The Alpha's Mate

Chapter 2

                                               Chapter 2:

I open my eyes, expecting to see the ceiling of some crappy hotel, but instead all I see is white. I close my eyes as the events from the day before replayed in my head. I could feel pressure on my wrist, something cold. Looking over I notice that its handcuffs and I immediately starting yanking my arm. When I realize that the cuffs aren't coming off, I start screaming. I scream so loud that I swear the the entire damn country can here me, but the only person that comes running through the door of the room is the guy that kidnapped me.

"You need to calm down. Just look into my eyes, I'm not going to hurt you." He soothed. I searched in his eyes desperately, hoping to find something to prove him right. I'm desperate to prove that maybe he really is only trying to help me, but I know that I am wrong. "That's right baby girl, relax. Keep looking into my eyes. I'm not going to hurt you."

I quickly broke eye contact with him when I realized that he was grabbing a syringe filled with some sort of liquid. I jump out the bed, still yanking at the cuffs. I'm yanking so hard that the bed frame is slamming against the wall, but nothing is working, and he is getting closer to me with that syringe.

"Calm down." He demanded, rushing forward, trying to pin me down, but I keep kicking him away.

"Get the hell away from me!" I yell, finally pulling hard enough that the bedframe breaks, releasing me. The man is staring at me with horror when he realizes that I can actually escape. I bolt for the door, slamming it open and running down the hallway. I find a set of stairs and bolt down them, praying that there will be a door at the end. As soon as I hit the bottom of the stairs I barrel down the hallway. I can here him gaining on, all the while screaming at me to stop running. I final make it to the front door, trying desperately to open it before he gets to me, but I am too late. I feel the pinch as he jabs the needle into the back of my arm. I realize what was in the syringe as soon as my body goes limp. The medicine he has given me has completely paralyzed me.

"Now that you're settled, we can have a proper conversation." He gives me a big smile, as if we are friends conversing over coffee. He lifts me over his shoulder and walks in the opposite direction of the door. I look at it desperately, knowing that I have no chance of escape in my state.

He throws me down onto a couch, not even bothering to fix my head that's partly hanging off of the couch. He switches on the TV and takes a seat in the chair next to me. "Girls, come meet your new house mate!" He calls out, leaning back in the chair with a groan. "I've got to admit baby girl," He continued, "You gave up quite a fight, most of the time the girls just give up as soon as the see me walk into the room. But you? You are a whole different story." He was about to continue, but he was interrupted as 2 girls around my age entered the room. They looked nearly starved, and as frightened as I felt.

"Girls, I would like you to meet your new housemate, Violet. She's a pretty little thing isn't she? With her beautiful blue eyes." I try to talk back, but no sound comes out. I want to know how he figured out my name, and who the girls are. I have so many questions, but I can't ask a single one.

"Mr. Greg?" A timid voice rang out, coming from one of the girls. She was tall and had stringy blonde hair. Her face and arms were covered in bruises, no doubt from "Mr. Greg".

"Yes, my sweetheart?" He asked, making me want to gag.

"Do you want us to help Violet up to the room?" The other girl asked. You could tell that at one point she was beautiful, she has pale green eyes and bright red hair. She wasn't covered in bruises like the other one, instead it was something much worse. Covering her arms and chest were brands. This asshole branded the girl with his initial.

"Oh I would that so much, thank you my sweet girls." The pig gave them a big smile. "By the way," He added, "I gave her something to calm her nerves, so you all will have to carry her." The girls gave him a quick nod and bent down to pick me up. As soon as they had me in their arms, there was a knock on the door.

Everyone went quiet, Greg even turned off the TV. Everyone was staring at the door, the girls with ill-disguised hope, and Greg with horror.

"Gregory Sharpe, this is the police. Open the door, or we will have to enter by force." A voice called through the door.

"Girls, get into the kitchen. Now." Greg demanded quietly, not even bothering to help the girls carry me.

"I am sorry Gregory; you have given us no choice." The voice called out, and the we hear a loud bang. This bang was followed by two others, before the door final gave out and slammed open. There was at least 10 men on the other side, dressed in full SWAT gear. Gregory tried to run through the back, but 10 more men meet him at the door. With him cornered, and nowhere else to go, he panics and tries to grab one of the officers' guns. The officer hits Greg with the butt of the gun, knocking him out. The girls at this point are sobbing, and place me gently on the floor. The men run towards us, wrapping the girls in blankets, carrying them outside. The paramedics rush inside to get too me, measuring my pulse. Everything around me is a blur, and I can feel my head pounding and the tears stream down my face. An officer is sitting beside me, holding onto my hand and trying to talk to me, but I can't say a single word. I watch the paramedics grab a syringe.

"Violet, it's all going to be ok. We have been looking for you since we saw your car, and your safe now. The paramedics are going to give you a sedative, ok? It should help you sleep off the paralytic." The officer whispers to me, as he rubs my hand. I want to nod, but I know I can't, so instead I just close my eyes and let the sedative take over.