Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
The rogues… the people she had torn limb from limb. She stood covered in their blood… smiling. Why was she smiling? Alexander’s wheelchair… the blood. She was smiling because they couldn’t hurt him if they were in pieces. She saw their faces clearly now, she recognized them. They were wolves of Whiteridge.
The tears fell down her cheeks, and Jackson let out a laugh.
“You didn’t know…” he said with such glee. “Alexander never told you, did he?”
Selene turned back to Jackson, a satisfied look on his face.
“Yea,” he nodded. “He knew.”
She looked away.
“He knew that you killed members of Whiteridge and Shadowcrest. But he didn’t tell you.”
Selene closed her eyes, clenching her jaw. How was this possible?
“Shadowcrest… they were already picked when I joined up, but Whiteridge, that was my get,” he said, smiling proudly.
“It was easy, all I had to do was convince Kirnon that it was what was best for his pack,” Jackson said mockingly. “You know they were struggling, right?”
Selene didn’t want to, but she looked up. She knew Whiteridge had some issues with the orders for the leather armors, but she didn’t think they were in real trouble.
“I didn’t exactly lie, I told him if he gave up his Alpha title, his people would be taken care of… and they were… just… in a more permanent sense,” Jackson smiled. “Thanks to us.”
“You monster!” she spat at him.
“That’s not nice!” he shouted back. He sighed. “That’s not nice.”
Jackson was showing signs of irritation. He paced back and forth.
“All I’m trying to do, Selene, is prove to you that we belong together. That I accept you for all that you are. The beauty and the beast.”
He moved quickly to his knees in front of her. Looking up with eyes pleading to be understood.
“Because that’s what you are, a beast. A beautiful beast,” he whispered. Smiling at her, in his own disgusting way, he was genuinely trying to compliment her.
Selene couldn’t listen to him anymore, her legs were bound together, but not to the chair. She used the little strength she had to kick him as hard as she could.
He fell back, grabbing at his mouth there was blood on his hand when he pulled it away.
Jackson got up from the floor and growled at her.
“Fine!” he snarled. “Have it your way.”
Jackson walked around. He removed small white covers from vents all over the room. Once he had collected them all, he came back to stand before her.
He let her loose from the chair and moved her back to the bed. She struggled, but she was worn down.
Once he had her tied back down. He looked down at her, for a moment, she saw the look of adoration in his eyes that she used to enjoy. But now, there was something behind it, darkness.
He sighed.
“I’m going to go,” he began. “But, since you refuse to accept the truth about yourself… I have to help you… and it’s not going to be easy for you.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“When I leave, those vents will start slowly pouring in a chemical mix that will help you realize who you are. Help you embrace your power.”
“What?”
“And when you do,” he said, petting her hair gently. “When you let go and let the rage take you… when you’re covered in their blood… you’ll understand that we belong together.”
“Their… the children?” she asked in horror. “You want me to kill the children?”
“They’re sad, Selene,” he said, looking down at her with a soft smile. “End their suffering.”
“You’re disgusting!” she shouted, spitting at him. “I won’t do it! Never!”
“You won’t have a choice!” Jackson snarled in her face. “You’ll lose your mind… Just like Renee…”
Selene gasped. She had known, of course, but how he casually said it shocked her.
Jackson gave her a half-cocked smile before he stepped away.
Selene heard the door open and close. A few minutes later, the air kicking on sent a panic through her heart.
Selene fought long and hard to keep her sanity.
Somewhere in the room, there was a speaker. Every once in a while, Jackson would talk through it, taunting her. Encouraging her to let go.
He told her that he diluted the mist and made sure it was enough to trigger the paranoia, the fear, but not enough to reach her heart like the last time.
“There’s no risk of you leaving me early, baby. I made sure you’ll be here a long time. We’ll keep trying until it works.”
The hope in his voice sickened her.
It was taking everything she had to fight against her own mind pulling her down into the abyss. The little sleep she got was filled with nightmares and screams.
She felt weak, tired, she wasn’t sure if she could keep going much longer.
“Alexander…” she whispered. “Please… find me…”
Selene sobbed helplessly as the red and black fog of her fears surrounded her and swallowed her whole.
***
She was in Whiteridge, around fifteen years old. She and Axel had come to meet with Alpha Kirnon about an order for new gear. There was a girl watching them, she was probably just a couple of years older than Selene. But she watched Axel carefully.
Selene smiled. It was clear this girl liked her brother.
A man moved in front of Selene he smiled at her, she remembered him as being kind. He had given a bracelet. Something new he was trying to make for the children.
Selene smiled and accepted the bracelet. He gave her a gentle smile, and then she stabbed him repeatedly.
His blood covered her hands, drenched the bracelet. But she still smiled..
A woman came up behind her. This time she offered Selene a dessert, some kind of cake bar. Selene gladly accepted, taking a bite as she slit the woman’s throat.
Now the screams began.
***
Over and over again she killed the people of Whiteridge, whether they ran or hid or simply looked at her, it didn’t matter. She killed them all with a smile on her face.
Selene fell to the ground, cowering in on herself. She cried and prayed for this nightmare to end.
It took a moment for her to recognize that the sound had fallen away, the laughter, the wet squelching echo. It was all gone.
She dared to lift her head, surprised to see that everything around her, had changed. Selene stood up and looked around.
She was on a hill, overlooking a territory so large she couldn’t see its end. Above her, the moon, full and bright looked down with a warmth and presence that calmed her heart.
“Where am I?” she said aloud.
“Here,” a voice called out to her. “There. Wherever you need to be.”
Selene looked around but saw no one.
“Why are you here?” the voice asked.
Selene spun around, trying to find them.
“Answer.”
She took a deep breath.
“I’m lost,” Selene replied. “I’m trying to find my way out. Before I’m stuck here.”
“How have you lost your way?”
“There was… a gas… it messed with my mind… made me angry,” Selene began. “I think I let go… for just a moment… but it was enough.”
“Let go? Of what?”
“My control,” Selene replied. “I have something… inside of me… something dark.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a rage,” Selene said. “A rage that takes over and kills indiscriminately.”
“Do you believe that?”
Selene furrowed her brows.
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