The Hybrid Alpha

~THREE~

EARLIER ON...

I jolted awake, a sharp throbbing pain pulsing through my head. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me and my mouth felt like sandpaper. I stifled a cough, glancing down to find my hand bound to a wooden chair, a cold tube inserted into my wrist. A wave of pain shot through me as I tried to move, my arm feeling alarmingly limp, as if it belonged to someone else.

Panic surged within me as I find my legs tied to my chair as well. I almost laugh as I take in my surrounding which was 3 stone walls with a silver coated bar in front of me. I watched my blood running from the tube and realised someone was draining me.

FUCKING DRAINING ME!!!

Just then a buff man with black hair and dull brown eyes opened the lock, slides the barred door and walks to me.

"Don't move," he speaks in a gruff tone and I freeze as I watch his exact moves.

He yanked the needle from my wrist and quickly untied me, his movements precise and deliberate. With a swift gesture, he rose to his feet, motioning for me to follow. Did he really trust me? It felt surreal. I trailed behind him, absorbing the rustic atmosphere thick with the scents of sweat, blood, and death that clung to the air like a shroud.
A chill ran down my spine as we ascended a long staircase, finally arriving at imposing double doors. This place was a bloody fortress; every few meters, a guard loomed, eyes scanning for threats, making it clear that escape would be anything but easy.

The two werewolves by the door nod their head and mumble, "Beta Heithen", I raise my eyebrows as his rough hands grabs my forearm as we walk outside to a cobalt footpath.

I could feel my eyes widen as I took in the fortress-like mansion before me. It felt as if I was approaching a modern castle, intricately laced with vintage charm, its towering walls and ornate details drawing me in with an irresistible allure. The breathtaking beauty of it all left me momentarily speechless, a sense of awe washing over me. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a chuckle to my left and I realised that I had voiced my admiration aloud.

"He's going to like you," he says, his tone matter-of-fact, narrowing his eyes at me with an unsettling intensity. A wave of discomfort washes over me and I instinctively glance down, realising I'm still wearing last night's outfit, the fabric clinging to me as if to remind me of the chaos I'd just escaped.

WAIT. LAST NIGHT. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN.

I clear my throat and turn to see 'Heithen' with his eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"How long was I out for?" After hearing my shaky breath and the only sound of my boots against the now gravel path, I was staring at the dusky pink sky when he speaks,

"Only a couple of hours, which is odd. Usually it would take about a day or two to wake up from your state." What did he mean by my state? Then he masks his face with a blank expression as the guards open the doors leading us to a beautiful inner.

The ceiling soared overhead, creating an expansive sense of grandeur, as we were met by what I assumed was a butler. Clad in a crisp tuxedo, he extended his arm, gesturing us toward the magnificent marble-floored staircase. Heithen pulled me along, our boots producing soft echoes that punctuated the eerie silence enveloping us. It made me wonder if the rest of the castle echoed this same unsettling quiet. We finally reached a lounging area, where oak double doors stood to my right, while to my left, a small kitchen revealed a gleaming coffee machine and neatly arranged utensils, hinting at a semblance of normalcy amidst the opulence.

He let's go of my arm and strides into the room. I catch a glimpse of it with a fireplace, leather white sofas, a matte black desk and a colossal chair with a furry headrest before he shuts it close.

At this point, I was already tired and hungry. Soon enough he walks out with a brown file and walks up the marble stairs that probably leads to the third floor. I follow behind him knowing there would be no escaping the freakin' mega sized guards. We end up in a slender hallway which overlooked the entrance down below. Woah, we were pretty up into the unknown which made my tummy do flip-flops.

We take a left and I see an elevator straight ahead, we both get in while I stand there in awkwardness wanting get out of my dress. As for Heithen, he was fucking glaring holes to the side of my head. I was facing him when the doors of the other side of the elevator opens, as in behind me.
It surprised me a little but I covered it with an equally neutral glare pointed at Heithen.

He smirks when my eyeballs almost roll out of my sockets. Holy mother of Jesus.
There stood the Greek God.

He was shirtless and wore Nike grey shorts for he was weight-lifting, every single vein popped out of his strong biceps and forearms. Beads of sweat trailed down his chest as I gawk at his Fuckin' eight packs! There was ink on his right side, down by the torso and a paragraph of writing in another language by his collar bone which looked sexy as fuck.

His slightly long, thick hair clung to his forehead, igniting an urge within me to push it back and reveal those alluring, piercing hazel eyes. As he looked up, time seemed to stand still; he halted, acknowledging my presence like a predator sizing up its prey. His gaze raked down my body, lingering tantalizingly on my legs before finally locking onto my blue-greenish eyes. The intensity of the moment crackling in the air between us.

I turn to look at Heithen when I hear an intimidating voice bounce off the glass walls as I turn my undivided attention to the creature. No way.

"Heithen." The Greek God stood tall, grabs a bottle and takes a sip of water.

He turns his attention to Heithen and takes the file from him before narrowing his eyes and on instinct Heithen nods his head and breathes out, "Alpha", before returning to the elevator and leaving me here with an intimidating Alpha.

He pulls on a black shirt and strides over to me, leaving the file on a near by bench. I thank the moon goddess that he did put on a shirt or else I would have jumped him, his perfectly chiseled chest and abs.

What in the world was happening to me?

He stands dangerously close to me when I notice his pupils dilate as he spoke with questioning eyes.

"Who are you?",

I remain silent as he tilts his head and crosses his arms, making his biceps bulge from his tight shirt. Surprised that I even spoke, I reply in a curious tone,
"the real question is who are you?"

"I guess we will find out soon enough...but for now I want you to get cleaned up." He states with a blank expression.

I raise my eyebrows at him and feel my cheeks flush deep when I hear my stomach grumble. I look up at him sheepishly, hating the way he makes me feel and say almost above a whisper, "Do you have food?"

He nods, his head tilting slightly as he strides toward the elevator, and I can't help but follow, a mix of intrigue and caution swirling within me. That smirk tugging at his lips sends a jolt through me—was he toying with me?
Now he was a puzzle I wanted to figure out. Perhaps I could leverage his confidence to regain my own footing and make a break for it.

(His pupil dialating is a sign that he was compelling her (He's a hybrid) but in this case 'trying' is what's meant) :)

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