Chapter 2

Alecia's.

I was staring into the mirror, yet I felt like something was missing: happiness.

My gaze travelled to the clothes hung in the closet. I chose this path and now I have to face the aftermath.

Time flew so past, I have been trying to avoid Erin, ensuring I was never alone even though I always felt his prickling gaze buried in me, and today will mark the end of my journey here in this pack.

Tears ran through my cheek as my mind flew to the incident that was carved into my heart. I wish Mom had said something, maybe I wouldn't have chosen this path.

“Alecia, remember this is not the end!” My mind screamed at me while I roughly wiped off the tears.

Alpha Kincaid Duraid. His name rolled out through my tongue as if it were a thorn; I felt a shiver run down my spine just at his name; only a few had seen him under the broad light before, and those included the maid who worked for him.

Different names with different meanings.

Nocturnal king.

Shadow man.

Mollusks.

I exhaled a deep breath in and out while convincing myself it was going to be fine.

The maid entered with the necessary things for my different fragments, accessories like veils of different colors and tiaras- everything screamed exquisite, but none caught my attention.

I just wanted to end this so fast and meet my demise, my bondage in shining armor.

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I checked my reflection, and I could barely recognize myself, but does it matter? All this was just part of the escapement plan, no feelings attached so I don't have to feel emotional.

Mom came in, a smile crept on her lips. After the day she got married to the Alpha, today is the next day I saw her lips creep fully in a smile

“You look beautiful, Alecia.” Her countenance is evident in her happiness not about my wedding precisely but because of her aim. This would make her a game a little bit forward.

“Huhmm!” I nodded while my head was buried in my fumbling lips, a way to avoid her seeing my moistened eyes.

She couldn't stay long until she was called, and I was alone again when I tried to swallow the tears assembled in my eyes, fighting for release so as not to ruin the make-up.

I was pacing the room in a circle. It will soon be my call outside there…..I was counting the minutes in my head until the creaking of the door got me jolted.

My heart jumped into my heart, my leg was stuck to the marble floor I paced. My eyes travelled from him to the door while I cussed internally at myself why I hadn't had it locked.

Erin stood at the doorway side, ogling at me, his intense eyes filled with lust and his ill intention. The images of the other day flashed across my mind. I found myself moving backward away from him instinctively until my back met with the closet door.

“What do you want, Broth( I bit my lips as it crossed my mind it was never one)...Erin!” I corrected, my tone coming out in a quake.

His movement was deliberate, his eyes wandering around my body like a predator observing its prey.

I wanted to scream out for help, but nothing came out; my voice betrayed me. I felt helpless and traumatized; the only things that could come to my rescue were the tears that kept drizzling down.

He covered the distance between us; I could feel his disgusting breath fanning me. I felt bile forming in my stomach with an urge to empty everything I had eaten.

“Did you miss me?” His words traced off in my ear.

“Alecia do something! do something!” My mind continued whispering within me, and before I knew it, I tried to force my way out of his grasp as he had me cornered with both his arms.

My struggling was futile, and I could now feel his hands around my stomach, finding his way down my skirt…..

New tears started streaming down, the effect of being a wolfless gamma with no physical got to me.

“Let…me go.” I stumbled on my words, but he was clouded with his desires, far from sane.

“.....And what is going on here?” The voice was laced with authority.

He stopped in his action, his murderous glare thrown at him while he craned his neck for control before storming out in rage, swallowing his pride and his palm clenched in a fist aggressively tucked inside the side pocket.

His gaze is sharp and intense, capable of cutting through the thickest defenses, conveying both authority and domineering aura. His eyes carefully scrutinized my wrinkled outfit.

I felt the air I breathed in thickened with eerie tension.

Even while in his wheelchair, his tailored outfit perfectly accentuated his bicep, emphasizing his built physique, and the subtle yet commanding scent of his cologne lingers in the air.

“Alpha Kincaid Duraid,” I whispered while I wiped off the last drop of my tears hoping not to see me as a weakling too.

He looked totally different from what I expected. I was expecting a beast with an ugly look since he doesn't go out, at least that made it judgemental, but the man staring at me, his eyes brow creased up, disinterest evident in his intimidating demeanor.

“You must be the Bride!” He said, his voice hoarse and fierce.

“....And you must be the crippled Alpha!” A soft gasp escaped my mouth immediately, and those words escaped my mouth, but before I could process it all, he closed the eerie distance between us, his bloodshot rage eyes sending dagger across me.

“……Just because you are handpicked doesn't give you a chance to act mighty, you are nothing but a treaty and a tool in my game. You are nothing after my plan!”

He turned his wheel back, heading towards the door.

The words hit, yeah, I am just a treaty.

“Alpha Kincaid Duraid, What if we make a deal!” He halted in his tracks as silence dominated the room while my entire body was screaming in my head what I was doing.

I knew it was a big risk, but we both need each other anyway, so it should be worth giving it a try.