Save Me, Alpha

Chapter 3: The Alpha

"He's here!" Someone calls. He? The Alpha? Death is getting closer and closer to me. "Come, mutt, it's time to meet your fate," the beta states, pulling me by the rope around my wrist. The material burned my wrists more, digging into my skin, causing blood to run down my wrists.
We reach stairs and if someone weren't pulling me, I would've collapsed. Food and water was scarce for me. I'm pretty much skin and bones now. I probably had ugly scars running down my body, though it doesn't matter if I'm about to die.
The door opens and I see that the sky is dark but clear. Stars shine, and the moon's rays glow through the trees, casting shadows on to the ground.
I'm pulled forward, and I cry out in pain from the rope cutting further into my wrists. I hear a couple of chuckles and I think to myself, 'how can people be so cruel?'
We enter a house-more like a mansion- and walk up stairs. The beta stops in front of two huge mahogany doors, and knocks. "Enter," a rough voice states. The sound of it sent chills down my spine.
The door opens and I'm thrown to the floor in the middle of the room. "The prisoner you were informed about, Alpha," the beta tells him. "Look at me," the alpha's voice held power and authority, so much so that I obeyed instantly, but yet still cowered away.
The person before me was big, both in muscles and height. He had dark hair, and then my eyes met his. Everything froze. It seemed as if time wanted to just stop and let me live a little longer. What broke me out of the trance was a thunderous snarl that filled the room. I shrunk back in fear, and began shaking like a little kid. "Untie her!" The alpha growls, again, literally. I felt someone cut the ropes off of my wrists and I bring my arms forward, seeing the raw and bloody skin around my wrists. "Leave!" His voice thunders to the men behind me.
I hear the door click shut and I look up at the man in front of me. "What's your name?" He asks gently. I was both terrified and mystified at the sudden change of behavior. "Kylie," I answer hoarsely. Almost as if suddenly realizing my state, he pours a glass of water quickly and hands it to me.
I take it and drink it thirstily, the water soothing my raw throat. Nights of screaming and crying caused my throat to become damaged, and the water helped a lot.
I finish, and hand the cup back, though I was still thirsty. "You want more?" He asks. I look at the jug of water and lick my dry lips, but then shake my head. A low rumbling sound comes from him, "don't lie." I wince, and then nod. He pours another full glass and I drink that down quickly.
After my third glass, he sets the cup down on the desk and walks towards me. He reaches his hand down, and I flinch back, bringing my hand to my face to block the blow. "Kylie," his voice said my name gently, carefully. I lower my hand slowly, and look up at him. His eyes looked sad, "let me help you, please." I look at his hand, then back up at him, and shake my head. "Then I'll get the doctor to come to you," he states. I shake my head, and take his hand. He lifts me off of the ground carefully. "Can you walk?" He asks, and I shrug. "Well, let's not take chances of you falling and getting hurt," he says. He puts his arms around me and I panic. I jump back, then fall on the floor, landing on my butt.
His eyes held hurt as he approached me cautiously, "I'm not going to hurt you. No one's going to hurt you anymore, Kylie, I promise." I back away from him, my back hitting a couch, "please, don't hurt me." "I'm not, I want to help you get better," he tells me. I feel tears run down my cheeks, "that's what they said." "They're liars, Kylie, but I won't let them touch you again. Okay?" He informs. "Now, let's get you to the doctor." I look at him warily before standing. My knees give way and he lifts me up, carrying me.
We walk downstairs, and the Beta begins to approach us, but the same rumbling sound as before vibrates through his chest, and he yells, "get away!" The beta cowers back and moves away.
The Alpha opens a door and walks down stairs and I begin to panic again. "No, no, I can't go back down, no please. I beg you, please, they'll-" "Kylie, it's okay, the doctor is down here. This is the basement. I promise you won't go back to the cells again," he interrupts me, his arms tightening on me. The action caused me to relax a bit, though I was still wary of my surroundings.
We reach a lit up, white, room and the alpha sets me on to a metal table, "I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to get the doctor." I nod, and he looks at me carefully before walking behind a wall.
A few moments later, he returns with an older-looking woman. She gasps and walks quickly over to me. "Lie down, sweety," she tells me softly. I look at the Alpha and he nods his approval. I lie down carefully and the woman lifts my shirt a little. I hear te rumbling again, and turn and look at the alpha. His eyes turned a dark color, and his jaw clenched along with his fists. "Alpha?" I question. He closes his eyes at my voice and takes a deep breath. When his eyes reopen, they're back to their silver-blue color. "Sorry," he apologizes. "We'll put in stitches, then wrap them, okay, honey?" The woman asks. I nod. "Okay, wait here, I'll be back," she states, then walks off. "Why are you so kind to me, alpha?" I ask. "Don't call me alpha," he instructs gently. "What should I call you then?" I question. The edges of his lips turn up a little, "Bryce."
The woman returns and gets to work. After a while, she's done, and white bandages covered my midsection and all of the other places with large, deep cuts. "Thanks, Maggie," Bryce states. She nods, "you're welcome. It was nice to meet you, Kylie." I give her a curt nod. She turns back to Bryce, "make sure she gets lots of rest and doesn't stress the stitches." He nods, "I will."
I go to get off by myself, but Bryce stops me, "you're not walking." "I can walk, I'm not crippled," I reply. I climb down carefully, and limp up the stairs. "I'll take you to a place you can sleep, okay?" He says. I nod. We walk up stairs, and he leads me through the house and back up the stairs.
He leads me down the hall and then opens a door. The bedroom was huge. There was a couch and TV on one end, a full bathroom and walk in closet on the other, and a king sized bed in the middle. There was also a balcony. "Make yourself comfortable," he states. "Can I lie down?" I ask awkwardly. He smiles at me, "go ahead, you can do whatever you want."
I walk over to the bed and lie on it. The bed felt like it was made of feathers. "This feels amazing. Especially after sleeping on the ground with my hands above my head for a month and a week. There's a rumbling sound again, and I look at Bryce, "what is that noise? The one you keep making?" He looks away from me, "nothing." "Bryce," I say in a warning tone. He looks back at me, "I can't tell you, Kylie. Not yet." I huff, but climb under the covers and snuggle into the pillow.
They smell good. They smell like...him. A mix of pine and another smell I can't pin. I feel the hair move out of my face, and open my eyes tiredly. "Go to sleep, Kylie. You need rest," Bryce says gently. He runs his thumb across my cheek gently, then turns to leave. "Bryce," I call. He turns and looks at me, "yeah?" "Don't leave, I'm scared," I tell him sheepishly. He smiles a little, then walks back towards me, climbing on the bed next to me, "I won't leave. Ever." "Don't say that. Everyone leaves eventually, one way or another. So, you'd be lying to me," I state. He frowns, but then replies, "well, as long as I'm able to, I won't leave you."
I close my eyes and the sweet thing known as sleep, consumes me.