6: Lockdown

His rough, calloused hand tightened just enough around my throat to keep me completely pinned. He didn't wait for my answer.

Rouge crashed his lips down onto mine. It was a brutal, punishing kiss. There was no slow build-up. There was only raw, primal force. His massive body pressed me flat against the heavy wooden door, trapping me completely.

I gasped in pure shock, and he used that moment to push his tongue deep into my mouth. He tasted like dark spice and raw violence. My hands flew up, hitting his rock-hard chest, trying to push away. It was like pushing against a solid brick wall. He didn't even flinch.

Instead, his free hand grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with brutal ease.

“You like it rough, human?” Rouge panted, breaking the kiss just enough to let me take a sharp breath. His crimson eyes were blazing in the dark room. “You want the monster. You want the brute force. My father is completely broken. Wyvern is a child playing with fire. Gregor is a coward hiding behind a desk. I am the true Alpha here.”

He dragged his wet mouth down my neck, right over the bruised bite mark Wyvern had left. He bit down hard on the exact same spot.

A sharp, breathless scream tore from my lips, but it quickly melted into a shameful, desperate moan.

The heat radiating from his massive body was melting my brain. The absolute danger of his aura combined with his heavy, punishing touch was a fatal trap. I hated myself for it, but my hips involuntarily hitched forward, grinding against the thick, rigid bulge trapped in his pants.

Rouge let out a dark, terrifying laugh. “That’s it. Give it to me. Forget them. I am going to erase every single mark they left on you.”

He moved to rip the oversized shirt completely off my body—

ROOOOOAAAAAARRRRR!

A thunderous roar shook the very foundation of the estate. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated, earth-shattering rage. The floorboards beneath my feet literally vibrated. Dust fell from the ceiling.

The Alpha King had woken up.

And I think he already knew I was missing.

Rouge froze completely. The wild, burning heat in his crimson eyes flickered, instantly replaced by the cold, sharp instinct of a warrior. 

He dropped my wrists and took a massive step back.

The estate alarms began to scream. It was a deafening, loud wail that signaled an absolute lockdown. The heavy sound of combat boots echoed from the floors above.

“Run,” Rouge whispered, his massive frame melting backward into the dark shadows of the room.

Before I could even take a single breath, the heavy iron doors at the end of the corridor were violently blown open.

No. It didn't just open, they were completely destroyed. They crashed onto the marble floor with a loud, sickening bang.

Through the thick cloud of dust, a living nightmare walked out.

Alpha King Dragon Blackblood was in a state of wild, feral madness. His chest was completely bare, his massive muscles tightly wound with explosive tension. His amber eyes were gone. They were glowing solid gold. Thick, sharp claws extended from his hands, dripping with fresh blood.

“LUNA!” his voice boomed, sending a shockwave that made my ears ring.

I was pressed flat against the wall inside Rouge's room, shaking violently in the oversized black shirt. The King’s head snapped toward me. The moment his glowing golden eyes locked onto my small, terrified body, he stopped dead.

He crossed the long hallway in a terrifying blur of speed. I threw my hands over my face, crying loudly, expecting him to tear me apart for daring to leave his bed.

But the strike never came.

Instead, Dragon collapsed.

The massive, terrifying Alpha King dropped to his scarred knees. His heavy body hit the cold floor with a loud thud. He let out a ragged, completely broken sob. His huge arms wrapped around my waist in a crushing, desperate hug, burying his face into my stomach.

“You left,” he choked out, his broad shoulders shaking violently. “You promised you would never leave me in the dark.”

I stood completely frozen. The weight of his madness was suffocating. He was bleeding. He had deep claw marks on his own chest, a sign of his pure panic when he woke up to an empty bed.

Suddenly, dozens of heavy combat boots flooded the corridor. The King's elite guards, dressed in heavy tactical gear, rounded the corner with their guns raised. But when they saw their King crying on his knees, holding a human girl, they froze in pure terror.

Dragon’s head snapped up. The sadness vanished instantly, replaced by a violent, explosive rage.

“You let her wander!” Dragon roared. He stood up to his full, terrifying height, shielding my body with his massive back. “You failed to protect the Queen! You let her out of the room!”

“M-My King,” the guard captain stammered, dropping his gun and falling to his knees. “We didn't know—”

“Then you are useless,” Dragon snarled coldly.

He raised his hand. His sharp, blood-stained claws flexed. He was going to cut the captain's head off right in front of me. Dragon's violent punishment of the guards was about to happen. The air was so thick with violence I could barely breathe.

My body moved entirely on its own. I couldn't watch a man die because I ran away.

“Stop!” I screamed. I threw myself in front of the kneeling guard. I placed my small, shaking hands flat against Dragon’s massive, hot chest. “Please, A-Alpha! Stop!”

The entire hallway went dead silent.

I had touched a mad Alpha King. It was a death sentence. But as my palms pressed against his burning skin, something impossible happened.

Dragon’s claws slowly pulled back. The solid gold in his eyes faded, showing his swirling amber eyes again. His massive chest heaved, his wild heartbeat slowing down to match mine. Agatha soothes his beast, realizing her power.

“Luna,” he whispered. His huge hand came up to gently cup my cheek.

I stared at him in shock. I wasn't just a prisoner. I was the chain on the most dangerous monster in the mafia world. I had commanded a mad King, and he listened.

But his calm didn't last. His thumb brushed against my jaw, and his amber eyes suddenly narrowed. He stepped closer, his nose touching the skin of my neck where Wyvern had kissed me, and then smelling the heavy scent of Rouge on my clothes.

His eyes snapped back to mine, totally cold.

“You smell like my sons,” Dragon growled. His voice was a deadly, low whisper. “Guards. Lock down the estate. Take her to the medical wing. Now.”