Owned By The Savage Alpha

5

Alicia's POV

I knew I had made a terrible mistake when I woke up in the arms of a stranger. He had deflowered me last night, and I wasn't even sure that he was conscious of his actions. He had his arm wrapped around me, so it took a while to free myself, but I finally did. I knew what I had to do to save us both from embarrassment.

I gathered my things and left a shirt for him because the one he had on earlier was torn and dirty. I still had a message to deliver, and if my father ever found out about what happened between this stranger and me, then I wasn't sure if I would live to tell the tale. I was extra cautious to ensure that I didn't wake him and slipped away into the darkness of the early hours of the morning.

It was difficult, but I managed to stay focused on the task at hand and found my way to the neighboring kingdom to deliver the message. Just as I feared, a connection had begun to form between me and the stranger. I concealed his mark by wrapping a piece of cloth around my neck, but I knew I couldn't hide it for long.

Upon my arrival, the guards escorted me straight to their Alpha's throne room. As usual, they didn't even offer me food, water, or even a change of clothes. Instead, they told me not to keep him waiting and hurried me along.

What happened after that remains a blur. I was so weak that I couldn't feel the room spinning the moment we stepped in. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor, unconscious.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a room, a familiar room. I recognized the curtains draped over the windows immediately and the familiar scent. I was in my room back at my father's house. I tried to get up, but it felt like a jackhammer had been let loose in my head.

"You're awake," I heard a familiar voice beside me. I turned around to find my father standing beside my bed and looking down at me disapprovingly.

He wasn't alone; the council members stood behind him. The council was made up of old, wise, and powerful wolves of the pack. I felt like prey among predators, just waiting to be killed.

I tried to remember what had happened, how I had found my way back home, but I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't remember anything; it felt like everything that happened up until I collapsed had been erased from my memory.

"I thought you wouldn't make it back," Alpha Kade said as he looked over at me. His brows furrowed, and his nose twitched as if he had just picked up a scent. "What is that?" His voice thundered as he approached me.

"What are you talking about, Father?" I asked. I could feel my body trembling in fear of what he would do. I knew I couldn't hide it from him; wolves could pick up scents so easily, and this one, being my first, and the fact that he had marked me, I knew it would be difficult to hide.

He yanked the piece of cloth away from my neck, leaving the mark visible to everyone in the room. Whispers and murmurs filled the room as all eyes turned in my direction.

"She has been marked!" One of the elders exclaimed, his eyes bulging. "But by whom?"

"I sent you to deliver a message, and you go about whoring yourself to every single thing with a d**k," my father's voice trembled dangerously as he inched closer to me. In one swift move, he grabbed my neck and lifted me off the bed.

I couldn't breathe; I struggled against his large frame, helpless against the power and strength that he possessed.

"How dare you bring shame to my name," my heart raced as the color began to drain from my face. If he kept up with this, I just might end up dead. I struggled to free his grip on my neck, but it was no use; my legs were tossing around helplessly as he lifted me from the ground.

"You're a w***e! Just like your mother." He spat. "You were a mistake on my path, and for that reason, I will fix this mistake of mine. Guards!" Two guards marched into the room immediately. He still hadn't let go of me, so I was kicking around aimlessly. My eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Take her out of my sight and put her where she belongs." He tossed me toward them. I crashed at their feet. But it wasn't the pain from the impact or the bruises that appeared afterward. Instead, I swallowed gulps of air as I struggled to return the air to my lungs.

He had finally snapped! All these years, he treated me like trash, and now, he had found the perfect opportunity to give up on me. He now had a reason to discard me, a reason to no longer keep me as his daughter. He always thought I was a stain on his image, the one useless child he had that could not even secure a mate.

"Father... Please..." I pleaded, but he raised his hand sharply, shutting me up.

"I have had enough of you, Alicia. I have had enough of your worthless self. The shame and disgrace you..." He paused, his eyes ablaze with anger and hatred as he stared down at me, "You never should have been born." He hissed and walked out of the room; the elders followed him immediately.

The guards grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away. My heart wouldn't stop beating loudly; I knew they could hear and smell just how scared I was.

What would they do to me? I don't want to go back to that room, I would lose my sanity if I did. I have had enough of this wretched life, of being treated like dirt simply because my mother was a servant and she had gotten pregnant by a man who was way above her class. I am tired of people blaming me for her death when I had to live my whole life without experiencing what it felt like to have a mother.

They took me all the way to the dungeons and locked me up in another cell. I didn't fight them, I didn't plead. I was too weak to do anything. It hurt so much to hear my father say words like that to me.

To call me a w***e, to tell me I am a mistake. All my life, all I ever wanted was to feel his affection towards me. Ever since I was a baby, he has given Anna all she asked for and even took her around the castle frequently. But he avoided me like a plague.

At first, I thought it was because I was cursed, but growing up, I realized that it wasn't because of that. He just hated me, simply because he never really liked my mother, and she had pinned a pregnancy he never wanted on him.

I have heard rumors among the maids before, they claimed that during my birth, my mother had lost so much blood that she needed a transfusion immediately. But her blood type wasn't so common. The healer found out that my father's blood was compatible with hers and requested that he give blood to her, but he refused.

He let her die! I didn't want to believe it, I wanted to see the good in the man whose sperm had helped create me. But now, locked up in this forsaken hell hole, I wondered why I had ever cared about him, a man who never considered me as his own.

I lay on the bare floor, defeated and tired. It didn't matter anymore, I had lost Tristan to Anna, my father didn't want me, and to crown my failures, I had lost my innocence to a stranger, and he had ended up marking me.

A man I would never see again. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and onto the floor. I wanted to wail, to let the tears flow, but even though my emotions were like a swirling windstorm, I couldn't let it out, it simply stuck in my chest, immovable yet very painful.