Kidnapped By An Alpha

Chapter 1 - A Celebration

     *** warning, mature content in this story ***
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Claire hated parties. And this one seemed to be just as lavish and decked out as usual, much to her disdain.

Her brother Erik turned twenty-one today, and the milestone was as important for werewolves as it was for humans.

The smell of cakes, pastries, wine, and the sound of music, all wafted through the air, overwhelming Claire's senses. She stood away from the crowd in a far corner, trying to avoid everyone and everything as best as she could. And it was working... for now at least.

Claire was a beautiful girl. She had blue eyes and long auburn hair, a rare combination. Her curves were also lush and well proportioned. But Claire had been born a runt - an omega. And if not for her status as daughter of the alpha, she would have been treated far worse than she had growing up.

Even so, the scars from Claire's childhood still remained within her heart, even though she had since healed physically. Young boys and girls could be so cruel and mean.

As she had grown from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan, Claire never failed to remember how poorly she had been treated by women who now wanted to be her friends, and by men who wanted to marry her for the power they could weld over her and the red moon pack.

With a sigh she cast her gaze out toward the dance floor. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying the night, her elder brothers Erik and Ryan included. They were very handsome men, and fearless warriors.

Claire looked up to her elder brothers a great deal. Ryan was the oldest of the three siblings and set to take over as alpha when their father eventually retired. Erik was a seasoned protector. He led countless patrols of the boarders and fought many enemies both outside the pack lands and within. Always flitting about, he had an array of females that he indulged in wherever he traveled. But he was fiercely loyal to his family, and Claire adored both him and Ryan.

The large glass doors leading out into the forest behind the dance floor beckoned to Claire. Slowly she made her way through the masses of people and toward the glass doors, smiling politely and greeting people as she went.

When she was close she heard a squeal to her right and spotted her best friend Sophia barrelling towards her.

"Oh my God, I thought you'd abandoned me! I couldn't find you anywhere and was worried you weren't going to show up." Sophia gasped, "I love your dress! It looks perfect on you, where'd you get it? Spill spill spill!"

Claire chuckled, "I would never abandon you, I was just avoiding the piranha's over at the bar." They both looked over toward the bar where sure enough Chloe and Beck stood ordering drinks in their six inch heels and skimpy dresses. It would be rude to say the girls were dressed like sluts, but Claire certainly thought it as she recalled her years spent as their verbal and physical punching bag and shuddered.

"Anyway, this is a new exclusive design by Tom Ford! Only a handful of girls have it!", Claire said, trying to forget about her childhood bullies.

"You lucky bitch. Next time you hear about a new piece would you hook a girl up?" The girls laughed together as they walked toward the glass doors leading outside. Her wolf made a purring noise in anticipation of the fresh air.

When they reached the balcony's edge, Claire reached out and held onto the rail, her senses coming alive as she breathed in the fresh, crisp air. And even with her guards looming behind her, they couldn't dampen her joyful mood in anticipating when she would next be able to shift into her wolf and feel the grass beneath her feet again.

"Wow, it's such a beautiful night isn't it?"

Claire looked out across the garden and took in the fountains and hedges and topiary, "Yeah it is".

Claire was so relieved to be away from the party that she didn't notice anything at first. But suddenly, Claire freaked out when she saw a dark figure whose shadow flitted across the far hedges of the garden.

"Hey Soph, did you see that?"

"What?"

As she watched more closely, Claire noticed more figures encroaching as she surveyed back and forth across the landscape.

Claire looked in horror as one of the dark figures stepped into the light, revealing a man whose face was scarred, and with tattoos covering his neck and arms. Breathing in his scent Claire knew straight away. This man was a rogue.

As Sophia spotted him and gasped, Claire's fear paralysed her, and the man took the opportunity to rake his gaze over Claire's intricately laced gown and gave her a cruel smile. As he withdrew a concealed weapon from its sheath, both Claire and Sophia screamed.