The Alpha’s Desire

Elena

“I don’t belong to you.” 

I must be stupid. A recessive omega rejecting a high ranking Alpha, and most of all, the Pack Leader who is known to be ruthless, but here I am, still in his tight hold, even with his dark brown eyes staring down at me as if to tell me ‘I’m done for’, I still speak against him. 

My heart thumped loudly in my chest, and my inner wolf claws at me to accept him, but that will make me more stupid. How can I accept chaos in my life? I am almost close to having the perfect life, the one that I had always dreamt of, yet this has come to ruin it all, and the moon goddess expects me to spread my arms open and just accept it? 

“Pardon me, but I have a mate already,” I say coldly, pressing my hands against his arms as I try to push myself away, only for me to be slammed against his chest more, as if he wants to get into me. 

“Did you not hear what I said?” 

His cold voice with his touch sends an electric current through my veins, a feeling I try to ignore as I struggle to release myself from his hold. 

“I don’t care who that other mate of yours is, but you are not returning to them,”

“Let me go,” I snarl in annoyance, but instead, he chuckles, and it kicks a bucket of anger within me. Is he having fun right now? Seeing the control he has over me must be thrilling for him.

“It’s only been a few hours, yet I can’t stop thinking about how your skin felt under mine. You left me at the hospital yesterday, and I wasn’t pleased, so I summoned you here for a simple talk. But it seems I don’t have to request for you to be mine anymore, the moon goddess must have found us compatible after our encounter last night, perhaps she has realized I am the right one for you.” He snickers. 

I wanted to be polite at first given that he’s the Leader of Blood Moon Pack, one of the greatest yet shittiest pack where discrimination can as well be their last name. 

Yes, I have always hated this pack. After everything I have been through, after all I have heard, I can never bring myself to like any feature of the pack, even if they are one of the greatest packs in Russia, I still loathe it. Which is why I was excited when I learnt my mate was from another pack, a pack with fewer members, a low-ranking pack, but filled with loving people, but now I am being shoved by the moon goddess to the Pack Leader, one I am barely interested about his name. 

I still do fear for my life, but what is the point of living if it has to be with this narcistic Dominant Alpha. 

“I don’t want to be with you, so let me go,” I say with gritted teeth, and his expression changed, his eyes darkened, and in the blink of my own eyes, I am slammed against the wall. 

We are in a large, spaced room, and I cannot tell if it is a living room or an exhibition space, and I am surprised how quick he is to slam me against the wall. 

One minute we are in the center of the large, spaced room, and the next minute I am against the wall with his hands tightly wrapped around my throat while I struggle to breathe. 

“Do I need to remind you that I am not just your alpha as a mate, but also your alpha as the leader of this pack?” He growls. 

“How can a recessive omega have a choice? You are to thank the moon goddess that you are fated to be with me, do you know how many of your kind are trying to lick my feet?” 

His words hurt, it hurts more than I wanted it to. 

I’ve heard so many people say this, but it never hurt this way, I never felt this disappointed. And now I hate that his words are getting to me, I hate that I feel such an emotion for him, all because he’s my mate. 

“S-stop,” I choke out, but he squeezes harder, and I’m almost certain I would die in his hands today. 

“You are going to listen to me. You. are. Mine. And if you don’t want your family or any of your loved ones to suffer and pay for your stubbornness, you better behave well for me.”

My heart throbs in my chest, and I suddenly prefer him choking me while he speaks, at least it can be a great excuse for letting out the tears growing at the back of my eyes rather than admitting I’m hurt by his words. 

“I would rather die than be with you,” I spit through gritted teeth, and he smirks as if enjoying my fight. 

“Dead corpse don’t bother me, I can fuck you anyway, dead or alive” He mutters. 

How can a living being, one with a heart, say such? How can he think such? Now I understand why he’s rumored as the psychopathic alpha, he must be sick in his brain. 

The hand around my throat is released just when everywhere is beginning to turn white. My knees buckle and my legs give up on me, leaving me to fall to the ground while I cough and gasp for air. 

“Pardon my bad manners, let’s start with an introduction. Even if you know about me, it’s only right I introduce myself as a gentleman,” He drawls and I am in disbelief. He certainly can’t be in the same sentence with ‘a gentleman’, he's far from that. 

“Mikhail Sokolov, the Leader of the Blood Moon Pack. I’m sure you are not in your right mind to introduce yourself, thankfully, your data is on my desk and it was a pleasure getting to know about you…” 

His words sink into my skin, and my chest tightens at the fact I am truly mated to this monster, a stalker, a psychopath. 

I lock my gaze on him, my head unmoving, pain flickering in my eyes.

“...Elena” 

The psychopath really stalked me just after a few hours. Could this be my karma for saving him last night? If I had not sneaked to the forest to meet my fiancé, I wouldn't have met him. Could this be karma for disobeying my mother and planning to marry and run off with the Beta they loathed?

“What do you want from me?” 

He certainly cannot just want to be with me, for a psychopathic Alpha, there must be something more that’s making him this possessive over a mere recessive omega.

He smirks at my question and walks over to one of the couches, a distance away from me, a smirk proudly plastered on his face.

“Good question, now where shall we start from?”