The Curse Of An Alpha *MATURE*

Chapter 6; death is a mercy that is not always granted.

Thanks so much for 4000 reads! that means a lot! I have decided on an updating schedule- I will be posting every Friday, Sunday and Tuesday as a MINIMUM meaning that if I feel like it, and if time allows, I will update between those times too. Honestly, when I wrote the first chapter I didn't expect to the love the story as much as I do. I think it's my most favourite one yet. 

This chapter is long and it took me a while to write, primarily because I found it difficult to describe the ending scene. and thus it may not be perfect. I will edit it in a few days. Hope you enjoy.

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Pain engulfed her body and embraced her senses. She lingered between realities, blurring between awake and dead.

Alice felt her body sway, arms were wrapped around her small frame and the smell of rain and musk filled her lungs. Her mouth opened on instinct- a part of her had missed that smell for so long. Yet a small part of her, that part that had lived and breathed into her conscious mind for the past year, knew that the scent could only be associated with her biggest nightmare.

But she couldn't shout or scream or move. She was incapable of running away again. Everything hurt.

Everything inside her was on fire, her head, her lungs, her arm...a whimper escaped her. 

Her eyes remained closed as his hands smoothed her hair away. She felt him purr, the gentle vibrations soothing and comforting.

Alice didn't want to be soothed. She wanted to scream and yell in anger at the world, at the beyond. Yet she knew that there was no life after death. If there was then someone must truly hate her guts to put her through this.

The sound of a roaring engine and the feel of the wind reached her. Something stirred within her, something cold and dark that wanted to hurt the wolves around her. Alice was placed down on a small surface.

When the feel of his arms was gone, her eyes opened. 

Then, the pain hit her full force. A scream made its way out of her throat. Her eyes filled with tears as the fire spread from her veins to her organs and then to her muscles... She barely registered the plane take off as the pain came in waves. 

 He was taking her. He had found her.

Sobs escaped her mouth as a man in a white apron and bald head appeared in front of her. "Shh, it's ok. I'm going to help you," she caught the sight of a syringe in his hand.

Alice thrashed and screamed as he tried to hold her down. She didn't want any of that near her. The urge to flee and escape was overwhelming. Her body was trying to cave in on itself. 

Perhaps death would be a mercy on her.

And then he came and she knew that no mercy would be made. His rough hands pushed her down onto the table she had been laid on, his eyes were wide and worried as without a doubt she looked like a feral animal. It was his fault. His damn fault. "Shh," he whispered soothing words yet they only made her mind and soul burn.

She didn't want this. She didn't want him.

Alice reached out with her claws to grip the doctor by his throat- Colden held her arms down, shouting for the man to hurry up.

The needle pierced her skin and her world began to blur. Yet she did not want this. He smoothed her hair down but she couldn't react, couldn't move.

"It's going to be ok," he muttered as his lips brushed her sweat covered forehead.

It wasn't going to be ok. Not when he had her.