The Alpha's Bride

AYLA POV.

I sat crouched down on the small, uncomfortable bed in the dark room I had been kept in since the previous day.

It felt good to finally have some silence. The other ladies I shared the room with had gone out for an evening lesson. The dance lesson.

'Some dance lessons it is. More like the Art of Seduction'.

My messy, long, and wild hair cascaded around my face, giving me a kind of protection and security that I desperately needed.

I ran a hand through the messy mass and wrapped my hands around myself. Those damned idiots who had brought me to this prison were not to be trusted. 

'No wonder it is said to never trust strangers.'

There should be a way to get out of this damned hell hole. The atmosphere of this place was very dark and uncomfortable.

As I looked up at the ceiling high window panes, the door was pushed open, and I turned to look at it from behind my hair veil with neck breaking speed.

The middle-aged woman who had a black dress with a white cross on it had a grim look on her face.

"And what are you doing here?", she snapped.

I did not want to answer her. The damned hypocrite.

"I am talking to you, whore"

I refused to go he her the satisfaction of scaring me. I remained mute, my lips pressing in a thin line.

I suddenly felt a stinging sensation near my throat, and my eyes flew wide open. 

I saw her in front of me with an unsmiling face, a small and shiny dagger pressed to my neck.

"You will fucking answer me when I talk to you, bitch. You will do as you are told. The sooner you start acting like the other girls here, the better for you"

I gulped in fright. The lightest movement could send the object into my throat. She had a dangerous glint in her eyes.

My resolve wavered for a moment, and I stood up on defeat.

"Let me just tell you this. This is what you were born for. This is your fate, and you will accept it, or we will make you. Now get out there and join the other girls"

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

'Could this really be my fate?' 

*

"Ah... stop!!"

The petite lady in front of me groaned in pain, but I could barely hear her.

I was enraged.

"You dare insult me, the alpha of this pack. Have you lost your mind?", I growled at her, and she whimpered under my harsh grasp. 

"P-please!"

I had her breast in one of my palms, pinned to the back of her waist as my other hand shoved her face towards the coal place.

"P-please, a-alph-pha. I-I sorry"

She choked out as she begged, trying to wriggle herself out of my hold, the heat doing its job of melting her, but she was no match for me. Dalia or Daniella. I could not recall her name, and that was the least of my worries at the moment.

"Be quiet," I growled, yanking her hair more tightly. "You dare talk back at me. "I think I've been so lenient with you.

"P-please, stop," she choked out, but I barely heard her.

I hummed as I felt the exhilarating sensation build in my groin, and a groan escaped my lips.

Her face turned slightly blue as her voice became more faint with each further shove.

"P-please"

The door flew open, and my face turned to it. My damn beta, Chase strolled in like he owned my room.

My mood was killed instantly. I pushed the minx away.

I picked a glass of cold water from the table and then lit a cigarette, taking a lungful of that smoke.

Her face was white as she heaved heavily and drew in a lungful of air.

She held her neck and coughed slightly, fanning herself with her hands.

"Get out, Dalia."

She nodded like a sheep and grabbed her clothes and threw them on, rushing out of the room, almost bumping into the wall as she ran blindly.

"If there was no need to knock, there would not be a fucking door", I snapped at him but he just shrugged with a boyish grin.

I puffed in his face and poured myself a drink from the bottle which I had been drinking.

"You could have killed that whore"

"And that would not have been any of your business", I snapped back.

He raised his hands in surrender.

If he was not someone who was as close as a brother to me, he would have been searching for his head now.

"Two more families have been declared missing and one other of our guards was found dead", he walked over to me and took a stub of cigar and lit it. "Have you heard?"

I take a large gulp of my drink. "Of course. I'm the damn alpha for a reason", I replied.

"And?"

"I'm working on it"

"Remus is asking for war. Damn, he's bringing war"

I scoffed. I knew all these. 

"What do you plan to do?"

"I'm working on it", I repeated in a dead tone.

He sighed and walked over to sit at the edge of my bed.

"There could be no survivors?"

"We'll see about that", I replied indifferently. "I've got something up my sleeve"

"Sure", he said and fell silent for a momet. "I'm here for a different cause right now though"

I look at him and he cocks his brow.

"It would not hurt to have a plan to sustain the legacy of the pack", he said with a shrug.

I turned sharply to him.

"Is this what I think you're trying to say?"

He shrugs. "You're not getting any younger man. You need an heir"

I refrained from rolling my eyes. "Have you forgotten about the curse? Will you give me the heir?", I asked sarcastically.

"Well, not me. And not any of our females either. You can always get a bride from somewhere else..."

I raised a brow in intrigue. "You mean?"

"The Church Downtown"

I groaned lowly. "You want me to get married to a fucking nun?", I growl, throwing my hands up.

Goddess knows of he was not so close to me, he would have a different story.

He raised his hand, noticing the dangerous glint in my eyes as he stalled.

"Well, technically. Yes. Young fertile ladies are taken over there and are trained to pleasure any starved wolf. You can buy a bride from there."

I cock a brow. 

'This is interesting.'

"We leave first thing in the morning!"