Olivia Carson never believed in fairy tales. In fact, she had built her empire on logic, on hard work, and the unflinching belief that success didn’t care for stories or magic. But as she sat in the cold, dimly-lit room, her arms bound to the chair, she realized that sometimes, reality could be far stranger than fiction.
It all started with a business meeting. An unusual, private affair with an enigmatic investor whose name she'd never heard before. He’d been charming, calculating, and dangerous in ways she hadn’t fully understood at the time. But now, here, in the darkness of this sterile room, she could feel the consequences of that fateful meeting wrapping around her like a noose.
He’d taken her. Kidnapped her, really.
"Let me go!" she hissed, her breath ragged with panic. Her wrists ached from the ropes that held her in place. Every inch of her body screamed at her to escape, but he had been too quick, too strong. Now, the man who had taken her was watching her from across the room, his golden eyes gleaming in the low light.
"Olivia," his voice was a low, guttural growl, sending a shiver down her spine. He took a step closer, his broad shoulders rippling under the dark fabric of his suit. His presence was overwhelming, oppressive, as if the air itself thickened when he was near. "You don’t understand what’s happening, do you?"
She clenched her jaw, her heart hammering in her chest. "I don’t care. Let me go," she demanded, struggling against the ropes.
He smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Oh, you will, Olivia. You will understand everything soon. But first, I need you to listen."
Before she could react, he was there, his hand gripping her chin with a force that made her gasp. His thumb traced her jawline, and for a moment, she was paralyzed, unable to move. His touch was rough, yet there was an undeniable intensity to it, as though he were savoring the feel of her skin beneath his fingers.
"You’re mine," he said simply, his voice thick with possessiveness. "Do you understand?"
Her breath caught in her throat. "What the hell are you talking about? You’re insane. Let me go!"
But instead of responding, he chuckled darkly. The sound was full of self-assurance, as if the world already belonged to him and there was nothing she could do to change that.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I’m not insane, Olivia. I’m your mate."
His words hit her like a slap. Mate? Her heart skipped a beat, and for a fleeting moment, the world around her seemed to tilt. It didn’t make sense. He was a stranger. A man who had appeared out of nowhere, taken her, and now claimed—demanded—to be her mate.
"Y-you’re lying," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don’t even know you."
He pulled back, his gaze flicking down to her neck. She followed his eyes, only to see the faint imprint of something—marks—on her skin, right where his teeth had sunk in during their first encounter, when he’d taken her so ruthlessly.
"That bite," he murmured, running a finger gently over the mark. "That was my claim, Olivia. I’ve marked you. You’re mine."
Her heart pounded in her chest. This wasn’t just some sick fantasy. This wasn’t a game. He was serious, and the way his hands hovered over her neck, so possessive, so certain, made her body flush with both fear and something else—something she couldn’t place.
"You don’t have a choice anymore," he continued, his lips curling into a grin. "I’m your Alpha. You belong to me."
"No!" she hissed, yanking against the restraints. Her body was trembling, both from fear and an unfamiliar pull—an ache she couldn’t explain, deep in her chest. Her mind screamed at her to fight, to get away from this man who was clearly unstable, but her body—her body was betraying her.
His eyes softened for just a moment, and she could almost feel the shift in his demeanor, as if he were holding something back—some force of nature inside him that wanted to break free.
"I knew it the moment I saw you," he said quietly, his voice like molten honey now, smooth and intimate. "The pull between us—it was undeniable. But I had to wait. I had to be patient, because you didn’t know. You didn’t know what you were to me."
Her pulse raced as his thumb grazed the side of her neck, dangerously close to the mark he had made.
"I’m not some fantasy, Olivia," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "I’m your reality now."
Before she could respond, he moved, his lips brushing the edge of her jawline, sending sparks of warmth through her skin. Her breath hitched, the intimacy of his touch disorienting, almost magnetic.
"You’re mine," he repeated, this time in a low, almost desperate growl. "And I will make you see it. Feel it."
Olivia couldn’t help but tremble under the weight of his words, her breath shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. No, this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. But the pull inside her—the strange ache, the need she couldn’t suppress—was growing stronger. His touch was a drug, and no matter how hard she fought, her body was responding, betraying her every thought.
"You’re scared," he said, his lips near her ear again, his voice a soft caress. "But I’ll make you understand. You’ll accept it, Olivia. You’ll accept me."
Suddenly, his lips were on hers, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss. She gasped, shocked by the force of his dominance, by the way he took control, pushing his tongue past her lips as if he had every right to. It was like he was marking her with every touch, every movement, staking his claim on her in ways she couldn’t understand.
His hands moved over her body, forcing her to feel every inch of him. His scent overwhelmed her, as if she couldn’t escape it—wild and primal, just like him. She could feel the raw power radiating off him, the unrelenting strength of his alpha nature that left her feeling small, fragile, and utterly his.
"Don’t fight it," he murmured against her lips, his breath warm. "It’s in you. It’s in both of us."
Her heart raced, her mind reeling, unable to process the flood of emotions, the pull she could no longer deny. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but a small voice—something inside her—whispered that she couldn’t. Not anymore.
The kiss deepened, becoming more heated, more possessive. And somewhere, buried beneath the terror, beneath the confusion, a dark part of her felt a twisted sense of belonging—a part of her that accepted this man, his claim, his dominance over her. His mark on her skin.
"Remember this, Olivia," he whispered, his lips brushing against her cheek, his breath hot against her skin. "You’re mine now. Forever."
And no matter how much she tried to fight it, she realized it wasn’t just his words that bound her to him. It was the bond that had been forged the moment he’d marked her.
She was his, whether she was ready for it or not.
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End.
