The Alpha - Arianna Green (FULL 50 Chapter)

 

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I yelled in the King's face. He remained calm, hands clasped together as he sat in my office. "Do you want to fucking see her getting fucking raped?" I shouted. 

"Is that what you want? Do you genuinely want me to watch your mate get molested? Do you want me to look back over those photos and see her naked again? Calm down!" he ordered and I felt my eyes widen in rage. 

Calm down? 

"Are you even fucking looking at this shit?" My anger got the best of me and I yanked my computer to him. The computer twirled and snapped, clashing on the ground. 

The King sighed and crossed his legs. He gave me a stern, slightly ominous look. I glared back at him, my demeanor was disrespectfully slipping. 

"Watch yourself, Derek. I will not tolerate this. You're already on thin ice from the whole Mallory ordeal. It's a matter of time before you skate too hard and break." 

I breathed harshly through my nose. 

"Sit down." 

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I made my way to my chair. I plopped down and rubbed my temples. 

...I want my Flower... 

"When I get him," I looked right at him, "I hope you know, I'm not going to wait around. I'll fucking butcher him like the pig he is," I growled out. 

"Derek-" 

I growled, my glass of water trembling. 

"I could fucking care less about what you have to say. I should've killed him when I first had him!" He sighed and kissed his teeth. I didn't give a flying fuck. He doesn't 

have a mate- he doesn't understand. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off before he could get the chance. 

"No. I don't fucking give a shit about your input. She's my fucking mate, none of this would've happened if I killed him in the first place!" I saw his jaw clench. "You don't understand! She's carrying my fucking child- so fucking help me if he fucking kills my baby!" I snarled out. 

"Your presumed child. From what I read, she's sterile," the King added and my face went slack as I stared at him. 

I know he didn't just fucking say that. 

I blinked at him, irritated. 

"Presumed?" I scoffed. 

"That's what I said. You're forming this conjecture on what Christoper claimed. Did you stop to consider that he's just implying she's bearing your heir so he can get under your skin?" He raised one of his skillfully arched eyebrows. 

I didn't doubt it for a second. I finished in her before, not just once. I didn't wear a condom- that's unnatural and she's my mate. I didn't see a problem with it then- I don't see the problem with it now. 

My gut told me she was, it made sense in my head- despite what Reseda said. Zaxton was beyond certain. He had a need to dismember anyone who crossed him- he was snarling and barking inside. He wanted his mate and he was ready to end Christopher for breathing in her direction. I had started to let that take over me. I wasn't 

unstable- just pissy and ready to tip where someone rocked my boat. 

"Please- there's not a shadow of doubt in my mind. You can start to see a bump if you look closely at the most recent one." I clenched my jaw. I took a deep breath to prevent myself from going overboard and exploding again. 

"I've said it before- such a lustful pack. It's still a sin," I blinked at him, fucking irritated. 

"She's my mate- we can have sex if we want," I glared at him and his eyes flashed. 

"I suppose, but lust is more than sex, you have a wolf raping you mate based off of lust," he shrugged, "I'll grant you your desire to do whatever you shall please to Christopher," Yeah, I wasn't going to wait for his permission. I could give a fuck what he'd do, "After I issue his offenses." 

I closed my eyes for a second to prevent snapping- yet again. 

"Understood?" 

I hummed in response and looked at him. He gave another pointed look. 

"Alright, I got it," I sighed out, scowling. 

He clicked his tongue. "Noted. Di-" 

There was a tapping at the door that cut him off. 

"Come in," I announced as Garret walked in. He bowed to the King and gave me a folder. 

"Garret," the King started, "results?" 

"Yes Sire," he nodded. "The mail was traced back to a post office in North Dakota, Slope county." 

"That's about a few hours from here," I nodded. 

"Yes. But, the cameras aren't being traced, they can't pick up the donor-" 

"Don't tell me old information!" I snarled at him and he swallowed, glancing toward the King. 

"Okay," he sighed, "I traced the company and serial number and it showed up they were bought in Slope county as well." 

"I do believe that Slope is the least populated county there," the King chimed in, "that being said- it would be moronic for him to stay there, it'd be easy to spot him. He might travel to throw you off." 

