All Chapters of The Alpha’s Captive : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Claire “Claire, you’re still here?” Ada asked from behind the counter, half-smiling like she already knew the answer. I looked up from the patient chart in my hand. “Yeah. Night shift again.”I heard a sigh. “You never rest, do you?” she said. I gave a small laugh. “Bills don’t rest either do they?” “Oh well” She chuckled and shook her head. “At least eat something before you pass out.” “I will,” I said, stretching my arms. “There’s a small store across the street. I’ll grab something quick.” The clock said 11:57 p.m. My stomach growled like it was protesting the time and at that point I was sure it was loud enough to serve as an alarm clock to a deep sleeper. I slipped on my sweater, signed out at the desk, and stepped outside. The night air was cold and smelled like wet dust. The street was quiet — one of those nights where everything feels half-asleep. The small store ahead had its light still on, buzzing faintly like it was tired too. I walked faster. The sound of my sh

“Mom please don’t go. Please don’t leave me” I cried and ran behind my Mom as she was being dragged away by some Men I couldn’t see thier faces but looked beastly. “It’s about time Claire, very soon, very very soon” she whimpered and gave me a teary smile while I fell to the floor weeping and stretching my hands towards. Instanly I was jolted by low rumble of thunder. It was then I realized I was just having a nightmare. I sat on the bed with my heart heaving eratically. I thought about what my Mom said but I couldn’t even wrap my hands round the possible meaning of what she said. For a moment, I can’t tell if the sound is outside or inside my head. Rain taps softly against glass, steady and rhythmic — like a pulse. My pulse. Then I remember. This isn’t my room. I remembered where I was and again fear and anger gripped me. As I sat more properly on the bed, I notice my clothes. I’m no longer in the tattered uniform from the night before. I’m wearing a clean white shirt —

There was a knock on the door. I grunted but drag myself off the bed and open the door. It’s the same old woman from before, the quiet one with the calm, empty eyes. She flashes her eyes quickly on me but brushed them away as though scared of me“Mr. Damien requests your presence downstairs for breakfast.” I hesitate, looking at her connfused. but she just stands there, still as stone. So I nod and shut the door, my pulse tapping against my throat. What the fuck does that asshole wants from me? The mirror catches my reflection as I change into a clean shirt and jeans. I look… tired. I placed my hand on my breast and the memory of when Damien fell on me and I could feel his hardness flash in my head . “Fuck!” I shook my head and shrugged off the thought. When I finally step into the hallway, I almost forget how big this house is. The staircase curves like something out of a movie, the walls lined with portraits of people who look too powerful to smile. The dining room is wors

The blade hovered between us, gleaming under the low light.My fingers twitched.The man hung from the ceiling like something already dead. Chains dug into his wrists, his skin torn and swollen, blood trailing down his chest in slow, sticky lines. His head lolled forward, chin slick with red. Every breath he took sounded borrowed.The smell in the room was unbearable.Lucian stood close behind me. Too close that I could feel his breath.“Go on,” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, lips almost brushing my ear. “Take it.”My chest heaved. My heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my ribs.I stared at the man.And the image of a child came to mind. Childhood memories of how I was molested as a child flooded my mind.The word rang in my head like a gunshot.Something inside me snapped as I gritted my teeth.I reached for the weapon.Lucian’s hand closed around my wrist instantly, stopping me. He stepped in front of me, forcing my eyes to his. His expression was sharp, co

I didn’t even have time to scream.The man in black stood in front of me like a shadow ripped out of the wall, his face hidden beneath a cap, his eyes dead and empty. The gun was already raised. Already aimed at me. I halted in shock. My chest tightened.My eyes became even more frozen as I watched the man pull the trigger.Everything happened at once.A hand slammed over the barrel of the gun, forcing it sideways just as the shot rang out. The sound was deafening in the small restroom, sharp enough to split my skull open. I subconsciously used my hands to cover my ears.Damien.The bullet tore straight through his hand.His hand was already bleeding and dripping with blood.“Damien!” I screamed, my voice breaking as his blood splattered against the tiled wall and my skin.He didn’t even flinch.His jaw clenched, teeth grinding together as pain flashed across his face for a fraction of a second—just a fraction—before something darker took over.Rage.Pure, violent rage.Damien slamme