The Alpha - Arianna Green (FULL 50 Chapter)

There was a pounding in my head. I was confused, and I wanted to throw up. I cracked my eyes but was immediately met with light. A small groan left my lips. 

"Ah! Would you look at that Benny boy, she's finally up! I've been waiting for this!" A voice that would forever be scarred into my mind spoke out. 

My eyes flew open in fear, disregarding the light that they weren't used to, and I stopped breathing, my chest constricting in terror. Spots were swimming in my vision, 

but I still saw him. 

Alpha... 

He gave a wicked smile. He had a handheld video recorder in his hand as he grinned. He was dressed in a tan t-shirt and a pair of jeans. That belt. 

"N-no..." I whispered. 

"Oh! What was that slut? Do you have something to say?" he cooed as he came closer to me. I went to move but I soon realized my body was immobilized, tied down to a bed I didn't recognize. I wanted to look at the room, but my eyes wouldn't leave him. 

My heart was beating so hard, I had no doubt you could see it. I choked before I sucked in a breath. I needed air and I was getting none. Tears stung at my eyes the closer he came to me. He pointed the camera at me and climbed to the foot. 

"Aw, babykins, are you gonna have a little attack? Huh? Want your inhaler?" he teased. I was shaking and he straddled my knees, moving up. I had an instinct to protect my stomach from him, my whole abdomen. Mainly because Sage was on alert and I couldn't cover it. My body jolted in repulsion, a sob leaving my lips. "Oh, feisty today, huh?" he smirked down and led the camera up and down my body. 

He shoved it towards my face as he grabbed it, my tears coating his fingers. "Look at that Benny. Isn't she precious?" I gasped for breath and tried to tear my face 

away but he quickly smacked me. He let out a deep, sarcastic sigh. "See, our Benny boy never disciplined you..." he tsk-ed as he slapped me again. 

Perspiration started to dot my forehead, my vision spun for a second as the weight on my chest doubled. I shook with a choked sob. 

"Aww, Benny, I think we made her cry... You'll love what I have planned, I'm sure Benny will love to watch it. But, let's start by welcoming you back." He grinned as I heaved in apprehension. 

His nails elongated as he slid his hand down my shirt, tearing it apart. I couldn't breathe. He ripped through my bra and flicked them to the slide as he palmed my breasts, filming it all the while. 

I sobbed and struggled beneath him, but that just caused him to growl and slap me. My throat shut off my air entirely. I gasped, my head pounding with a lack of 

oxygen. 

"Benny, look at her. Look at how my fuck toy responds. Hot, isn't it?" he went down to my pants and tore them open, my button popping off. Hot tears were streaming down my face and I started to see black dots cloud my vision. I passed out when he shoved his fingers in me. 

I kept slipping in and out of my black void. Passing out from fear and lack of oxygen. Chris just kept filming, often making demeaning comments. 

"Benny boy, look at how my mate reacts." 

"I'm just making her so wet, aren't I?" 

"I'm glad you didn't use her too often. Tight matey. Aren't you babykins?" 

He relentlessly pounded away. I'd spring my eyes open, see what he was doing, cry, he'd look at me, make some comments and hit me again and I'd pass back out. 

I opened my eyes again and saw that I was alone. I glanced around the wooden room, no one was here. Not a trace. 

Tears fell as I examined the place I was in. It looked like a cabin-type of cellar. Dark wooden walls and floors with one door to the side and a light on. No windows. Just 

this bed. 

I glanced down at my body and cringed. There was blood coating my legs, streaming from my area. That happened often. He'd just invade me with no care in the world and I would be too dry to come out with no internal injuries. I bit my lip as I saw rope tied to my ankles, holding me to the bedpost, I looked at my wrists to see the same. They were digging right into the bandages that Benylam put on. 

I winced. 

I wanted him. 

'He doesn't want you. 

I clamped my eyes shut as my body shook, the image of him and the girl on his lap replaying in my mind. 

...I deserved this... 

A sob left my lips. I hated this. All that work, for nothing. I let myself fall with him, pampered myself in his presence. Nights we've stayed up, walks we went on, runs we had together, work we've developed with each other with- none of it mattered. 

But I wanted him. Still. I missed him. 

I missed the way we slept together, and the way he made sure I ate because he was so protective over that, even if I had something small. He was happy I was trying, and I was happy to do it for him. 

I remember when I attempted suicide and I had the nerve to think; Alpha Chris- who always claimed to be my mate, seemed to be a better mate than Derek. 

