The Alpha's Seeress

Chapter 2

Olivia Isla

I woke up in an unfamiliar setting, the room enveloped in beige hues and the ceiling fashioned with a medieval-like interior. It didn't resemble a hospital; instead, it felt oddly reminiscent of my own room. Anxiety surged within me, prompting me to spring from my lying position.

"Where am I?" I murmured to myself, desperately trying to grasp onto any shreds of memory. All I could recall was falling off a cliff and sinking into the water below. What came after that? Wait, I attempted to pinch myself, feeling the sting on my skin. This couldn't be the afterlife either.

Lost in my thoughts, the door creaked open, and three men strode in. My mouth fell, the surroundings almost frozen as they entered. Towering figures, easily 6ft or taller, with Adonis-like physiques exuding a commanding presence. I had never seen anyone so dangerously attractive, and if they attended my university, they'd undoubtedly draw a crowd of admirers. But thoughts of their looks were quickly set aside.

"Uh, hi?" I stammered awkwardly, my hand tentatively raised. "This isn't some kind of k*dnapping, is it?"

Although they were as handsome as could be, I couldn't allow Nana Sienna to endure more problems because of me. We weren't affluent, not part of that old-money elite. Nana could provide, but it was all from her hard-earned toil.

"Is she the one, Alpha?" the ginger-haired man queried the one standing at the forefront.

Oddly enough, I'm not having any visions related to them. Normally, there'd be some kind of forewarning about future instances. And strangely, I have no idea what or who saved me. That's the frustrating part of my ability—I can foresee the future but never glimpse the past. There's no looking back for me.

"Isn't she human?" the other man with semi-balding hair interjected.

Of course, I'm human. What's going on with them? Are they on something? I deliberately wore a perplexed expression, hoping to convey that their behavior seemed erratic. I scanned the entire room once more. Could this be some sort of mental facility? Are they mental patients?

"Who are you guys?" I repeated, though my initial attempt yielded no response.

The man in the middle continued to give me that unsettling stare. He'd been glaring at me ever since they entered, as if I had committed some grave mistake. I attempted to address him directly, but he remained silent, just standing there in front of me, engaging in what felt like a staring contest.

"Hey! Are you all deaf or something? Can't you hear me?" I snapped when met with continued silence.

I shook my head, realizing there was no hope of getting any answers from them. Instead of allowing them to further perplex me, I made the decision to stand up and leave. But just as I was about to take my first step, a blurry vision flashed in my mind, causing me to halt.

My gaze fixated on the man in the middle, and the color of his eyes provided the confirmation I needed. I bit my lip, slowly moving toward the door, a particular desire to escape overpowering me. These individuals were not human. The vision I'd seen—those were... monsters. Something that exist only on books. Or so I thought.

"You're not leaving," came a command that propelled me to bolt for the door. Thankfully, it wasn't locked, allowing me to pass through without difficulty.

I heard a curse escape them before their footsteps chased after me. Leave me alone.

"Hey, stop!" they shouted.

I didn't listen. Nana Sienna's words about not trusting strangers echoed in my mind. So, I continued to run, clueless about my destination. The hallway sprawled wide and long, a labyrinth of turning points that left me disoriented, unsure which path would lead to my escape.

Running, I prayed fervently for protection. Perhaps this was my karma for deceiving all my professor and disregarding Nana Sienna's advices. Lost in a mix of fear and determination to flee, I collided headfirst with a solid wall. Massaging my forehead, I attempted to assess the situation, only for my eyes to widen in shock.

"AHHHHH—" My scream was muffled as the man from before covered my mouth. How did he manage to catch up with me? I was a decent runner; I even won the sophomore marathon.

"Shut up, woman. I'm not gonna hurt you," he warned coldly, his thick accent adding to the intensity.

I vigorously shook my head, desperate to break free from his grip. He was undeniably strong, but luckily, my background in jujitsu came in handy. Sensing a slight loosening of his hold, I seized the opportunity, biting down and swiftly stepping on his foot before delivering a forceful kick to his groin. He yelled in pain and released me.

I raced ahead, intending to turn right, but the ginger-haired man appeared, prompting me to retract and opt for the left. However, the bald man had already positioned himself, blocking my path. Oh, damn. I found myself cornered.

Uncertain of their strength, I knew I had to stake everything on my last hope. Remaining here meant certain death. Taking in a deep breath, I charged straight at the semi-bald man. He braced himself in the center, poised to grab me. I accelerated my pace, doubling my speed. Just a meter away, I threw myself to the floor, narrowly evading his grasp.

"Seriously, Vix?" I heard a complaint, but I didn't dare glance back. Escaping remained my priority.

After what felt like an eternity of running, I finally caught sight of the exit. My knees threatened to give way, but this wasn't the moment for weakness. With labored breaths and a resolute heart, I made a dash for the exit. However, the sight that greeted me outside brought me to a complete stop—the three men from earlier stood there, waiting, as though I were their prey. What the heck? I cursed under my breath, utterly disbelieving the situation.

"I'm tired," I admitted, my breaths heavy. "What do you all want?"

Vix offered me tea after their ambush, ushering me into this opulent living room. The place's interior boasted a mix of modern and traditional design, exuding an old-money vibe.

The chandelier resembled undulating sea waves, while the light fixtures overhead mimicked the gentle glow of the moon. The color scheme, predominantly gold and white, exuded an air of simple elegance. My own two-story house paled in comparison to this grandeur. These beings... these monsters were incredibly rich. But I wasn't here to marvel at their riches. My attention refocused on the situation at hand.

"Speak," I demanded, fixing my gaze firmly on the man who'd been kicked in the groin earlier. He sat opposite me, assuming a posture that exuded authority. I recalled Vix referring to him as Alpha earlier; undoubtedly, he was their leader.

He cleared his throat, a grin forming on his face. "Before anything else, Miss, let me introduce myself. I am Riley Ash—"

I swiftly waved my hand, dismissing his introduction. "I don't need to know your name. You're a monster!" I rudely interjected. "What I want to know is why you kidnapped me here? Don't you all realize I need to visit Gongzu Wooden House for my history assignment? Now that you've kidnapped me, my friends must be searching, Nana Sienna must be worried sick, and I haven't completed my history assignment. If I fail, what are you all going to do?" I complained at length.

Their mouths dropped open in unison after my lengthy complaint. Riley, or whoever he was, looked dumbfounded. I didn't care if he was the Alpha or the leader of their monster kingdom. My history assignment held more importance to me.

"Wait," Riley spoke up after composing himself. "You said 'monster.' Us? In what way?" His tone held a trace of disbelief.

It does seem like Riley has some selective hearing, focusing solely on the word "monster" and completely ignoring my concerns about my history assignment. Priorities, Riley, priorities! I'm seriously tempted to smack his face out of annoyance.

"Aren't you werewolves?" I stated matter-of-factly. It's what I saw in my vision. "You shift at night, have fangs, and claws."

The trio exchanged glances, a knowing look passing between them as if they had just confirmed something.

"She is the one," Riley declared, leaving me utterly perplexed. Well, yeah, 'I'll be the one to punch the hell out of you all,' I muttered to myself, trying to control my irritation.

Riley suddenly turned towards me, his expression serious, as if the brief celebration earlier had never happened. "So, Miss Fierce, I have a proposal to make... I want you to be my seeress," he proposed.

My brow furrowed in slight surprise that he knew I could see visions, probably part of their power. However, it wasn't his mention of my ability that caught my attention but the name he used to address me. I scoffed internally, imitating his 'Miss Fierce' tone in my head, which only added to my annoyance. "Call me Olivia," I demanded. "And no, I reject your offer."