Alphas Toy

Found & Taken

(Isabella outfit)
Christopher POV:

Currently I was amongst the stupid human world. In their stupid super market where they supposedly converse, socialise and find some sort of happiness.

Pretty sad ideas of happiness, right?

But anyways we, werewolves, agree too live in harmony amongst these humans to avoid greater conflict. We wouldn't want deaths on either side would we? We're werewolves not bloody savages.

As it was, it was a Saturday meaning that the supermarket was exceptionally busy, forcing me to swift past people to find my way.

Until...
I smelt something strong. I couldn't exactly tell what the smell was; it had to be a good distant away. But it was strong enough to make me feel this inner pull. So I let my inner werewolf instincts take control in order to lead to me to what this powerful smell could be.

It directed me northwards. It bought me closer to a faint heartbeat so whatever it was, a god-damn human was responsible. I got closer until I was few steps behind a petite looking girl. I couldn't see her face but she was in black attire. Human but powerful enough to draw me to her.

Still unclear, I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her hand and twisted her to face me, not too roughly but not too softly either. Of course my sudden aggressive attitude bought utter shock to her face.

And then it hit me.

Mate. But she's a human and I'm an alpha. How could it be? The legacy of my werewolf heritage bound powerful creatures alike; alpha make for alpha female so how could I be partnered up with such a weak figure? Petite, I may add.

"Let go of my hand you cunt! You can't just fucking grab a girls hand out of the blue!" Her sudden shouting bought me back to reality and I realised I was still gripping onto her arm.

Of course, get being a human wouldn't feel that mate connection and would think that I'm a random pevert one the streets.

She suddenly stumped my feet "Are you deaf? Let go of me!" She screamed again attempting to break free but i only tightened my arms.

"Don't kick me and shut the hell up!" I growled.

The girl spat on my face, momentarily distracting me and seizing the opportunity to run.

But not for long, she shouldn't have undermined me at first sight.

(Back to Isabella POV)

Creeps these days. I've no idea why that stranger suddenly grabbed me but I took the chance to take a break for it, realising that I was no longer bothers to roam around and decided to make ways home.

The stranger ruined my mood to see any more people so I took the quiet route home; dangerous but peaceful.

Just as I was about to put my headphone in, two large arms reached out as an attempt to grab but I quickly dodged and faced the person.

It was him; the stranger.

I decided that he wasn't a normal person and was out to get me and so made a run for it.

"Stop running" he bellowed behind me. Yeah right, so he can catch me.

His footsteps were close behind me but I quickened my pace. I took a turn and reached a dead end.

I heard his menacing laugh "So why don't you be a good little girl and come to me. I can explain this to you and we'll sort something reasonable out" he said calmly as he kept a distance from me, knowing he already trapped me.

"Who are you and what do you want" I asked, knowing he clearly wasn't just the ordinary stranger you find on a Saturday.

"If you would listen to me, I could tell you" he said with annoyance written on his face.

"No. Now move and harass some other girl you peado" I said as I took steps back, diverting my gaze to a ladder that leads to a rooftop building. Let me just prolong this conversation enough to distract him and call the police.

"Firstly, I'm not harassing you, I'm just taking what's mine. And secondly I'm not a FUCKING Peado" he growled as he took a menacing step forward.

"Okay...but I don't have anything of yours and maybe you should calm down and we'll work this out together?" I says shakily as I edged closer to the ladder.

He fisted his hands and took a deep breath in and so I took my chance. I darted towards the ladder and before I knew it, he was grabbing my legs as an attempt to pull me down. So fast it was almost inhuman.

"Stop running" he shouted trying to pull me down but I kicked him on the face and shooted up the ladder. He was close behind me but I made it to the roof terrace.

I was slightly hurt from his iron steel grasp on my foot and hand from earlier on but kept running.

I reached the end of the terrace and realised that I had to jump to the next building in order to escape him.

Almost knowing I would jump he said "you don't want to do that" but I took the jump.

I couldn't complete my jump since he grabbed me backwards, this time powerful enough to restrict any form of escape.

He gripped my forearms and pushed my neck towards him since I was too short.

"You are mine" was the last thing I heard before I blanked out.