How fucking wrong can I be? What was wrong with me? 

I'm not sure how long I laid there. Days could've passed, and I'm sure they did. I slept for a few moments at most, but I would jerk awake, screaming and crying, I'd have an attack and then pass back out. I hated it. 

There was a migraine constantly in my head because I missed him. Sage was clawing and whining for our other half. 

Blood was dripping down my arms, the rope digging into my bandages and re-opening the cuts each time I jolted awake. The pain seemed unbearable, I was spoiled with Benlyam. I should never have allowed myself to heal, I shouldn't have allowed him to coax me out of my shell. It was all falling back on me. Hunger was setting back in place. And I wanted to hold my abdomen, something instinctively pressing in me to do so. 

My eyes were constantly leaking. The blood on my legs had dried. I heard the door scratch open and my head flipped to the side. 

Chris walked him, holding his camera and a bag. 

"Smile Viole-" he stopped talking and took a big whiff of the room. He looked confused as he came near me, then suddenly smirked. An evil smirk. "Ah! Benny boy, aw, I wish you could smell this," he crawled on top of me, setting the bag on the side of the bed. 

I frowned and sunk into the bed. I wish I could fall into it and never come back. 

"Let's see if it's what I think it is," he shoved his face in my neck and sniffed me. I whimpered and attempted to move but he just growled and smacked my face. 

He chuckled and pulled back. "Oh Benny boy," he chuckled as his hand trailed down from my cheek to my stomach. He gave a tight squeeze and I gasped out, my whole body jolted with a need to get him off of me because he touched my stomach. "Violet, bad girl!" 

I frowned and struggled beneath him, he drove his fist in my stomach. I gasped in pain and he chuckled. "Hmm, let's see. It's been four days since I last saw you, so about five days since you saw Benny. So he doesn't know," he smirked as he started to pull on my nipples. 

...It's already been a week?... 

"I guess it's sad he won't ever see it. I have no intention of letting you leave me." 

..Wait, what was he talking about?... 

Chris pulled the camera from his hands on my breasts to my teary face. "Do you even know, slut? Huh? Do you know you have a baby inside of you? Developing?" 

I felt all the color drain from my face. His grin got huge as he punched my gut and I coughed, heaving out. 

No. No. I couldn't be... 

...Benlyam and I never used protection... 

And I held my stomach a few times, subconsciously. Was it instinctively? I have the urge to shield it from him. 

...No... 

A sob left my lips and Chris looked back up at me. I wasn't crying because of the pain, I was crying because that was Benlyam's baby. Ours. 

"N-no," I sobbed out, my voice so cracked from lack of water. 

"Aw, don't cry babykins. This is your fault, you were a bad girl! Spreading your legs for other men! Disgusting!" he shook his head and he pulled the bag up to the bed and set it beside my head. 

"P-please A-alpha," I begged. Would he pull it out of me? Could he do that? Was that even possible? I don't want any harm to come towards my baby. He had no medical experience! He could kill me in the process, and I didn't have a problem with that, but this was Benlyam's baby too. 

...It was Benlyam's... 

If Benlyam didn't hate me then, he would now. 

He chuckled, it was so dark and menacing. 

"Don't worry, I won't dispose of it right away," he stated as he filmed my crying face, "That's not fun. I'll wait a few months, and once it pops out, I can slice its throat and send the decapitated pup to his father in a cute little shoebox!" He zipped open his bag and dug around. "How does that sound, Benny boy? I think my fuck toy is on board with it." 

I sobbed as he pulled out a syringe. 

"But, I don't want you dying on me from famine," he tsk-ed as he pressed the needle in my arm, I twitched. "Benny, does she make these faces around you? Such a turn-on," he sadistically mused as he pressed the top down, injecting me. "Don't worry slut, it's just an insulin shot." 

I whimpered, it stung. He pulled it out of me and tossed it in the bag. I'm not sure if that'll even help me, I had little to no medical knowledge and his didn't extend far from mine. Maybe it did, but I honestly doubt it. He spent his years raping a child, not learning. 

"This," he started as he grabbed another syringe, "is my favorite. I used to sneak this in you all the time. Every wonder why you were never shifted?" he stuck it in me and I whimpered, "Wolfsbane." He pushed it down and I felt myself jolt, discomfort coursing in my veins. 

That'd hurt my baby! No doubt! 

I trashed beneath him, my wrists digging into the rope, dragging out blood that dripped down my arm. He yanked out the needle and tossed it in the bag. 

