Enslaved By The Alpha

His hands are in her hair, his lips on her neck, as his body moves against hers. He’s touching her, touching a woman that was not me. She’s moaning his name and enjoying it a lot more than she should. He knows that I’m watching; he knows that I’m hurting. This is exactly what he wants; he wants to see me suffer. He wants to show me that he can do whatever it takes to break my heart, and that’s precisely what he’s been doing ever since the day he kidnapped me and brought me to this sick place.

I feel the tear roll down my face; there is nothing that I can do. I’m tied to this chair; I cannot leave no matter how badly I want to.

I don’t want to see this; I don’t want to see him with her. I push against the chair, and it makes a screeching noise on the wooden floor.

He catches my gaze, and I feel my heart rate increase.

My mate. He’s looking at me with his deep ocean blue eyes, the eyes that I’ve dreamt about; I hate them. I hate him. I hate him for taking me away from my home; I hate him for torturing me, but most of all, I hate how much I still want him after everything he’s done to me.
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*One week before present day*

I wake with a start. My body is soaked with sweat, and my heart is racing as if I’d just run a marathon. This is the second time this week that I’ve had the same nightmare. I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but I keep feeling like someone is watching me. Could the nightmares be the cause of this? The man from those dreams, he’s the only reason why I want to relive those nightmares over and over again.

I have never seen his face in any of these dreams, but I always see his deep blue eyes, and that is all I need to know that it is him. Those eyes, they’ve somehow managed to haunt me even though I know that the man of my dreams does not even exist in real life.

I could blame it on the fact that I’ve been extra stressed lately with the disappearance of Isabella, my brother’s sister-in-law. My brothers and their mates, along with the packs, had left without me.

This is what happens when you are blessed with a protective family; they never let you close to anything that screams danger.

It’s lonely here; I miss my brothers and their mates. I wish that they weren’t so overprotective. I’ve listened to my sisters-in-law complain about their protective behavior over them but imagine what it was like to have all three of my brothers treat me like I was a child. Why couldn’t they see that I was now a grown woman? I could take care of myself; I did not need their help to do that.

But despite how many times I’ve spoken to them about this, they still hide me away in our palace, away from any harm, away from danger, away from all the fun.

I throw some water over my face and tie my long hair up into a bun.

I stare at the dark circles around my eyes and know that it’s all because of that dream. The feelings that I feel for the blue eyed stranger are a bit alarming to me. I don’t know him, I’ve never met him and like I said, he doesn’t exist. So why do I feel like this over a dream? Why do I feel like he’s looking at me right now?

my room. I had to stop letting these dreams affect me this badly.

trouble to sleep Maya?” My mother asks me. “Your eyes are extremely dark. Should I

head, “I’m fine, mother. I think I’m just concerned about Isabella. I hope that

“you know that your brothers are more than capable of doing their jobs. She

all day, Austin already made sure that I didn’t follow them. I have nothing

a concerned look, and eventually, they both nod their heads after

brightly,

don’t waste any time changing into a jeans and

deal of air. This is exactly what I

woods. My wolf is ready to break free, even she wants a chance at the fun. But something about her

been getting every night, like someone is watching me. This time it feels like someone is following

my brothers. Austin and James have been taking Lucas and I here since we were children. There was a river just a few minutes away

I hear a sound. There is definitely someone here; it’s not just in my mind

in front of me; I somehow know that the person is somewhere around and still watching me. He’s much closer today,

you are here,” I say louder this time. “What do you want

is a shuffling noise and I know that

prepared for the man that shows himself to me next. He is beautiful. The most beautiful man I’ve

see the one thing that has been haunting me for a while now . . . Those ocean blue eyes. It’s the exact shade from my

dreamt of him before meeting

he’s in front

I sensed that he was a werewolf, but

A hybrid?

He has this aura about him that makes me want to spread my legs and give him access to the most sensitive part of me. I’m embarrassed by my dirty thoughts, but I can’t seem to stop myself