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I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, just that I can’t handle this right now. I finally found my mate and she’s human. Human. What was Fate thinking? I’m the Alpha and King, a ferocious wolf who has won battles and fought enemies to the death. A bear shifter would be more fitting, or another wolf shifter, of course. Hell, I’d even take a fox shifter over a human.
I curse under my breath, my father’s sickening laugh echoing in my head, the manic anger turning into cruel rage. The sound is almost deafening enough to drown out my wolf.
My father would have loved this. From the time I was a boy, my dad told me how weak humans were. Disloyal, pathetic, and stupid, were his exact words. The man always looked down his nose at the entire human race, despite the fact that my mother was a human. Or, perhaps she's the reason behind the hate, to begin with.
Either way, humans were the lowest of the low to my father, and now I’m fated to one. His snarling laughter rings out in my eardrums, making my heart stutter in my chest.
“Goddamnit!” I shout as I hear his voice in my head.
The woman whimpers and my feet freeze in place, refusing to move. Fuck me, I hate that I scared her. Ridiculous, I know, coming from the man who is currently locking her up in a tower.
“I…” I start, not sure what to say. She flinches, making my heart crack in two. “I didn’t mean…” Sighing, I take a few steps forward, needing to get her away from me as soon as possible. Things will make more sense when her soft, curvy little body isn’t pressed so close against mine. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I whisper. I need her to know at least that much.
She snorts out a sarcastic laugh and mumbles something that sounds like could’ve fooled me.
I'm not one to smirk, but if I were, I might have given in to the temptation just then.
We finally reach the room at the top of the tower. The bars let me see inside to the thin cot tucked away in one corner. There's a bathroom through a door on the left, and a small window about ten feet up, giving the space the smallest dose of natural light. My steps falter as I see just how cold and gloomy this place is.
I’ve never been up here before. I never had a reason to. Now I’m starting to wonder if I should find some other place for my little captive. Or maybe I should just let her go.
I’m about to turn around when my father’s voice pops back into my head.
So damn weak. Just like your mate. Look at you showing her mercy when you know that if the roles were reversed, any human would have already killed you or locked you away to do experiments on. I can’t believe that my son is the Alpha and he’s so damn weak.
I grit my teeth, ignoring my wolf and my own instincts to take her somewhere else as I stride into the tower room. I set the girl down on the thin mattress and she lets out a grunt. Giving her a once-over, I'm relieved to see she's no worse for wear after our trek up the stairs. Mad as a goddamn bull, but unharmed.
She opens her mouth, no doubt to give me hell, but I’m already spinning away and heading out into the hallway.
I close the door behind me, the bars rattling and clinking as the lock engages.
“Are you crazy?” my mate screams at me. My wolf howls his agreement.
He’s wondering the exact same thing.
Anger courses through me at this whole situation. Fate must be messing with me.
Maybe there’s some kind of mistake.
Except Fate doesn’t make mistakes.
I’m spinning out of control here. I can’t keep my father’s voice out of my head or my wolf from breaking free, and I pace away a few steps, bending over and resting my hands on my knees as I take a few deep breaths.
I haven’t lost control like this in years. Not since I’ve been Alpha. The panic attack comes out of nowhere, narrowing my field of vision and tightening my chest.
I suck in a deep breath, trying to focus on counting each one until the feeling of suffocating subsides.
“Um…” comes the voice of my mate. She almost seems concerned, which can’t be right. Humans are cruel and selfish. “Are you okay?”
I open my mouth to tell her to mind her own business, but the room starts to spin. I lean against the wall opposite the bars, trying to get my shit together.
“Are, uh…” my little prisoner continues. “Are you having a panic attack?”
I try telling her, no, but it just comes out as a muffled growl.
“Because, not to judge, but I think it’s more appropriate for me to be having the panic attack here.”
That startles an honest to god laugh out of me. I cover it with a cough before the little spitfire gets the satisfaction of hearing it. There’s no way I can be enjoying her company.
