Cold Hearted Alpha

Alexandra

Marcus had a disapproving look stamped across his face as he squeezed my arm tighter when Jax attempted to console me.

He didn’t need to acknowledge it because I could see how much he disapproved. He was bothered by my presence here in his pack, ticked off that Jax was even giving me the time of day. I wondered if he was right. I would have been less trouble for both of them if they had just killed me when they had the chance. He dragged me down the unfinished concrete stairs, causing me to trip down over and over again. He would let out an annoyed groan when I stumbled, unable to keep up with his pace, and continue yanking me down the steps.

A man with a broad built and serious expression approached us when we got to the bottom of the cold concrete staircase, holding a brown clipboard in his hand. “Another day, another rogue. Name?”, he said casually, with his eyes fixed on me. Jax stepped in front of me and Marcus, and he crossed his arms across his chest, “don’t worry about this one Jeremy, I’ve already called for the Alpha.” There was no doubt that both Jax and Marcus were higher status wolves in the pack, they gave off a much more intimidating aura than Jeremy did.

Jeremy smirked, “no problem Beta Jax, less paperwork for me. Last cell on the left,” he instructed, and pointed down a dark hallway. My heart began to stammer in my chest, the man who had been trying to help me was the Beta of the pack. Was his unexpected kindness a farce? Did he bring me here so that the Alpha could kill me himself and set an example to his pack? A shiver ran down my spine, my mind reeling at the possibilities of what was to come.

Down the other side of what felt like a never ending hall, the screams and cries could be heard of the other prisoners. Some were begging for help while others were screaming in agonizing pain. I had been sent to the dungeons in my old pack multiple times; the conditions and beatings I would receive were never this brutal.

Marcus gave me one hard shove down the left side of the hallway that resulted in me falling onto the hard concrete floor on my hands and knees. Beta Jax shoved Marcus, “what the fuck was that man?”, he said and knelt down beside me to help me back up on my feet. Marcus let out a huff and began walking in front of us towards the cell that had been appointed for me.

Beta Jax and I walked in silence. I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to keep warm until we entered the last cell at the end of the hallway. I was grateful that he wasn’t dragging me like cattle to a slaughterhouse like Marcus had. When we entered the cell, Marcus closed it behind us. I immediately rushed to the corner of the cell and sat down, wrapping my arms around my knees.

“Alright rogue, enough of these games. What were you doing when we found you? Who are you working for? We know your type,” Marcus said as he took large strides towards me. I felt my body start to tremble when he pulled out a silver blade from the back pocket of his black jeans. He had a sinister look in his eyes, no matter what I told him, I knew they wouldn’t believe me. Tears began to stream down my face as memories of Alpha Axton flooded my mind. I remembered when he was drunk one night and cut my forearm with a silver blade for forgetting his gravy during dinner. The knife was identical to the one that Marcus was now waving in front of my face. I still have a faint scar that often reminds me of what happens when you defy an Alpha.

I shook my head and begged through choked sobs, “please. Please don’t. It was an accident. Please.” Beta Jax pushed Marcus away, the two men standing inches away from each other, their chests nearly touching. “STAND DOWN DELTA. I’m warning you,” Beta Jax warned in a low, husky voice.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, both of them seconds away from being pushed over the edge and shifting into their wolves. “Un-fucking-believable,” Marcus muttered and turned around towards the other side of the cell, slamming his hand against the concrete wall.

“Listen little miss, I need you to cooperate with my Alpha. He’s on his way. Answer his questions honestly and I’ll talk to him about releasing you. I know you aren’t a danger to our pack. If you’re in trouble, tell him. He might offer you a spot in our pack,” Beta Jax said softly as he bent down in front of me.

I shook my head defiantly. If I told the Alpha, he might return me to Alpha Axton. It was no secret that Alphas had respect and held loyalty to one another. I had seen many Alphas come for visits to our pack, but I had never seen the Alpha of the Crescent Moon. From what I knew, he was very selective about the company he kept and whom he’d associate with.

Maybe Alpha Liam would use me as a bargaining chip with Alpha Axton, a favor for a favor. One thing was for sure, Alphas would do anything for leverage over each other.

I shoved my head between my legs, feeling my tears now raging down my face and pooling on the ragged material of my dress. I heard Beta Jax move and the cell doors open, not daring to look up at the two men that were now holding me prisoner. The cell was silent for a long time until the sound of heavy footsteps became louder and louder with each step.

Butterflies danced within my body. It was an unusual sensation that I had never felt before. I could even feel my wolf more pronounced than I had in years, on edge and struggling to be noticed. Suddenly, the pounding footsteps stopped and gasps could be heard near me. The twisting and bending of metal caught me off guard and my curiosity took over, my head bolting upright at a gorgeous man with a sharp jawline and ripped thick muscles. He had pried open the silver bars of the cell with ease. His pristine bright blue eyes locked with me as he shot towards me with a low growl that vibrated in my ears.

I felt a rush of adrenaline bolt through me as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. His breathing was elevated in speed like he had just ran a marathon, towering over me as he stared down into my eyes.

“Mine,” he uttered, pushing his body into mine against the cold concrete wall.

I struggled to catch my breath, he was significantly bigger than any shifter I had ever seen. Much bigger than his Beta Jax and Delta Marcus. He was even bigger than Alpha Axton.

My body began to shake under his touch. I didn’t want him to let go of me, but I didn’t want to be his. I didn’t want to be anybody’s.

Without saying another word, he pushed his face into my neck. I could feel his sharp canines scraping against my tender skin. His warm breath sent a shiver up my spine, the hair on my arms standing straight at attention. I felt trapped in time, my body frozen at his demanding touch. His aura was unlike anyone’s I had ever felt before, he held natural dominance and strength.

Large hands ran up the sides of my small body, up my legs and over my hips until his hand stopped at the rip of my dress along my torso. He growled furiously, anger seething from him. He whipped his head around towards Beta Jax and Delta Marcus who looked like they had seen a ghost, the blood dispersing from their faces.

“Who fucking touched her?”, he roared through the cell.