Page 2 of Her Destined Alpha
I couldn’t breathe anymore. My vision was darkening. The lack of oxygen was finally getting to me, but just before I could give way to the blessing of unconsciousness, Amoria’s spell was lifted. I gasped as I sucked in air, the taste of blood in my mouth. Blood trickled down my nose, and I wiped it away shakily. My entire body was crying in pain.
“What are you two doing?” Father’s cold voice asked.
“Sorry, Father, but she was being disrespectful,” Amoria whined. Father sighed.
“Well, you will both be glad to know that we’re finally getting rid of this thing. I can finally make a name for myself, a proper one without the foreshadowing of this curse!” he spat. His words hurt the most. I looked up at him. I had been able to hold back my tears, but seeing the unbridled rage emanating from him seemed to destroy everything within me.
“Father,” I croaked. He yanked me up by my elbow and dragged me towards the door. “Where are we going?” I cried, whimpering at the pain in my body.
“Father! W-what are you doing?” My nine-year-old brother, Ames, cried fearfully from where he stood on the winding staircase. If anyone in that house cared for me, it was him. He was four years younger than me but with a heart full of compassion.
“I’m finally getting rid of this omen,” Father spat harshly, shoving me out the front door.
I hit the wet ground, my tears stinging my cheeks as I looked back at Father, who stepped out into the cold after grabbing a cloak. He yanked me up and dragged me towards the forest.
“Father, where are you taking me? Please!” I cried out. The smooth floor changed to sharp stones and gravel the closer we got to the forest, digging into my feet painfully.
He didn’t even bother replying as he made his way faster into the forest. It was freezing, and my tattered, oversized, thin shirt hung off my shoulder. The pair of worn-out leggings that I wore did nothing to protect me from the cold.
Father suddenly stopped and threw me to the ground. I wasn’t expecting it and fell face forward, my cheek scraping against the roots of a tree. My heart was racing with frustration and agony.What did I do to deserve this?
“As promised, she’s all yours,” Father spoke. I tensely looked up and around, only to notice the cloaked figure that stood a few feet away, the hood covering his face.
“Perfect. As promised.” He tossed a bag towards Father, who picked it up and looked through it.
“Perfect,” he replied.
Any hope I had, that deep down he still had an ounce of compassion for me, vanished when I saw the bundles of money. But it was his following words that destroyed me completely. “When you’re done with her, don’t bring her back here.”
I couldn’t breathe, my vision blurring with tears as he turned and walked away. I raised a trembling hand, reaching out for him.
“Father! Please don’t!” I screamed.
“Shut it,” the man who had bought me muttered, dragging me by my arm.
“No! Father, please! Don’t let him take me! Father!” I screamed with everything I had, my fear and panic consuming me as I struggled to free myself. “No, Father, please! Please… I’m sorry, I’m sorry for not doing better…”
Deep down, I knew it wasn’t me... but it was futile as I was dragged away, clawing at the man’s hand to release me. I screamed for forgiveness and one more chance. Deep within, something snapped. The howling wind suddenly stilled, and I glared into the darkness behind me. I felt a blistering rage swell inside. My wrists burned as the runes glowed, my eyes stinging.
“I won’t forget this,” I whispered. My words were so cold that I, myself, felt the ominous shiver run down my spine.
“Shit!” the man muttered before something struck me on the back of my skull. Extreme pain erupted in my head, and then my world went black…
My Life
Delsanra
PRESENT DAY
“Please, Horace, can’t you fit me in for a few more hours?” I asked pleadingly, glancing towards the open door to the diner. The warm glow and chatter of people having a good time on a Friday night created a pleasant buzz.
He looked down at me, his beefy body bulging in his poorly fitted suit and his pale blue eyes running over my body. I felt repulsed but kept my face emotionless.
“You know, doll, there are other ways to earn well... I’m willing to pay a good number,” he rasped. I pursed my lip.Yeah, right, as if I’d ever let this beef burger and his sausage anywhere near me.
“Horace, aren’t you married?” I asked, trying not to glare at the man before me.He’s your boss, Del. Remember that.
“Jill doesn’t need to know anything,” he murmured, brushing a strand of my white hair off my face. I tried not to cringe when his stale, smoky breath hit my face. “You’re a pretty little thing, Ana, I’m sure anyone would pay a pretty penny.” I stepped back, taking my all not to slap him for his sleazy comments.
