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Taken For The Alpha ✔️

by Midika

Taken For The Alpha ✔️

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Taken For The Alpha ✔️

Werewolf

18+ read at your discretion! My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..." He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?" "Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper.

Ayah has always been unremarkable in every way other than in the power she wields. Since she was little she has been able to heal even the most fatal of wounds. Because of this, her father has locked her away, keeping her powers safe from the outside world. That is, until a man appears below her balcony, giving her a glimpse into the freedom she could finally have. However, the moment she starts to trust him, he takes her captive, revealing his identity to be a powerful Alpha who needs her to heal his younger sister. But when the girl's illness becomes impossible for Ayah to heal, she is dragged on a journey beside the Alpha to find an amplifier. On the way she learns their connection goes deeper than their heated attraction, to a soul bond neither can deny.

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I look down at a stunned Ayah who was distraught just a moment ago. I can see it in the flush of her cheeks and the roundness of her eyes.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm fine," she blurts out.
No she isn't. I saw her pawing at her chest as I approached her, scanning the snow around her feet like she dropped something.
I look to Blake. "What happened?"
She looks at Ayah, then back at me, sizing up her options. She's contemplating lying to me for the sake of her friend, but rightly decides against it.
"Someone stole her necklace," she says in a rush, shrugging her shoulders at a betrayed looking Ayah. "Sorry."
At least there is one reason not to regret letting my stablehand and her brother off for smuggling Ayah out of my home.
My gaze immediately shifts to Ayah's neck. Sure enough, the necklace she hasn't once taken off since I gave it back to her is missing.
"When?" I ask calmly, looking around at the crowd mulling about, shoulders jostling together and feet stamping into the snow.
"Maybe a minute or so ago." She lays her palm against the chest, feeling the absence of it. "And it wasn't stolen. It was lost."
I focus on the quiet anger rolling through me. I've gone lethally still as I contemplate how Ayah might have come to be without the necklace I gave her. It is the last reminder of the time we had together, of the man I was when I gifted it to her.
"I'll find it," I assure her tonelessly.
"No Zaon, don't." She pins me with a look that's not enough to melt the snow beneath her feet. "It's not worth making a scene over."
My eyes narrow imperceptibly. If someone stole from my Ayah, they'll come to regret it. I'm not going to stop until it has been returned to her.
"I got that necklace for you, and someone stole it," I seethe. "I'm going to get it back at whatever cost."
She shakes her head, flustered. "Please...don't do this. I'm having a good time and I don't want someone's blood on my hands."
I'm more than happy to bear the weight of that moral quandary. However, I'm not going to gain any favors with Ayah unless I concede. For now.
I look over her, wondering if it would be smart to avoid her this evening. She's bundled up in a thick cream coat with a burgundy scarf twisted around her neck. She's still adapting to the climate here.
If I'm honest with myself, she suits this place, being amongst my people.
"I won't find who stole this necklace if you allow me to take you on a tour of all the festival has to offer." I swallow my anger, setting it aside for use later.
Ayah blinks, not accepting the other.
She gestures awkwardly at her friend. "Blake is doing a good job so far."
"Actually, I should probably get back to my mother's stall to help out," she rushes to say. "You can come back with me, or..."
She looks at me, then back at Ayah again. I'm not sure if I'm deciphering Blake's intentions properly, but it almost seems like she wants Ayah and I to become close.
"She'll stay with me. Thank you, Blake."
She grins, giving a little wave. "See yah."
Ayah turns before her friend can hurry off, grabbing her wrist. While they are immersed in conversation, I turn to my guard lingering close by. He stalks close upon my command.
"Find who stole the necklace then report back to me," I order lowly.
He nods. "Yes sir."
Ayah shifts back to face me again, just as my guard has turned to leave.
"Don't you have other important business to attend to?" She folds her arms over chest, her arms narrowing like she's accusing me of something.
I do have plenty to do, but someone needs to keep an eye on Ayah. Plus, she's a good distraction. Usually I would be supervising my sister, but this year, that responsibility doesn't exist.
"I could brush shoulders with my pack members, or do what I usually do." I slide my hands into my coat pockets. "But unfortunately this year, I can't."
The ire in her expression melts away like the snow close to the bonfire that has finally been linked.
"Because your sister isn't here?"
A thick lump gathers in the base of my throat. I want to talk about Iris more to Ayah, but in this moment, I can't summon the words. This time of year without her is...harder than I anticipated. Especially with my mother being gone.
"May I take you to her favorite part of the festival?" I ask softly.
"Alright." She seems to read the emotion on my face, otherwise I'm sure she would have rejected my offer.
We fall into step with each other, a silence growing between us. The heat of the bonfire pulses against my skin as we circle around it and head toward the small wooded area that Iris loved to frequent.
It's mostly because of the intricately hung lantern lights. I'm not sure how my employees did it, but firelight glows in different colors all about, casting vivid light into the trees.
I can still imagine my mother ushering my baby sister away from the darkness of the woods, but Iris wouldn't have it. She'd always relent, and we would have the best time.
It was a beautiful reprieve from my fathers coldness, who never deigned to mingle with his pack members in this kind of setting.
Ayah's eyes are wide as she drinks in the lights, which gild the strong lines of her face.
Feeling the pressure of my stare, she looks at me warily.
"You're being nice to me. Why?"
"Am I not usually nice?" My hands slide into my pockets, as I walk. We're getting further from the larger crowd now, shadows pressing in around us.
"I didn't think you were capable of it," she admits.
I feel like teasing her. "Has it not been nice of me to gift you all those orgasms?"
"I just mean that you don't have to even tolerate me. I'm just a tool to you, a method of saving your sister." She eyes me sideways. "So why bother even talking to me?"
She's testing me. She wants me to admit that there is more to our relationship than this deal.
When I watched her throw up blood after Raven poisoned with her, I was rushing to her side without a thought for how she might heal Iris if she was dying.
In that moment, I just wanted her to be okay.
"Maybe I just like your company," I say simply. It's much easier to keep this conversation light than get into the nuisances of our relationship. I doubt Ayah is very interested in that anyway.
The forest breaks into a larger path, where people hop into ornate open carriages. Their silver embellishments glow beneath the firelight, and so do the sleek coats of the horses pulling them.