The Alpha

Chapter 45

Scarlet's POV

Soon we are passing buildings that gradually get bigger and bigger while also getting more congested.

Eventually we are stopped by a pair of guards. "What's your business here?" one demands, though I

can't see him from my position.

"We come bearing a gift for Alpha Lucien," Rowan replies as he lowers me to the ground and spins me

around to face the two unknown wolves. I stumble slightly with my ankles still bound together, but

Rowan steadies me as he places hands on my arms. Both the guards narrow their eyes at me

suspiciously before they look at one another. The left one gives the other a nod and then the one on

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A moment later the left says, "Alright, follow us."

Rowan hefts me up again and I grunt as his shoulder hits me in the gut. I begin to squirm and he gives

my butt a couple pats. "There there," he begins teasingly and a low, threatening snarl rips through my

lips. "Don't start acting up or I'll have to drug you again," he warns. I grumble softly to myself as I hold

my head up and look around. That's when I notice the large skyscraper that we are heading towards. It

is both magnificent and bizarre. It is somehow modern and medieval as it is built to look like a castle,

but with steel and glass. My eyes travel up to the tall spires that touch the sky. Every inch of it is

pristine with a large silver gate surrounding it to help protect it against unwanted visitors. My stomach

flips within me. I hope Ethan and his team can find a way in.

We stop at the gate's entrance and a camera buzzes and moves as it focuses on us before a voice

crackles through the intercom. "State your business."

One of the guards then replies gruffly, "Alpha is expecting us. We have brought him his chosen Luna."

Another loud buzz sounds before the gates open and we walk through. Large, arched glass doors

swing open into a large throne room. Humongous crystal chandeliers hang above us. The floor is a

shiny blue tile that looks much like the thick, tinted windows. The only thing in the room is a wide

platform with a throne sitting in the middle of it with smaller versions of it on either side, presumably for

his Luna and daughter. Just the thought of Nicole makes me grimace in disgust before I hear another

door open from off to the side. I strain my head to try to see but am unable, until Rowan puts me down

again. That's when I see him. Lucien standing in front of his throne with a disarming glint in his eye that

spells trouble. A shiver runs up my spine and it feels like ice has filled my veins. Fear. This man is

seems completely unhinged and I have no idea what to expect next from him.

I'm held firmly in place as Lucien strides towards me, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "Hello

again my lovely muse," he coos once he reaches me. He is now only a step away from me and my

stomach does a flip, making me want to vomit. I have half a nerve to let it happen. Maybe if I spew all

over his fancy leather shoes he'll lose interest. However, I don't want him to know how much he affects

me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! You have no right!" I exclaim as I push through the sick

feeling that has come over me.

His eyes flash with anger for a moment before he reigns it in. "I have every right! I am Alpha of the

Silver Shadow Pack!" he retorts as he extends himself to his full height.

"And I'm Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack!" I insist back and his thin lips instantly curl into an enraged

snarl.

"Not yet you aren't. He has not presented you to his pack yet and therefore it isn't official."

"I've been marked and mated. I don't give a damn that he hasn't announced it yet. The only reason he

held off was because he didn't want to be disrespectful to you, you sick bastard."

He steps closer to me and places his hands on my arms to hold me in place as his chest presses

against mine. The guards and twins all step back, feeling the threat of his alpha aura as it rolls off him.

For some reason it doesn't affect me. It only makes me angrier. "You will be mine within the week. I

have requested the assistance of a witch that lives in my territory. She knows a spell to remove your

mark so that I am free to place my own on you."

"No. Ethan is my mate. I will never be yours. You can't have me. I will fight you until my last breath," I

remark with defiance as I meet his eyes.

"Good. I like a good fight," he growls back as his arm reaches around me and yanks my hair back so

that I'm forced to look at the ceiling. I am completely vulnerable to him in this position and I utterly hate

it. Traitor tears fill my eyes as my fear and frustration seems to bubble up to the surface. I feel his lips

press against my neck and I squirm in his grasp, which he immediately tightens around me. His mouth

works its way down my throat as he licks and sucks at me sensitive flesh. I feel a single tear escape my

eyes at it slowly trickles down my cheek. I exhale slowly as I try to calm myself. I don't want to show

any kind of weakness. He stops when he reaches the nook of my neck, where Ethan's mark is. He

glares at it before pulling back from me. "Soon, my mark will be on you and everyone will know that you

belong to me."

"NEVER," I demand forcefully, meeting his gaze once more.

He holds his hand out to Ryder who passes him the rag and bottle of chloroform. I try to back away, but

trip into Rowan who wraps his arms around me, keeping me still as Lucien places the cloth over my

nose and mouth. And for the third time in less than twenty-four hours I'm enveloped by darkness.