Three

ELENA 

“Hello Kitten.” He growled softly, giving me a predatory look. 

I sobbed as he advanced towards me, my body trembled when he finally stopped in front of me. I thought it was only ugly people who do bad things, I was called a freak for the way I look, and the way I act. But this man, he’s so beautiful…how could he be so cruel? How could he kill someone, one of his own without flinching? 

“I’ll give you some time to put yourself together, someone will be here to fetch you, we have something to discuss.” He winked at me, striding away like nothing happened. 

I slowly slid down the ground, burying my face into the palm of my hand as I wept. I couldn’t really understand why I was crying, probably because I finally understood the depth of danger I was in. If he could kill one of his own like that, without showing mercy, without blinking or flinching then who the heck am I? Or my Dad or the innocent people he has locked up in a cell? 

“Miss Powers, Don’t cry. Chief is still alive, I think they keep him in a cell with the others but he’s alive.” Larry assured me, thinking I was carrying over my Dad. 

I was crying over the fact that we were all doomed. The person that was sent to fetch me arrived shortly after, I didn’t miss the disgusting look on her face as she stared at me, she didn’t bother hiding it. 

“Alpha had instructed me to come and fetch you, if you’re wise and you value your pathetic life then you will come with me no question asked.” With that, she walks away, leaving me no choice but to follow her. 

The place was built like a manor with us passing several buildings before we arrived at the main one. I called it the main one because of how many guards were patrolling the place. I followed the lady into the house, keeping my face down. Even by doing that, I could still feel their eyes digging holes into my body from all sides. 

We climbed up the stairs, cornered into a dimmed hallway and stopped at the first door, she knocked on the door, and then turned away. I wanted to run after her but reminded myself there was no one I could trust around here. If their leader wanted to speak to him, I'd gladly do so until he let my father go. I doubt he’s the one to make bargains but I was going to die anyway so I might as well try. 

“Crawl in Kitten.” Instructed his voice. 

“Huh?” The word slips out of my mouth even though I heard him loud and clear. 

“Crawl in, that’s the only way I’m allowing you in.” He responded, leaving no room for argument. 

I went down on all fours, pushing the door open, I crawled inside. It was a dining room with old fashioned furnitures. He sat at the far head of the table like a king or something with a feast in front of him. He motioned for me to stand up and I did, waiting on the next order like an obedient servant. 

“Look at me.” 

I looked up at him, swallowing the sobs that threaten to break free. I held eye contact. Although his eyes were a beautiful shade of grey but they were icy and filled with no emotions, there was no ounce of human emotions in him whatsoever and that scared me. Would my classmate consider him a freak? I doubt that they'd be too busy fawning over him to care about the fact that he was a monster. 

“Closer.” His voice deepened. 

I did as instructed, moving closer until I was standing in front of him. He stood up, causing me to step away from his towering form. He smirked down at me before he pulled out the seat next to him, making a silent gesture, he ordered me to sit down. 

“You intrigued me, Kitten.” He remarked, going back to his seat. 

“Please, let me go. I promise you, we haven’t done anything wrong. Let us go and I promise we won’t tell the government about you, about this place… you have my word on that.” I pleaded, hoping he could see how sincere I was. 

He chuckles, pushing back against his chair and flexing his biceps at me in the process. I glared at him, my pleas, begging were nothing but amusement to him. 

“What do you want from me?” I demanded, standing up to my feet. “The lab code? Research papers? Or Wolf lab secrets? I’ll tell you this, you’ve kidnapped the wrong person because I know nothing about any of those things. I’m just a college student with nothing to offer you.” 

“Nothing to offer me?” He also stood up, backing me against one of the chairs. “You have so much to offer me, kitten, can you not tell?” His eyes slide over my face, down to my lips, my breasts and even lower. 

Against my will, my breath deepened as I understood the meaning behind his words. “I would rather die than let a monster whose hands are stained with blood touch me.” I whispered, holding eye contact. 

He growled, stepping away from me. For a split second, I thought he would snap me in half, like he did to the guard. In a way, I wanted him to because he could decide he wants me regardless and force himself on me, so death is the easier option and I would choose that before I let him touch me. 

“I love that fire.” He moaned at the back of his throat, making my eyes go wide. “You're a perfect kitten, I know you will be. All that fire, anger, hatred, you were made for me!” 

Before I could react, he buried his face in my neck, sniffing me in a way that made me gasp. My hand shot out to push him away but he didn’t budge. His scents consumed me, he’s everywhere and I could feel him everywhere. Against my will, a moan slipped out of my mouth which seemed to drive him crazy because he got sloppy, burying his face deeper into my neck and kissing me there. 

My hand went into his hair, I yanked it hard, hoping to inflict pain on him and that would make him stop. Instead, he moans into my neck which in return made me moan too. God! I hate him! I hate this! I whimpered, a broken sob caught in my throat, it’s like he knew what to do with his tongue on my neck and I hated how responsive my body was. 

When he finally pulled away, we were both panting heavily. Tears rolled down my face and he reached down and licked it, his tongue following the tear trail on my face. 

I pushed him away. “You’re a sick bastard!” I cried. 

“I agree.” He replied, taking a step away from me. “Does your opinion of me still stand? Will you become my woman?”

“No! I'd rather die than become your woman!” I hissed. 

“I was hoping you would say so Kitten, I mean where is the fun of you agreeing so easily? Well, you will soon know I have ways of getting what I want.” He winked, a manic smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

I shivered, wrapping my arms protectively around myself. “Where’s my Dad? If you hurt him…” 

“You will? What are you going to do, kitten? Scratch me? You should know I’ll enjoy that. I shall enjoy anything you do to me which is why it would be better if you get settled into the idea of being my woman because one way or the other, whether willingly or unwillingly you will become mine!” He declared with a possessiveness and determination that shocked and scared me at the same time!