Alpha's Obsession

Chapter 18

Ella, are you okay? My wolf asked, concerned.

I honestly don't know anymore. How am I supposed to feel when my father and mate are arguing about my first change? I asked disappointed.

Well the jokes on them now Ella, because you just had your first change. Alone. With me. Funny isn't it? She laughed.

I nodded in agreement. I shifted back into my human form a while ago and was instantly regretting it. I was walking naked through the woods; covered in dirt. But there was a lingering rainstorm coming. I could feel it.

The air was thick with dampness. My hair - well it wasn't really wet - was somewhat damp from the water that was drifting in the air.

I shifted back into my wolf. I felt warmer, less naked. At least if I see anybody they won't see my womanly body parts. However, due to being a wolf now, they will run away. Hopefully.

Ella. I have a bad feeling. My wolf whined.

I know. I feel it too. Something's not right here. I don't know what-

"SHOOT!!"

HUNTERS!! Run, Ella run!!

I turned and ran back the way I came. I know I shouldn't go back to the pack but I have no choice. I have no choice. It's either that or risk my life.

I heard racing footsteps follow me. There's at least 10 armed hunters-

Seriously Ella? You're a werewolf. You have alpha blood. You're the mate of an alpha. I argued to myself.

I purposely slowed down my pace. They caught up. I halted and spun around. Throwing 3 men back, landing against a tree with a large thump. They were immediately knocked unconscious and I gave myself a mental pat on the back for being able to do that with one swipe.

The others tried shooting at me but I skilfully dodged their bullets. I was raised and trained by a hunter after all. My skills cannot compare to theirs, I was the best trained hunter there and being in my wolf form, I was immediately more powerful than I would have been in my human form.

They threw their guns aside and grabbed their daggers. How predictable. They came rushing towards me. I ran at them, snarling. I swiped some away to my sides and attacked the others. However, one sneaky bastard stabbed straight through my right paw. So I threw them all back in an angry rage. 

The wound burned ferociously. Silver. Of course they would use fucking silver daggers. I expected nothing less. But that doesn't help with the angry burning sensation in my paw. Fighting through the pain I attacked back. I swiped at the remainder hunters. Leaving them knocked out, I turned away to go back to my pack.

Limping all the way back home, I grew exhausted. I felt as though I hadn't trained in a while. I finally found the opening of the woods. As quickly as I could, I staggered through the opening. I made it back to the pack village. I got a few feet in before I couldn't walk anymore. I just collapsed and whimpered.

My father and mate came rushing to me in no time. A face of worry on both faces at the sight of me, black spots flitted in my vision as my eyelids became heavy with exhaustion. Then a darkness grew in I saw nothing more.

I woke up to be in my human form. Naked. On a steel tray like bed- I feel like an animal getting tested on for some makeup product. Panicked, I scanned the room. Grim, grey walls with cracks, a yellowing ceiling that held only one swinging light bulb with no lampshade over it, it blinded me momentarily.

I tried to move, I even struggled and tried to lift my body off the steel table but I couldn't. Looking down at my body, I saw that I was being strapped down to the table with brown leather straps. I groaned in frustration.

I tried to remember what happened me. I remembered being attacked by the hunters, I remember limping back home, I remember collapsing in front of Aiden and my father. But then everything had went black.

So how on earth did I get here, in this shifty room where my father and mate were nowhere in sight. I couldn't even smell their scents over the chemicals of the room. It made me feel like a science experiment.

How am I going to get out of this one now? For all I know, I could have kidnapped, I could have been ripped out of my fathers arms and taken away. There was also a possibility that the pack got attacked and everyone was murdered due to my stupidity of returning after being attacked by hunters.

I didn't want to think of father and mate lying on the ground somewhere, covered in blood. I didn't want to think about how they fought to protect me until their lives were suddenly ripped away from them. I don't want to think about the last thing on their minds would be to protect me and keep me safe.

It was too much for my heart to handle. I did not want the heartbreak of finding out they are dead because of me. I hoped, I wished, I even fucking prayed that they were perfectly fine, that they were alive.

If they were still alive, I would give them a fucking earful. How could they let me be taken away like this, how could they let some shifty person in a shifty room do shifty things to my body. They are going to regret letting me go. Stupid, ignorant, annoying assholes. Both of them better prepare for my fury.

Once my vision cleared, I looked to my side to find a steel tray with bloody utensils and, of no surprise to my own, a steel bowl. I took a sneaky look inside the bowl and found bloodied silver bullets and shards of silver... That could have came from a knife. Or a dagger.

A man came in wiping his hands on a cloth he was carrying. His glasses sliding off his long nose. He was slouching. Pushing them back, he grunted. "So much bloody work to do, such little time." He finally looked up at me. Then back down and walked over to a table full of paperwork.

"I have good news. And bad news." He told me monotonously while scanning a folder. "The bad news is, you were injured badly. You got shot a few times. The bullets leaked silver into your bloodstream.

"The good news is that you're immune to the silver. For now. We'll have to keep monitoring you." He informed. Something inside me told me not to trust him. He began scribbling down notes on the paper that was sprawled out in front of him.