4 - Never Dare The Suicidal

GREY'S POV

"You realize you can just say sorry instead of acting all stiff and unresponsive?" For the fourth time, I look over my shoulder to see Prime Alpha Nikolai's commander. His height is towering compared to mine with his eyes set on the lane.

Now that I see him clearly, he looks even more rugged. He wouldn't be ugly to me if he paid a little attention to his skin and smiled more. He looks like he wants to kill something, maybe me because I wouldn't shut up. I talk more when I'm nervous, either mumbling or speaking gibberish.

As we pass more hallways, my mind screams at me. We must be getting close. I can't see him! I can't see Nikolai! Gosh, I mean, Alpha Prime Nikolai. I have no right to call him by his name.

Then an idea sparks. I'm really going to die if this fails. As expected, Trevor pushed forward when I slow down.

"You see, at the academy, I had many enemies, but one was top of the list. Mrs. Dominion." The Delta grunts behind me. "Oh, don't tell me you're bored already. Anyway, one time, in my many failed escapes, I used a pepper spray on her. Wanna guess what happened?"

My chest tightens but then, fvck it! I dip one hand into the dry pepper powder and, sharply turning around, I slam it into his face.

"She screamed!" I yell just as he yelps and loses his balance.

Nervousness kicks in as I run away. My legs shake, my eyes bat, and my hands tremble as I ramble from one space into the next. I have no idea where to go exactly. Every turn I make leads me back to somewhere that looks familiar. It's a loop.

But I can't give up. My throat burns from heavy panting, and my muscles cry from tiredness.

Eventually, I enter a balcony at the cliff of one of the wings and I gasp.

"Holy sh*t!"

The castle is embedded in the middle of a forest that spreads out into the far distance. Like real fantasy, an ocean drags to the left. The crashing waves send forward a salty scent, and at the start of the forest is a cemetery. My heart thuds when I see that.

Quickly, I step away from the cliff and hit my back against a brick… someone. I jump when I see him.

Prime Alpha Nikolai Blackwell.

And he looks grim. Deadly eyes of his rolls down to size me up, face flat and expressionless, and his hair covers a large part of his forehead. And he's shirtless. He's sweating. He must have been exercising. I swallow a large lump that hurts my throat. My thoughts spiral.

He's exquisite, wearing a grey pant that reveals his packed bulge. His bare chest carries a dark ink, spreading from his chest down to his spine and to his back. A large tattoo of a wolf!

Its fierce head covers his entire left pec with its body stretching to his back. Another ink stains his neck, but I don't know what it says.

"You dare starve me." He steps forward. I grab the floor tighter. "What shall I do to you now, Spitfire?"

I lose my breath. The bass in his voice makes me submissive and frozen to one spot.

"Kill me."

"No, no. I have a better plan. You'll stand up right now, and you'll get the food tray to my dining, and you'll feed me as I tell you the rules you shall follow." He simply commands.

I almost scream yes, but I refrain. "You're stronger and better than me, but you'll never control me. I'm no one's slave. I'll never bend."

"Precisely why I chose you. To break you." He scoffs. "Blood flushes across your skin, reddening your delicate parts. Your heart pumps with adrenaline. I'm pretty much controlling you."

I'm losing this fight. He's rather amused, not irritated. It's harder to get under his skin compared to Mrs. Dominion.

"I'll kill myself!" I blurt out and he laughs.

He turns his back on me. "I've seen reckless Omegas like yourself who pretend they don't fear death, but if that was true, you ought to have used that knife on yourself."

When he faces me again, his eyes glow subtly. His wolf is present. "You want something done, you do it yourself."

My senses dull, forcing me to bend for his dominance. His pheromones waltz stronger. A hard scent of cinnamon, wood cedar, and the smell of fresh spring, mixing with his cologne.

"Stop being a wimp. You want to die so badly, there's the cliff!" He gnarly says. "Until then, you are MINE!"

I whimper as he speaks. This uncontrollable feeling. The feeling of belittling. He's right. I can end it by myself. I've been a coward enough. All the time I spent in the academy, I could have ended this life by myself, and perhaps that's what I must do now.

So I jump.

Gravity pulls me down. For a moment, I feel no fear because I wasn't even thinking. Until he shouts, "Nooo!" He stretches his grip, instead catching the air.

He's getting distant from my view, meaning I'm closing in to the ground. I'm going to die. Wait! I'M GOING TO DIE!

I scream. I thrash. I scream more. No, I don't want to die. Not this way. Not anymore!

Close. Closer. The ground seems inches away. And just then, gravity halts. I snap my eyes open. I didn't hit the ground. I didn't die. I'm in someone's arms. The Prime Alpha's arms. The height won't hurt him, reminding me again of his immense strength.

His breathing is ragged, his pecs puffed out from… adrenaline?

His jaw twitches as he says, "I own your life. You get that?" He releases his pheromones and I feel him deeply.

"Yes," I say in such a soft tone, gladly submitting to him. His skin warms against mine. His oceanic blue eyes capture my soul and swims me to safety. But I know it's unreal. Nothing about this is real.

"Say it louder, so that I know you now belong to me!" He pushes further with heaving chest.

"Kill me," I beg him. "I can't live like this. Please."

He's close, so close to me that I can feel his breath on my face. Suddenly, everything around me disappears and I only see him. Whatever feeling this is, I can't stop it.

"You'll say no such again. Not until I break you. Not until I make you submit to me, Spitfire." His arrogance leaves me eagerly yearning, internally screaming. The heat is too much for me to handle.

My eyes close right after and I lose consciousness.