Claiming What's His | English Version | ON HOLD

Chapter One.

Chapter 1

| Lydia Moore | 

Silent like every other girl in line, except for Christine, I look down.

About thirty girls are gathered here on the square, it started at five in the morning, and a shill runs down my spine when the intoxicating smell of power creeps closer and closer.

Heavy footsteps stop when an order is yelled, He gives a disapproving grunt before starting to walk again. It's followed by a snort, anger clear in its sound. He then breaks the silence by asking her her name.

"Christine LeNore," the girl nervously says.

I try to get rid of the lump in my throat as I roll my eyes.

Christine is the sort of girl who seeks the wrong kind of attention; short tops and small skirts always accompanied by a thick layer of make-up. But when boys give her the much wanted attention, she scolds them for seeing her as only a 'piece of meat'.

Also she is known for her intelligence, thinking she can just ignore an Alpha command...

My legs lightly shake because of the powerful aura radiating of that Alpha Marshall, he is so close, my breathing speeds up when he takes the poor girl by her throat.

"So tell me Christine, why do you think that you can ignore my orders?"

In the corner of my eye, I see how her face turns redder and redder, struggling for breath.

Alpha Marshall watches with amusement how Christine slowly but surely loses the capability to breath, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, almost losing her consciousness.

Dimmed sounds leave her mouth and her slender legs practically stop moving, just dangling in mid-air.

"Let her go, can't you see she's chocking?"

Startled by my words all heads turn to me, the girls from the row and the spectators, shocked words soon follow.

With a loud thud Christine falls to the ground and a pained groan leaves her mouth, her hands reaching for her throat -covered with purple bruises.

Alpha Marshall looks up, turns and scans the crowd until they land on me.

He lips form a thin line and his eyes narrow slightly.

He gazes over me with his dark brown eyes and the corners of his mouth turn up in approval.

Getting uncomfortable with the constant stare of the dark eyes belonging to Alpha Marshall, I bow my head again and shuffle back a little, making sure it isn't noticeable.

"No, no, no," Alpha Marshall says, he disapprovingly grabs my arm,"-you can't just do that."

Scared as hell I look in those dark eyes. In the eyes that belong to the person that only has horror stories on his name.

"You can all go," Alpha Marshall orders in a harsh tone, at that exact moment relieved sighs and shuffling feet is the only thing I hear, and then I'm alone on a square with Alpha Marshall.

"Name?"

"L-Lydia, Alpha."

"Just Lydia?"

"Lydia Moore," I whisper in response, and I bite the inside of my cheek, making sure not to make any stupid remarks.

"So Lydia Moore," he speaks my name in complete resentment, "-what do you think you just did?"

"I,I," I stutter, desperately searching for the right words.

"You what?" he growls annoyed and he tightens the grip on my poor arm, getting a sob from me.

"I-," I try to start over, only just as before not finding the right words, nothing more than that little one.

"Enough."

Alpha Marshall lets go of my arm, only to snake his strong arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

By this unexpected move my breath hitches in my throat with fear, and my heart beat is going wild.

What is he planning on doing?

Slowly he lets his hand disappear in my shirt, his fingertips brushing my bare back.

"Wh-what a-are you do-doing?" I stutter, trying to escape his strong hold. His touch give me unwelcome feelings.

"Don't you dare!" he snarls when he realizes that I don't enjoy being touched in this way.

For a last time he brings his hand along my back, stopping at the clasp of my bra -that's when I have enough of this nonsense.

In one swift movement I manage to get his arm of my waist and back aside his strong body, right where it belongs.

"You, Lydia Moore, are coming with me."

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This story will be translated by RaevenStorm! 

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