Chased By The Psychopathic Alpha

Elena

Twenty years of living in the dark, twenty years of hiding away, yet I have still managed to find myself in trouble.

I truly want to stay away and mind my business, that has been my way of surviving as a recessive omega. Since we are the cursed species, dangerous living beings to have around.

What a funny world, the actual dangerous ones are out there flaunting their nature, assaulting my kind, yet they still call us dangerous and cursed. 

The resentment is the reason I am reluctant to help the man before me. He’s slumped against the tree, almost lifeless, with a knife pierced into his abdomen. It’s clear someone must have stabbed him, but I am in no way interested in how he got to this point. 

What was I expecting from following the forest back home under this heavy rain instead of the main road? Perhaps it’s because of the fact that regardless of which path I choose to follow, if it is in the Moon goddess's list to send a monster my way, escaping it will likely be impossible.

I cannot sense any pheromones because of the rain; however, from his muscular build, I can tell he’s an alpha. I sigh and crouch down to meet the man’s gaze. 

I’m supposed to be away from trouble, what the hell am I doing? I’m in no state to pity someone, when I’m already the definition of pity

But still…

“I’m going to help you out of here, can you hear me?” I say loudly so my voice can burst through the heavy sound of rain hitting the earth's surface, but the injured man only lifts his gaze to mine, and I don’t fail to miss the flicker of glee in his eyes. Though it’s gone like it was never there, but the chill down my spine is enough evidence that there’s something about this man. Something I should not be curious about. 

I finally listen to the part of me that has been screaming for me to just leave. My wedding is just in three days, I’ve gone through twenty years of living, and I cannot afford to bring chaos into my life now. 

However, rough hands grip my wrist, almost pulling me down to him. I try to wriggle my hand away from his hold, but the injured man still seems to have enough strength. The umbrella held by my other hand is now on the ground, slowly taken away by the wind. 

I watch in terror as the man groans in pain while he stands to his feet with the support of the tree, almost towering over me now. My heart sinks realizing I might not live to attend my wedding. This man is certainly an Alpha, and if I’m not mistaken…a dominant Alpha. 

“Take me to the pack’s hospital,” He growls, and I shiver at his deep voice. 

“Let me go.”

“I won’t let you go if you don’t listen, or I might do worse. It won’t be bad to have a companion guide me to hell, if you can’t help me to the hospital.” 

His words cause my eyes to widen, my body shivering with cold and fear. His grip and his dark gaze tells me he’s damn serious and I can’t risk disagreeing. Besides, it’s just helping him get to the hospital, there won’t be another encounter. And I am convinced when he falls unconscious and I drop him off at the hospital entrance. 

I had managed to use my bike, after tying his limp body to mine while I pushed forward under the rain. So much hassle but it’s worth it, given I’m saving a life and I won’t encounter him again, neither will I repeat any mistake that will jeopardize my peaceful living. 

But the next morning, I am awakened by the pack guards requesting I come with them. 

“Can you please tell me what happened? My daughter is innocent” Mother is already on her knees begging for mercy before the guards who look as if their hearts are made of stones and they are born with a cold expression. My father on the other hand is behind me repeating the same question. 

“What have you done to bring the pack guards to our home, Elena?” 

I can not bring myself to respond to my father’s question, my mind is blank while I roam my eyes around the people now gathered around father’s house. Perhaps, they are curious as to what a peaceful family would have done to attract the Pack guards. 

The pack guards only visits small homes when a member has comitted a grave crime. 

Could it be that I have been framed for murder? It’s easy to drop blames on a recessive omega, we are the weak ones, the easy targets that can barely speak for themselves. And the thought of last night is enough to increase the possibility of that happening to me. 

“My daughter is a recessive omega, she can’t harm anyone, she has been living quietly, she even refused to attend school because she didn’t want to become a nuisance…” My mother goes on, and now I can feel my senses return. This is truly humiliating. 

I wanted to attend school, but my Beta parents claimed I would be a nuisance to them and seduce every one of my Alpha classmates, and of course I believed them. I was naive. I am still naive. 

“Take me” I blurt as I walk up to the guards who seem grateful for me to agree now. 

“What are you doing Elena?!” Father yells from behind, and I don’t bother to turn back, not that it doesn’t hurt to leave my family, but I was better of gone anyways. 

My parents are the typical example of a traditional parents, as much as they loved me, their ways were wrong and it made me dislike them. 

I can feel my heart thump against my chest as we near the pack executive building. This might be my final day on earth. It just hurts that I cannot spend it with the love of my life. 

My heart drops as we pass the executive building, my eyes widening while I watch the large building recede behind while the car keeps moving. 

“Where are you taking me to?” I panic, but none of the Pack guards say a word to me. I should struggle and find my way out of this car, the air doesn’t feel right. 

If I had done something wrong, if truly I am being summoned, it should be to the Pack executive building, that is were I am supposed to be judged by the authorities, so why?

“You are not being arrested ma’am” One of the guards finally speaks up, but it doesn’t help ease my perturbed nerves that have left me quivering in fear. 

“Then where are you taking me to?” I question.

“To meet the Pack Leader, he has requested your presence.” 

The Pack Leader? How is that possible? What does a poor recessive omega have to do with the Pack Leader? It sounds unbelievable. 

I have never once seen the Pack Leader. I do know the Pack Leader now is the younger son of the late ex-Pack Leader, and he’s known to be not just brutal, but he might as well be a psycho that goes around exiling people who breathe wrong before him. And I am about to meet that psycho?

Oh, Moon goddess, just help me this one time. I know you hate me, but just this once. I still want to get married, my mate is out there, preparing for our wedding day, yet I am here, probably about to be exiled. 

The guards leads me through the Manor, where the Alpha is awaiting me and all I can think about is my finace however, my thoughts are put to a halt when I am faced with broad shoulders against me. 

And I hate that the body structure of this person is familiar. But what I hate the most is that I can sense his scent, and my inner wolf is excited at the scent. 

Having two mates is not a shocking event in this era. I’ve heard stories of destiny switching and mate changing. It’s insane, I also find it insane and sick, why get another mate when I’m already settled with the other.

“Well, well, well…”

That voice. It can’t be. 

I watch in terror as the tall and muscular man turns to me in slow motion, his face coming to view and sending me staggering backward. 

How?

“Turns out my savior is my mate” He says the obvious with a sly grin while he approaches me and I can only stand still trying to fight the urge to inhale his sandalwood scent. 

But it’s impossible when he’s standing close to me, so close that my heart feels as if it’s about to explode. 

And then he leans, his warm breath hitting my nape and before I can regain my senses, I’m dragged closer to him, with his hand wrapped tightly around my waist, while he continues to trail his nose along my nape. 

I can slowly feel the peace I’ve managed to keep for so long breaking as he speaks. 

“Prepare yourself, omega. For you are mine now”