Enslaved By The Alpha

My heart jumps out of my chest when he leans even closer me. He grabs my chin and brings my face closer to him, “do you know who’s the kidnapper here? It surely isn’t you. You’re my prisoner; you do not get to ask any questions. You don’t get to speak unless I tell you to either.”

“But. . .”

He moves his hand to my neck, and I swear that I stop breathing. His intoxicating scent is affecting my senses; I feel like I’m losing my mind. I can feel everything clearly; his fingers are long and warm and feel like fire against my skin. I close my eyes, and my lips part. His touch is awakening so much desire in me, and I wouldn’t say I like it; I hate my body for betraying me at a time like this. This feeling isn’t something that I can easily control, but I have to fight it. This man may be my mate, but he wasn’t a good one; he wanted me to suffer. A low growl from the back of his throat prompts me to open my eyes again; once more, his beautiful face draws me entirely in. I feel a hatred for the moon Goddess at this exact moment; why make me feel this way for a man like him? I can see it in his gaze; he isn’t trying to hide the truth from me, the truth that he wants me to know that he can’t wait to bring me the most pain possible.

“What did I just say to you?” he demands. “Did I not tell you that you are not in a position to be asking any questions?”

I feel my bottom lip tremble with frustration, “please. . .”

“Shhh,” he cuts me off. “Save whatever it is you have to say. I’m not going to let you go, not anytime soon. No one’s coming to save you either, so how about you keep quiet so that I won’t have to punish you?” he threatens.

He lets go of me abruptly and walks back to starting the fire.

I was locked away somewhere and had no idea what I did to receive such a horrible faith, and that

wasn’t sure what I did in my past to be given a mate like him—a mate that didn’t care

any information that easily. He wanted me to beg for it; he wanted me to pray for freedom,

me what this was all about? Or would he harm me before I

sure that my family would not come to rescue me? I knew that they were preoccupied with finding Isabella, but I also knew that the instant they found out I was missing, they would leave no stones unturned to find me. So what made him so sure that they wouldn’t

is that of my nightmares. Why did he choose now to reveal himself to me? How long has he been our enemy? I can think of many missions my brothers have been involved in that could lead to several enemies. So which one involved my mate? . . . . . . . .

Mate?

her; if I didn’t want her to suffer first, I would reject her right away. But in order for her to feel

I think about it, her being my mate would work in my favor. Anything that I did would hurt her far more than anyone else doing those same things. I had a few

fear me ultimately. I didn’t want her to think

me, I have only gotten worse. She has no idea what she’s in for. This is only the beginning. Princess Maya, the sister of Austin, would beg me for her life, beg me to let her go; I wouldn’t stop until I heard her cry.

bring me the peace I was searching for, it irritates my