Kidnapped By An Alpha

Setting the Ground Rules

Claire threw the rags of her dress into the trash bin with a hint of sadness. It had been a beautiful dress that her Aunt Elsa had given to her on her eighteenth birthday. She did however put her nude strapless bra and panties back on after drying herself properly and twirling her damp hair up into a bun.

Then she went over to the alpha's closet and peeked inside, gaping open-mouthed at the sea of black and grey clothing. There were t-shirts, dress-shorts, track pants, jeans, jackets, blazers, all consisting of either boring shade. Black or grey.

How dull.

Despite that, his closet had enough items in it to rival her own wardrobe at home, even though it was seriously lacking in colour choices. Except for...

Claire bent down and picked up a pair of purple leggings and bright pink panties carelessly thrown in one of the far corners of the closet. Claire threw the panties away in disgust but sniffed the leggings.

Luckily they only smelt faintly of another wolf's scent. Claire huffed in disgust.

They probably weren't on for long then.

Looking inside at the tag, they were only one size bigger than her usual size 10, and so with a shrug she wiggled them on before throwing one of the alpha's big black t-shirts over the top to finish off her outfit. Claire looked into the mirror and smiled, proud of herself for making the most out of this morbid situation.

After dressing, Claire left the bedroom cautiously, walking down the hall until she made it to the sitting area. Shivering, Claire made her way over to the fireplace, warming her hands while she waited for the alpha, not realizing that he was glaring at her from his desk.

"What are you wearing?!" His angry voice from behind her boomed, making Claire jump in surprise.

As she turned around to glare at her mate, anger raged within her. And now that she was dressed somewhat decently, she felt more confident to speak her mind, even though she was afraid.

"Did you honestly expect me to wear that torn up, dirty piece of scrap that you made of my dress? You have plenty of shirts to spare, and I seriously doubt these have ever been your pants." Claire spat at the alpha as she pointed to the purple leggings. "I found them thrown in the back of your closet! You probably don't even know who they belong to!"

Tyler snarled, lunging forward at her and near blind with fury. Realizing her mistake, Claire dropped to the ground and hid her face behind her hands as the alpha rogue loomed over her.

"I am alpha Tyler", he growled. "I can kill you if I choose and no one will stop me. I can use your body as I please and no one in this pack will intervene. You will do as I say, or you will suffer. Do you understand little girl?"

Claire whimpered in terror, realizing her mistake too late after she had already disrespected an alpha. A very dangerous alpha. A rogue.

"This is no way to treat your mate!" Claire whispered, a tear escaping down her face.

"You are not my mate!" He roared. "I refuse to claim you!" Alpha Tyler snarled. "Do you understand little brat?"

Claire gasped, taking in his words, fear winning over to the anger she felt raging inside at the injustice of her situation. In this moment Claire felt deeply hurt. This was not how things were supposed to be with her mate. And realizing just how bad of a situation she was in, she replied softly.

"Yes alpha".

"Good," he grunted, "I have taken you as a prisoner to be my bargaining chip Claire. If your father complies with my wishes, you will be returned to him. But he has wronged us greatly Claire, and I demand justice." Tyler's voice was harsh as he spoke, his muscles tense as if he might shift into his wolf or lash out violently at any point. He began pacing back and forth across the room, deep in thought.

"I'm not a brat", Claire mumbled.

"What? Speak up!" He yelled.

"I-I said I'm not a little brat!" Claire stuttered, seriously regretting having spoken given how he was staring daggers at her.

"Well, if you stop acting like a petulant child then maybe I won't treat you like one. If you do as you're told you will be treated well, I am your alpha now."

"And if I don't?" Claire asked, wincing and instantly wishing she could take back her question.

Tyler growled. "If you don't then I cannot protect you from the members of my pack that despise you because of your father", he spat.

Claire grimaced, "So I'm to be your slave now is that it? Pray tell, what has my father ever done to your pack to justify that you should treat me this way?"

"It does not concern you, female", he growled.

Claire whimpered in silence, afraid of the rogue and what he might do.

"Now, Mia will come in later and give you some work to do. Do not try and escape, for it is futile, and I will punish you." He warned menacingly.

And with that, he stormed out of the chamber, slamming the door shut behind him.

Claire's wolf whimpered in fear at his rejection.