"Benny boy, look at that. She's bleeding!" he sarcastically exclaimed as he pointed the camera towards my arms, "One of my favorite things about her, she tastes so delicious!" Chris bent down and licked the trail of blood on both my arms as I shook with disgust. 

He pulled back up and dug in his bag, pulling out a knife. Then he pulled out a tall tripod and moved off of me to set it up, placing the camera in it. 

"He'll want to see this." 

Chris turned back to me and eerily grinned. He got back on top of me. He dragged the knife down my chest lightly, he wasn't cutting. 

"You remember what I wrote to you?" he asked as he pinched my nipple. "I'm so glad you knew better to hide those letters! Although it would've been funny to see Benny boy lose his shit about them." 

I felt him get hard and my breathing quicken in fear. 

...No, please don't pass out. Think about your child... 

"He already got my first video babykins. Wonder what his thoughts were, did you know he found my letters? Found them about a day after you disappeared, less than. A decent hiding spot," he kept running his dirty hands all over my body as I sniffled, trying to remain calm. 

...I felt so weak... 

...No wonder Benlyam wanted someone else... 

"And I warned you every time. I practically told you when I'd get you, although I coded it, I knew you weren't smart enough to figure them out. Weren't smart enough to decode my messages, weren't smart enough to find out how I took those photos. What a dumb slut!" His hand wrapped around my throat. 

He gave a tight squeeze before he left back to my breasts. His eyes locked on my mark, he scoffed. 

"Wanna know the kicker? Benny boy is practically infatuated with you! Took time to drug his drinks and mask the flavor!" He kept his eyes locked on my mark, they were in silts. He was pissed. 

... Time to drug?... 

"I mean, do you actually think he'd cheat on you? Maybe in the beginning, but after a while, he became loyal. Nasty!" his finger traced my mark and I held my breath. "I now owe a lot of witches! That blonde girl was easy to drag into all this. Although it could've been any girl, she seemed to be the one to eagerly step up to your Alpha! 

Notice he never told you why she showed up to his house?" he smirked down at me and Sage meekly cried out. 

...Sage?... 

That hurt. He never did tell me. He diverted the attention and fingered me instead. Why did she show up? 

My throat tightened. I left him and his comfort because of what I saw in his office. 

...But he was drugged?... 

"Anyways, didn't mean to put a damper on all this, I'm getting to my favorite part! I've been waiting for this moment!" he twirled the knife in his hand and he traced my mark. "Didn't I tell you how much I hated this mark?" he turned his face towards the camera, “Benny boy, how dare you mark what's mine!" 

I frowned and swallowed. I was shaking, absolutely trembling. My eyes locked on the spark of the blade. 

He turned back to me. "I would cut out the mark, but I got a better idea. Spell my name, babykins!" he demanded. 

I was so confused. I kept my mouth shut against my better judgment. I know I should listen to what he said, but I was silent. 

He punched my gut and I wheezed. 

...Okay, do what he says, protect the baby... 

"Spell my name!" he demanded. I opened my mouth to start but he cut me off. "My full name." Then he dug into the bag and grabbed a spray bottle of water and sprayed my mouth. "I'm waiting!" 

My lips trembled. "C-C," I was cut off by immense pain as he dug the knife into the inside of my right forearm. 

I felt him twist it as I screamed out. 

"Next?" He asked with a maniacal smile. 

"uh- 'H'..." my head spun as my arm started to throb. He dug his knife back in and carved something I couldn't see. I doubt he could hear me, I was breathless. 

"Continue!" he growled out, slapping my already dizzy head. 

"R-" my voice was unrecognizable, completely drenched in pain. He dug it in again. He didn't even wait for me to continue as he kept slashing my forearm. I felt like a leaf. Every muscle in my body was shaking in agony. 

I was seeing black dots as he pulled his knife up to his mouth and licked my blood off of it. My breathing became shallow as he unbuckled his pants and shoved into 

me. 

A small, pained gasp left my lips. He didn't care, I didn't expect him to. I was hanging onto a very thin strand of my consciousness. I wanted to let go, but I couldn't. 

He finished in me and left, taking his bag and camera, but not before filming my forearm and then my bloody, cum-covered vagina. 

I heard the door slam shut and I turned my head to my forearm, wanting to see what he left. I wanted to puke at the sight of blood. I've cut myself, I've dealt with Chris digging me countless times, but this time was different. I felt myself gag. 

I could read through the bloody indentions, eleven letters. 

'C-H-R-I-S-T-O-P-H-E-R'