killing me or my mother right now.

His hand squeezed on my throat and this time my vision blurred and a tear slipped free.

He gritted his teeth and for a second I thought I saw regret cross his face. He let go of my throat, allowing me to breathe properly again, except the infected air only caused my lungs to burn even more.

He stepped back, not that there was much room for him to go anywhere because of the limited space. He ran his hand through his blond hair, staring at me with pure anger and hatred.

"Don't blame me yet, little wolf. You know nothing about this situation right now."

I scoffed, refusing to believe how he could hold my mother hostage, for God only knows how long, and still look me in the eye as if I'm the one at fault. "Then tell me." I said, "tell me why you have my mother here, Lucien. Why?"

Lucien frowned a bit. My only guess was that he was mind-linking someone. Most probably Vladimir.

We both turned our heads to my mother who sat on the chair helplessly.

"Want to tell your lovely daughter why you're here, Esra?"

I snapped my head to Lucien, glaring at him. My blood boiled when he smirked at me. Nothing about this situation was amusing.

"Tell her." He barked. "Tell her how you broke passed our borders and tried to attack us. Tell her how you nearly tried to kill me with silver. And tell her what a coward you are for running from Zade again after eighteen years."

"I thought you kidnapped my daughter!" My mother shouted.

"Oh, I did." He said. "But only because she's mine to begin with."

At this point, my heart was being ripped in too many places by too many people. I didn't think I could handle it anymore.

"Let her go." I told Lucien firmly.

His nostrils flared as he looked at my mother then me then my mother again.

"No."

One word, yet strong enough to burst so many things open in me. Sadness, betrayal, anger.

I punched him.

"How can you!?" I shout. "How can you do this to me, huh?" Punch. "I thought we finally had something going between us." Punch. "You lied to me."

As I was going to punch him again, he caught my wrist. "Little wolf, don't go off assuming things like that."

My chest heaved, anger swelled in every part of my body. "You were chasing me two minutes ago and now you accuse me of assuming things? Let. Her. Go. I don't care what she did, I'm sure she had a valuable reason for it all."

Just as I thought I'd come around with him, he pulled me out of the secret room, closing it and leaving my mother screaming and shouting inside.

I tugged on my arm. "Let go of me."

"You or your mother? You choose."

Damn him. He could not be serious right now.

"What is your problem?"

"My problem?" He halted in his tracks, still holding onto my wrist. "You want to know what my problem is?"

His tone made me wished that I hadn't asked.

"You drive me insane to the point I lose control of every fucking cell in my body. You're like a virus. You infect every fucking part of me like a goddamn disease with no cure." He let go of my wrist. "Every time I look at you, I don't know what to do or think. You erase every sane thought in my mind and replace them with dirty, indecent thoughts." He blew out a breath.

I was utterly lost for words.

Did he just tell me that he was attracted to me or that Iwas a big problem he couldn't solve?

He was so confusing. One minute he's all mean then the next he's nice, then he's gone back to square one with his morally grey character.

We both stood there, breathing heavily. Only after a minute of silence, he spoke again, softer this time. "I was going to tell you about your mother."

"You're so complicated. Do you hate me or do you like me?" I asked, hoping to gain some clarity. "You can't have both feelings towards me."

"I don't hate you. I hate how I'm deeply affected by you. You capture me like a siren, little wolf. And I hate not being the one in control."

Thank god, I was out of that room. My lungs seem to have exhaled all the wolfsbane and mistletoe, no longer burning that much with how heavy I was breathing now.

He took a few steps towards me, capturing my chin. "I want to break you so badly, little wolf."

I swallowed, clearly turned on by fearing him and by the hard bulge pressing against my stomach.

"I'd like to see how you're going to break something that's already broken."

"Shut up and kiss me."