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The awakening of my body was taking longer than usual and was taking a toll on my mental soundness. My eardrums could only pick up the faint sound of a slow beep and muffled voices. Somehow, I knew where I was and felt as if I was awake and my brain felt more awake than ever as if I had taken a full gallon of coffee.

But my body felt heavy while my mind felt light and fit. Why was I being held down and not able to move a single muscle but just hear the sounds around me as muffled voices? My eyelids felt heavy and even though I preferred it more when my eyes were closed, I needed to open my eyes because it felt like I was slowly dying. I could not feel Sasha or her constant nagging; I was on pause.

Was I dying?

Dying?

Death?

That word raged through my awakened mind until it finally hit the right chord. As if my body had now decided to accept my brain's commands, it woke up. I had never felt more tormented than when memories of my parents flashed through my head, being played back and forth. How much I wished that my body was back in exile.

Everything felt disorderly when my eyes snapped open and my throat mustered a high-pitched scream that echoed throughout the surroundings and enough to leave my throat, dry and hoarse.

My body shook as those eyes played back in my mind and I immediately went on and snapped the IV cables that were connecting me to machines off of me and jumped off of the single bed. My legs took longer to find the perfect stability and only to make matters worse; I was still shaking.

I wanted to reach the door, leave this place but my head was not in the game and my vision was blurred from the tears that were still rolling down. I finally saw the door after scanning the little white room with medical equipment. A dawn of hope settled on me, I did not know where I was but if I was not with my parents then I wanted to leave as fast as I could.

I was still crying heavily and shaking when a big pair of arms wrapped around me and I could no longer see the door but a black shirt. My face was closely pressed against a hard chest, my arms rested around the person's torso taking in the little comfort I would be offered. The tears only rolled down harder as a hand petted my hair and combed through it- a gesture that reminded me of my father.

"That's enough!" A deep voice vibrated through the room and my body came to a halt, wanting to adhere to the commands of the voice.

The arms were no longer around me and I could no longer feel the heat radiating off of the man that had held me in his arms. My eyes opened and I wiped away the tears that were clogging my sight. I finally got the chance to scan the little room with machines placed in the corner with other equipment. I spotted a window in the left corner of the room and wished I had gotten to the door when I saw it again.

My teary eyes finally settled down on the three males in the room. One of the men looked shrimp and had a white coat over his cashmere sweater and black trousers, I guessed he was the doctor. I scrunched up my face when I saw another man in a black shirt and khakis, he had his face downwards as if he was a puppy who had been scolded and was whimpering.

My throat felt dry and the pit of my stomach churned when I caught those hazel eyes. I wanted to look into those eyes and let them stare down at me even though they were the sore purpose of my nightmares. His face was void of any emotion as he stared back at me with a piercing gaze, his entire composure was rigid and demanded so much power, respect and to be noticed. It was like a force of attraction: a moth drawn to a flame that would burn it.

His eyes speckled with a silver in them but it disappeared just as soon as I had seen it. My wolf was awake and as if she had been turned off because she was void of something or someone; her emotions and excitement had now filled up my whole body. I took in a long waft of his forest and cologne-tainted scent.

I felt a huge lump within my throat and a son that I was holding in was about to be unleashed. I knew who this dangerous and power-driven man in front of me was...

The ALPHA...

"MINE!" A wild growl swallowed the room and the tingles at the pit of my stomach erupted in a feeling of pleasure.

In a single second, his tall and large form was in front of me sending me tingles of his body heat and high voluminous amounts of his scent. His arms were around me and I sighed contentedly. I felt sick that I found pleasure in his comfort and that I was dwelling so much on the tingles that were curling up through my body and the close contact of his body against mine.

I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold his face in my hands and feel the feel of his lips on mine. I wanted him to tell me that it was okay and that it was all a nightmare and I would soon wake up.

But it was not...

He was my mate....a mate that had killed my parents. I could not picture myself with the one that was responsible for my parent's untimely deaths. Why mother luna????

I pushed his arms off of me and stepped away from him while shaking and the tears rolled down my face. I shook my head and stared at him, his face had the most stoic expression I had ever seen and I whimpered.

"Take her away!" His voice commanded and a pair of arms had me surrounded and I tried to fight my way out of them but his hold only grew tighter as the man led me out of the little room and deep into the hallways.

Corner and corner, my eyes only scanned through the well decorated and carpeted hallways that had a mixture of a modern and medieval theme. The scent of the place slowly started to change as we descended on stairs that seemed like they were going underground.

I finally got the picture when the man opened a cell and pushed me inside before locking it up. He stared at me and shook his head in pity before leaving...

What could I have possibly done to the Alpha for him to lock me up after he killed my parents?