Head

The words fell into Alice's ears, and he realised she wasn't coming to her senses anytime soon.

It was frustrating to see her like this, more annoying than anything remotely sexy.

He tried to steady his breath, feeling helpless as Alisha, the same girl he fell for, now claimed to be someone else entirely.

At first, he thought it might be an act, her innocence masking her true colours.

But now, he thought about considering mental health, it didn't add up.

How could her eye colour change? That wasn't a symptom of any mental illness he knew of.

And why was she calling herself a wolf? It made no sense when she looked completely human.

“Alisha, I think you need to sleep, clear your head,” Alice suggested, hoping some rest might bring her back to herself.

Like in his office, after fainting, she'd returned to normal. That's all he wanted for now – her to be back to herself, agreeing that she was Alisha, not some animal or him as an Alpha.

“Didn't you want to watch porn with me? What's with the sudden change?” Alisha smirked, getting closer and placing her hands on his thighs.

Alice's breath caught at her touch. Normally, he'd feel elated, but in this situation, he was far from pleased.

He wasn't turned on; he was more concerned about her than anything else.

"Come on, Alisha," he pleaded softly, trying to reason with her. "This isn't you. You're not some wolf, you're Alisha. My Alisha."

But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

As she leaned in closer, Alice's instincts told him to retreat, to distance himself from the madness that seemed to have consumed her. But his concern for her well-being kept him rooted in place, unable to abandon her in her time of need.

Deep down, he held onto the hope that she would snap out of whatever trance she was in, that she would return to him, to herself.

“You don't love Alisha, it's me who you love, because I am your fucking mate,”Alisha in anger snapped, as she digged her nails into his pants.

Even with the thick pant cloth, he can feel her nails in his skin.

He never felt anyone overpowering him like this, not even the enemies, and here just a fragile girl is overpowering him like this and at the same time scaring him .

Yes. In hell sake. She is able to scare the Mafia King, Ruthless among all, not for himself , but for her.

He is scared thinking what is happening with her, he is scared what will happen if this continues.

“I said you are my Alpha, did you understand? You are not going to love this body, you are going to love me, your mate, and if you try to push me like this, I swear, I am going to take Alisha down with me,” she warned, as she screamed, her veins popping out, as she digged her nails more, her lips bleeding some more falling on the middle part of his pant .

Alice's heart raced with a mixture of fear and concern as he watched Alisha's outburst escalate. He couldn't comprehend the sudden intensity of her words and actions, and it terrified him to see her in such a state.

“Alisha, calm down,” he urged, his voice trembling with worry. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to relax.”

But Alisha seemed beyond reasoning, her eyes blazing with anger, that sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was slipping further away from him, deeper into a darkness he couldn't reach.

As her nails dug deeper into his skin, Alice felt a surge of pain and helplessness wash over him.

"Then accept it, I'm the one you love, Alpha, it's me," she said, tilting her head like a psycho.

Her eyes still turning yellow, her nails digging into his skin, creating holes and drawing blood from his thighs.

"I'm yours, I'm your Alpha," Alice agreed helplessly, knowing that denying it would only make her angrier, and that wouldn't get them anywhere.

"That's right, you're mine. Say you love me, say you only love me, fuck me, only me," tears started flowing from her eyes as she looked at Alice, a smile on her lips.

"I love you, Alisha," he said softly, trying to soothe her, even as his heart ached with worry. "I only love you."

"I said not Alisha, it's me, don't take her name," she retorted.

'You are Alisha only,' Alice thought to himself.

He didn't understand why she was so fixated on him not calling her Alisha when that's exactly who she was.

'Don’t agitate her, just say whatever she wants, maybe put her to sleep. Then things might get better. It's not getting you anywhere if you continue with the reasoning part,' his mind suggested.

He agreed with this, realising that arguing wouldn't lead to any resolution. It would be better to let her believe whatever she wanted. Once she slept and woke up, hopefully, she would return to normal.

At least, that's what he hoped for.

Taking a deep breath, Alice decided to go along with Alisha's wishes for the moment, hoping to calm her down and ease the tension between them.

"Okay, I won't say her name," he said gently, trying to placate her. "It's just you and me here."

Alisha's expression softened slightly at his words, but there was still a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

"Promise?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Alice nodded, reaching out to gently stroke her hair in an effort to comfort her.

"I promise," he replied softly. "I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I'll do my best to make it happen."

Alice longed to call her Alisha and to hold her close, but he knew he had to comply with her wishes for now.

"Then hug me. I'm crying, and my head is hurting," Alisha said, withdrawing her nails from his thighs, now stained with his blood.

"Come here, let me hold you. I'll massage your head. Just close your eyes and try to sleep," he said, opening his arms to her, wanting to take her in arms .

“Yes”