Fated To The Ruthless Alpha

RIONA'S POV Tree branches slapped and scratched me, searing my skin as I ran through the thick woods. I was never so sure Luna Stacy wanted me dead. Or worse. To have me ruined by the slaves.I dared not look back. The wild laughter and howlings of my hunters were getting closer. It took everything I had to force my legs to keep moving, but my vision grew blurry. Each breath tasted of blood.“Riona, you can't hide from us!” one of the men dragged his voice, taunting me.”“Where are you, little puppy?”“Let me show them the puppy they are looking for!” My wolf roared in me, fighting and scratching to come to the surface.. “No! Stay low! Elara!” I jumped over a frosted rock and slipped while struggling other push her down. The last thing I needed now is for them to know I wasn’t wolfless. The fact that I was never wolfless. Having this wolf was worse than being wolfless. She was a killer, a beast out of control, the beginning of all my misfortune. Elara must have heard my blame, for

THERON'S POV I trudged behind her as she walked in unsteady steps towards the car. Vuk, my wolf hissed. ‘You jerk! Can’t you stop being such a stuck-up Alpha for a minute and go help your mate?’I let out a low growl from the corner of my lips. ‘She is not my mate, she doesn’t even have a wolf.’‘This is my mate— our mate Theron. We spent a good part of our lives searching for her.’ ‘I never looked out for her,’ I denied. Vuk clawed at my insides. A low groan roared in my chest as I approached her.Well, I was this close. This close to taking my word back. Vuk let his damn guards down, the instant we set eyes on this fragile, delicate thing.Albeit, she was the daughter of my pack's enemy. She could be a spy or something. Vuk snapped. ‘She doesn't seem that way to me,’ he purred, completely drowned in the sea of emotions. I hated—No. I loathed emotions. My jaw clenched. There was no such thing as a mate bond in my opinion. It was a useless spurge of energy, people imagined they fe

THERON'S POV. Vuk stirred cursing at me for the umpteenth time that morning. A surge of adrenaline, pumped through my blood vessels. My eyes remained fixed on the nape of her neck, boring deep holes into the delicate skin.Riona had just given off the indication that she was my mate. I cleared my throat, to suppress the strange emotion that fluttered in my chest. “The wounds should heal in two days max.” A streak of disgust flared in my chest at my casual tone.She slowly nodded, avoiding my gaze. Vuk scratched and gritted his fangs inside of me. After a beat of hesitation, I caved in and covered the small distance between us.I crouched down a little, so our heads were at the same level. I scoffed, mad at the tension that tightened my chest. My brows came together in a deep frown. “The next time you try to escape, I will put you in my private cell.” My tone was curt.Riona flinched. Batting her eyes. She nodded frantically silent most of the time. I snorted. Damnit! Damnit! Why does

RIONA'S POV Time stopped. And I could've sworn with everything I have, I saw lightning bolts splintered out of Alpha Theron's head. He grinded his teeth, infusing a deep sense of fear to my very core. Still, I managed to keep a straight face, despite the fear that spiralled through me. I couldn't let myself drown in the claws of fear. Especially not in the presence of this man, staring down on me with a cold gaze, and his subordinates, pacing the length of the open space. He tightened his grip around my hand, in a way that made the area with the most impact, flare with pain. I held back a groan that threatened to spill from the corner of my lips. “Please…let go. You're hurting me.” I pleaded. Much to my surprise, my voice came out shaky. One. Two. Three. Three beats passed, and he hesitantly let go. I collapsed to the ground. My veins trickled with equal parts apprehension, and equal parts relief. Alpha Theron, snarled. “Try that nonsense one more time, and I will scribble your n

RIONA'S POV Fatigue settled in my bones, I was so close to having fits of exhaustion. I winced in pain, and curled my legs close to my chest. The injuries inflicted on my body still ached. “Try not to be a nuisance, and maybe, just maybe I would reconsider my rules,” Her words dripped with sarcasm. She clapped her hands, and the door cracked open with a deafening scraping sound, that made me cause under my breath. A hefty six foot male, dressed in a black jacket, and a matching mask with the image of a skull drawn on it, stomped in. He bowed with a grunt. “Rocky, we have a new guest here. No harm comes to her—” she stopped mid-sentence, then continued in the same breath. “Alpha Theron's rule.” Rocky's eyes widened, and returned to normal. He pulled down his mask, revealing a wrinkled goatee, lining his mouth. “Yes ma!” His shoulders went stiff, I could literally see through the way his muscles bunched at Alpha Theron's name. Kanesha looked down at her wristwatch. “When is the ne