Page 3 of Forced By the Alpha

During the capture, I hadn’t paid much attention to our quarry’s features, and I was shocked at what was before me. I had expected to see a feral, evil enchantress. Instead, I found a completely normal-looking woman. The only strange thing about her was the long, straight, bright red hair that had spilled out onto the floor around her head.

I bent down and brushed away the strands that covered her face, revealing her rather attractive features. Her supple,pearly skin was unmarked, aside from a large scratch on her forehead that was blossoming into a bruise.

She hit the ground harder than I thought,said my wolf, Blizzard.I’m sure she’ll fix it as soon as she wakes up.

My fingers had continued running through her hair as I examined her face, but as soon as Blizzard spoke, I became aware of my actions. I whipped my hand away from her and stood, staring at her prone form below me. A look of disgust pulled my lips down as I chided myself for my straying thoughts. She may be conventionally attractive, but she didn’t deserve my admiration or pity for her predicament.

I grabbed a chair and positioned it a few feet away from the woman, watching her for signs of movement. No matter how long it took for her to wake from her injury, I would be there waiting.

Luckily, it didn’t take long at all. After only a few minutes of observation, her eyes fluttered open and a look of confusion crossed her face. Her slender hand moved to her head as she winced, holding her injury. She sat up and looked around the cabin as she tried to get her bearings.

I didn’t speak as I watched her, choosing instead to stare as she took in the view of her prison. Her eyes landed on the torn bag next to her, and she rubbed her hand across it as she pieced together how she had come to be in this place. An evil grin spread across my face as her eyes settled on me. This was what I had been working toward for years. The moment was finally here.

“You,” she hissed.

She crouched in a defensive position as we locked eyes. I had been expecting brown, but her eyes were a luminous green. They reminded me of sunlight filtering through thick oak leaves.

Focus,Blizzard growled at me.

“Hello, Sienna. Do you know who I am?” I asked.

“Of course,” she spat. “You look like Killian—if he were an evil monster who enjoyed hurting innocent people.”

My eyes narrowed menacingly at her statement while the corner of my mouth turned up in a smirk. If I had learned anything about throwing my enemies off guard, it was to never let them know what you were feeling. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I must have confused you with the other evil psychopath who imprisoned all the werewolf children in Pinedale,” Sienna responded.

I jumped to my feet and took a step toward her before I realized what I was doing. Her anger and defiance had ignited my rage, but now wasn’t the time for a fight. I had a bigger purpose for her than death.

She hadn’t reacted to my sudden movement, either, which gave me pause. Surprising people was one of my favorite moves. I loved to see the way their pupils narrowed in fear as their eyes widened. But this creature hadn’t moved a muscle. Wasn’t she afraid of me? Didn’t she know what I could do to her—woulddo to her—if I felt like it?

She is afraid,Blizzard assured me.I can hear her heart racing from here.

Good, I replied.

“If you’ve heard of me, then you know what I’m capable of,” I said to Sienna. “You’re in my territory now. I suggest you cooperate if you want things to go well for you.”

“I’m not a part of Killian’s pack, so your whole plan to kidnap me and get some kind of retribution on him is stupid and pointless. You won’t hurt him by hurting me,” she said spitefully.

I laughed maniacally at her statement, even though there was nothing funny about what she’d said. My goal was to unbalance her thought process. I could see from the fear and disgust on her face that it was working.

“I didn’t bring you here to hurt my brother,” I told her quietly.

“Why, then?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. This was it. I finally would get to tell my story and fix the evil that I had been cursed with.

“I’ll tell you a little story.”

Chapter 3 - Sienna

My eyes darted between Franco and the door behind him as he looked at me menacingly. His eyes were wild. I could practically feel the hate rolling off his tall, sinewy frame toward me. He held himself like a predator: watching and waiting for his prey to make one wrong move before he took them down.

I had heard the stories about him from Killian but never expected to be face-to-face with the monster who had taken over Pinedale and intimidated the packs there. It was only through sheer determination and luck that they had driven him off, and I knew my chances of escape were dwindling by the second. That door was my only hope. Somehow, I needed to find a way out of this cabin and away from this madman.

“Come, sit with me,” he said, pulling up two chairs so that they were facing one another.

The last thing I wanted to do was sit close to him, but his expression told me there was no room to decline. Hesitantly, I moved toward the chair. As I approached, his blue eyes flashed at me, and I was reminded of icicles.

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