Alpha Prisoner

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God you don't know how many times I've rewritten this book trying to make it perfect before I published it.

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For a single moment, a mere moment in time and space I felt fearful. I didn't understand why he was my mate, why I had been graced with such a despicable curse. I couldn't even comprehend the thought to being fated to a monster who had ruthlessly killed one of my pack members, he had killed poor Koby without a second thought, brushing off the incident as if it were a routine to him. My heart thundered against my chest as I cautiously took another step back, away from the rogue who I was destined to love, the rogue that had manage to strike fear into my being with a single movement, the rogue that had managed to leave me in a state of pure witlessness in a matter of moments. Golden eyes pierced through my soul, as if they were inspecting it, determining its worth, determining the worth of my very essence, the purest form of me.

"Name?" His demanding voice sent shivers up the cortex of my spine, the roughness adding to the illusion of power as his glare stared straight through me, his mate, the girl who was basically forced to love him no matter what his flaws may be. His intimidating form made me feel incredibly small, the desire to crawl into my bed and cry over my unfortunate circumstances growing at a phenomenal rate. My limbs felt like jelly, all I could feel was the hunger crawling through my veins and the very disgust at my own cravings.

"Nyx," I muttered, batting my lashes down to look down at the earthen flooring, his perfectly pigmented eyes boring into me thoroughly, making a small self conscious bell ring in my head, I couldn't help my natural fear of being deemed unworthy by people, but the fear of disappointing my own mate seemed to make all my other insecurities pale in comparison. I had always had a firm belief that I wasn't entirely ugly and had a charm that people had yet to see, my beauty not being outright in any way as of yet, being given my unusual facial structure was both a blessing and a curse, a means of teasing as a child and a boring old compliment from the elderly as I passed by.

"Nyx," he repeated, his voice like a rough silk, causing my heart to ripple at the sound of his delectable voice. He placed a gentle hand under my nervously shaking chin and pushed my head up to meet his gaze. His golden gaze. His gorgeous eyes glittering in the light of day sending a silent shudder of ecstasy running through the nerves in my brain. They were an impossible shade of pure riches, a beauty unknown to man, the image I had gotten of the precious orbs was one I chose to ingrain in my memory forever, the sight drawing a love struck sigh from my lips and forcing my heart to palpitate far too quickly. The colour having been mixed expertly by the goddess, made for him, made for a beautiful man with a sinful soul. His warm hand on the base of my skull loosened its grip on me however the sparks that danced across my skin remained at the same intensity as before. His lightest of touches enough to ignite a path for an abundance of electrical currents, flooding my senses with the pure feel of his penetrating gaze and his physical slight contact. I flushed a light shade of red resembling my natural blush at his intense stare, thankful for the strands of hair messily curtaining my face doing little to cover up my sparse blush but allowing me to feel slightly more comfortable. His fixated gaze made me feel nervous and as if I were being judged, I wanted to stop him from analysing me so intensely but I couldn't, I couldn't help that desire within me that just wanted him to read my soul and do as he pleased with what he found.

I offered my mate a small unprotected smile, breaking my walls down slightly to see if I could get through to my rogue mate. His expression softened at the sight of my grin and for a second I thought he could change, thought that he would become a model citizen, for me.

"Get the fuck off my daughter, filthy rogue!" The dominant voice of my dad rung out through the air but I was surprised to see that even my father's Alpha tone remained powerless against the resistance of my mate. He growled at my dad, holding onto my arm possessively yet kept his grip light and loose, I assume as to not hurt me and I appreciated the thought. He rubbed his thumb against my skin and gave me an apologetic glance regarding me with a short disdain and I could feel the imminent sadness from his need to depart begin to settle in the dark pits of my stomach. His eyes held his promise, he'd find me again very soon. I brought my eyes down and trusted his silent promise and dawdled over to my father leaving the side of my destiny and offered him a sweet distraction so he could escape my father's clutches. I pulled my arms around my dad's neck and hugged him, making sure his penetrating gaze was blocked from my mate and feigned a loud sob. I knew my father's paternal instincts would kick in at the sound of his young's sobs and as much as I defeated myself for it, I weened off it and used it to my advantage. I knew my mate was in the wrong, my father didn't make people rogues for no reason but I still had the overpowering urge to protect him from all harm, even if I couldn't protect myself. I felt the tensed muscles of my father and knew he was in an internal debate on whether or not to comfort me or get the rogue that threatened his pack's safety in the first place but when I could sense the tension relax I knew he had chosen to comfort me. Slowly, my fake sobs died down as the reassuring rubs on my back from my dad calmed my senses and some real sniffles began to grace my being.