Prisoner of Posessive Love

Author's Note: Hi guys! This was my very first book and it's far from perfect. You may especially be surprised if you read it after my best works (The Selection: Bride of the Dark Dragon, Dragon's Ice, Breaking Engagement). They are very different. So, please, keep that in mind. I am still editing this book, fixing mistakes and rewriting some scenes at least a little bit. The list of my books: Werewolf series: 1) His Unsuspecting Mate 2) Alpha Witch 3) Demon Alpha & His Mate Dragon shifter series 1: 1) The Selection: Bride of the Dark Dragon 2) Dragon King's Forbidden Love (the winner of the Royal Conteste 2021, 4th place, first round) Dragon series 2: 1) Dragon's Ice (the winner of the Young Adult competition 2021) 2) The Emerald Seer I am standing in the middle of a rye field, the sun blinds my eyes as the wind blows my curly hair right into my face. Why am I here or how did I get here– I don’t know. But suddenly I see a person standing at the other end of the field. I can’t see him clearly, but it’s a tall athletic man with dark hair in jeans and a white unbuttoned shirt that flutters in the wind. I should go to him and ask him what is going on here, but as soon as I make my first step, I hear someone call me from the back: Alyssa!  I turn and see another dark figure. He also has dark hair and his shirt is black…  And I officially don’t know what to do… Who should I go to? ‘Alyssa!’  I hear the man in the white shirt call me as well. "Alyssa! For f**k’s sake! Are you ever going to wake up?"  I hear my friend’s Meghan’s voice and immediately feel a pillow land in my face. My instincts tell me that a second pillow will follow the first one right after and I am not wrong, but I catch it by my hand and send it back right into my best friend. "You are annoying like hell, Megs",  I say. "Right back at ya! Go to shower quickly, I want you to do my hair before they arrive!"  she is almost squeaking with excitement.   You see, my bestie just found her mate. Apparently, he is a gorgeous redhead from one of the deadliest packs in the country – the Crimson Moon Pack. Which probably makes him a serial murderer, considering that they are mainly warriors who fight, fight, fight, clean out rogues and wipe out whole other packs… But Megs assures me that he is as cute and nice as a puppy. A puppy! Meghan was never very good at judging males.  But hey ho… they are mates! So there isn’t much that we can do about it anyway. And today is the day of the Sending off ritual. It’s a very old werewolf thing that no one does anymore really, but my Dad, the Alpha of our pack, insisted that we should do it. Meghan is like a daughter to him. She lived with me, my Dad and my brother since her family was killed in the Great war. This is when my Mom died as well. And nothing bonds two lonely pups better than common grief. She is not my blood, but I would kill for her. So this ginger “puppy” from the Crimson pack better treat my girl like a queen. Or else. The worst thing about today, that since Megs’ ginger puppy is the second in command of the Crimson pack, almost all their leaders would be arriving at our place. I can only hope, that at least their Alpha – the infamous bloody monster Dimitry Richards would not be arriving. According to Dad, he never attends any occasions of any sort except for when someone is going to be slaughtered by him. So, fingers crossed, he would not be interested in some old fashioned ritual. After a shower, I go to Meghan’s room and meet my brother, Dan, on the way. "It’s happening bro, deal with it," - I ruin his hair, which he obviously has been working on as I feel some hair product on my fingers and smile the most supporting smile I can master. Dan likes Megs. He thinks he loves her, but I think he is just confused since he had a crush on her since like...forever. But it never evolved. There even was time when he was sure that she is his mate, but she didn’t feel a thing, so I am pretty sure that’s not it. He never told her and neither did I. I can keep secrets, you know. Megs wasn’t helping though, thinking he is her brother as well as mine and walking in her very revealing sportswear or lacy PJs in front of him most of the time. So, there’s a lot of drama in the house as you can see. Dan is heartbroken and I am so hoping that he will find his mate soon too. That would be amazing, Moon Goddess, please, hear me! "You are such a pain in the ass, Ally, you know that?"  he growls, but I know that’s not how he feels. "What are sisters for, bro? You and I are getting drunk later tonight!", I smile. " Who is getting drunk?" I hear my father’s warning alpha voice behind my back. "Meghan!" I shoot immediately without thinking,  "Isn’t there wine at the Sending off ritual?" "It’s actually supposed to be the blood of our enemies,"  Father smirks,  "But I decided that’s not necessary anymore." "Good call, Dad,"  I say, cringing inside and thinking that Crimson pack would probably actually prefer the blood… And, boy, do they have enemies to choose from! "Let’s go, son,"  father nods to Dan. I am sure he knows as well,  "They will be here in an hour or so and we should be ready." I go to Meghan’s room. She is sitting in her underwear in front of her dressing table and applies her make up.  "You look so beautiful," I say and take the hair straightener, start working on her “effortlessly looking curls” that take us just about an hour and a half to make. "And you look gorgeous, sis" she says, "But you were screaming in your dream when I came to you. Bad dream?" "More of a weird one," I reply and tell her everything.  "Wow, Als, It looks like the Mate Dream!" she is excited. "In the Mate Dream you are supposed to see one man! The Mate! And I…. I don’t know what I saw really… " "My mate dreams weren’t clear at all,"  Megs is overly excited,  "But as soon as I saw Tyler – I knew!" "Yeah, yeah…", I try to calm her down, but it’s not possible at this point. "You know what it means?" she is squeaking again and I know exactly what she is thinking. She already believes that “my mate” is from the Crimson Moon pack as well. Goddess, please, no! I would hate for it to be true. It’s enough that she is going there and that we’ll be seeing them on family occasions only. I don’t want to move there myself! And I don’t want to find my mate now! This is the worst possible time as I am about to compete for the next Alpha title.    My Dad wants to retire and anyone with the alpha blood can take part in the trials. And yes, I would be going against my brother, but he is cool with it. My Dad brought us up as equals. I am as good of a fighter as he is and if I am completely honest, I am much better in politics than he is. Moreover, that would give me a chance to stay in our pack forever and this is exactly what I want. A mate can wait. "Mates never wait!" It’s my wolf, Kira, opening our mind link. "Sure they can!" I reply to her, "Becoming Alpha is more important!" "Becoming Alpha is important, but there is nothing more wonderful than being with a mate!", Kira never gives up. And unlike me - she thinks about our future love of our life a lot.  "Go sleep, Kira, enough of this mate talk!",  I say and switch off the link. I am done with Meghan’s hair and look at myself in the mirror. I apply some glossy Pillowtalk lipstick and quickly add some mascara to make my long lashes even fuller and... that's it! I am done. Megs sprinkles me with her perfume without warning me and, of course, it gets into my eyes. "Damn it, Meghan!" "Sorry, dear!",  she says innocently and I want to kill her. Good luck with that Crimson Pack Murderer guy, Megs. See ya. "You are not wearing that!" she says, pulling my grey t-shirt closer to her, "It’s two sizes bigger than you are!"  "Your point" "It’s ugly!" "It’s comfortable!" "Today is not about comfort, Als! I want my future pack’s males to see you and go crazy so that everyone knows that I come from the hottest pack there is!" "That’s an amazing plan, Megs, only I am not planning to attract any Crimson males. Goddess help me!" "Why not?"  she turns to me slightly angry. A week ago we were trashing that same pack together, but since she found her mate and he is one of them, Goddess forbids it now.  "The Alpha trials!" I save myself. And this is why I am good at werewolf politics – I think quick in stressful situations – I praise myself in my head. "Oh,"  she calms down,  "I didn’t think of that. But, Als, finding a mate is truly wonderful!"  "I am sure it is and I am so happy for you. But it can wait for me,"  I smile gently. "Now, go and wear that black dress I left for you in my closet," Meghan orders me. "You left a dress for me?"  "I bought a dress for you, I knew you would try something like that! It’s your size, your style, it’s new and it’s expensive. You are not embarrassing me today, Alyssa Greenwood." "Ok, ok,"  I’d better obey her today, although it’s against my nature. But I want to live. And she would kill me if I appear in jeans and a t-shirt. I knew it, but I thought I’d at least try. I open her now empty wardrobe and see the most gorgeous dress. "Oh, Megs, you do know me!" I breathe out while I take off my clothes to change. "It’s Dolce,"  My bestie adds smirking. I am going to miss her! "Of course, it is," I am already in it trying to zip myself up. The dress hugs my body perfectly, not too tight, but not loose. It’s black lace with leather details. My breasts look even perkier in the push-up top part and my ass is so hot that you can make pancakes on it.  "You can wear my heels," Meghan adds while applying her lipstick.  "No need, I have perfect boots for it. Don’t worry. Now, where’s your dress?" I look around and see a tiny white piece of clothing on her bed. I pick it up and start laughing,  "Is it all that’s left from it?" "Yep,"  Meghan beams at me. You see, Dad gave her The Ritual dress. A huge lace and satin ugly sack that covers you from top to bottom and ruffles and s**t. I thought I would die of a stomach ache from all the laughing that hit me right after I saw it. And the jokes I made during this past week about Megs having to actually wear it in front of everyone were golden. Damn, it was actually the only thing I was looking forward to today. But Meghan is so Meghan, Of course, she altered it into something short and sexy. That’s her gift.   I help her into her dress and fix her red curls again for her.  "You are hot as hell! That Tyler guy is very lucky,"  I smile and hear my brother’s unhappy voice:  "They are here!"   I run to my room to get my boots but suddenly feel a bit dizzy. I hope I didn’t get that flu that’s going around. Werewolves don’t dye from it, but it’s very annoying. I quickly put on the damn boots and catch up with Meghan who is already going down the stairs. I almost trip and fall, but Dan catches me in time. I think I hear a growl. But what can you expect from the Crimson pack… Hope my girl will be ok with them.  A sudden smell hits me – pinewood and a note of citrus? Or is it grass? With a hint of cedar? Strange! My vision is a bit blurry and I feel hot. What the actual hell?! "Mate!" I hear a man’s deep voice. "Mine!"  I hear another’s. "Whaaat,"  Meghan’s jaw drops to the floor as she turns to me. I finally look up from all the dizziness and see a group of men standing in the middle of the hall downstairs with my father, his beta, and his secretary. The Crimson Moon pack. "Mate!" I hear Kira’s voice in my mind. "f**k!" all I can say…