A migraine was growing in my head and I rubbed my temples. 

"Yes Sire, however, the camera outside the post office shows him going South. The traffic cameras follow the same path but it cuts after a while. He's either on the border or here, South Dakota." Garret opened the file on my desk and pointed towards the picture. 

"Derek- have any pack leaders reported back? Contact the Territorial Alpha immediately," the King advised and I nodded, writing it down, along with the Statal Alpha. 

"Anything else?" I asked Garret. 

"Trackers are decoding the videos. It's, again, a very slim chance we'll be able to get the exact address but they're getting close." I nodded once more and he left the room, bowing at the King. 

Fucking hell- I miss Violet. 

I rubbed my temples as I looked at the King- silently asking him if there was anything he needed. 

He stood up and I followed-respectfully. 

"I'll be heading back to my domicile tonight. You are to call me the moment you find his address, send a tracker first to confirm. Call me, I'll accompany you," he gave a stern look, "because as I said- you are not slaying him immediately." 

"Yes, Sire." 

He gave a curt nod and left my office. The moment he walked away, the dark presence followed- but it was replaced with a somber tone. My hands went to my phone as I gave a quick call to my Alphas. 

My hands were shaking as I set it down. 

...Fuck... 

I pulled open a drawer and took out six white envelopes. Beyond betrayal coursed through my body when I originally found them. Why didn't she tell me? I took out each photo and laid them out, writing facing up. 

C.U.S. 

C.U.I.2. 

C.U.I.1. 

Y.H.3 

Y.H2. 

L.T.A.D. 

See you soon. 

See you in two weeks. 

See you in one week. 

You have three days. 

You have two days. 

Less than a day. 

Once I found them it took about an hour to figure it out. Then- that fucker sent me his video two days ago, confirming what I said. He flipped Violet on her back, undoing two of her ties, and whipped her back. 

Her battered wrists were so slim. 

He said she was too stupid to figure it out, so he told her- then punished her. She was so conditioned. She laid there and took it. Her free hand discreetly held her stomach as tears flowed down her cheeks. Each time she whimpered, he'd grab his knife and cut small slashes. 

I never wanted to murder every being yet die more than I did in that moment. Every cut on her, every whip, every hit- I felt. I wasn't sure if I was imagining it or not- but I swear I felt it. I've been whipped before- I hated that she had to endure it. 

I went fucking crazy when I woke up and didn't feel, smell, or see her. I discovered the drugs and the woman in my bed- rage took over. Garret stopped me from killing her- instead we sent her to a pack in Missouri. 

Zaxton wanted to slit her throat. He's been hiding out most of the day- utterly broken at the loss of Violet. He'd surface back up when we'd watch those videos. 

I got up from my seat and left my office. I couldn't do this. It was about one in the morning. I went to her bedroom and laid on her bed. I miss her so fucking much. 

Holy fucking hell. 

She's carrying my baby. 

...Our baby... 

When Reseda did her first report with Violet- she clearly wrote Violet was infertile. She deemed the possibility of children a rarity. I was angry at that. But- it made sense. She was raped countless times- but never got pregnant. 

It could've been the wolfsbane. He started that when she was seventeen- as stated by him- because he got excited when she didn't shift at sixteen. And she could've gotten pregnant, even if she was still a teenager. 

But I'm convinced Violet's pregnant. You can see the most trivial bump forming. 

He was barely feeding her actual food, just shots that kept her level there and her wolf weak. That would hurt our baby just as much as it was to my Flower. She wasn't even getting water. He'd grab a fucking spray bottle, hold open her mouth and give her like three sprays. 

I grabbed one of her pillows and hugged it to me. I took a deep breath-her scent was so fucking faint, but it was something. 

I knew she didn't know about the cameras he hid- how he got the photos. One on the top of her window and one above the bathroom door. They covered the whole room, watching her the whole time. 

A growl left my lips instinctively. My nails extended and dug into the pillow. I blinked a few times to bring myself back. 

('I fucking want mate!' ) Zaxton was howling inside. 

It's been nine days since I last saw her- Christopher has held her for eight. Touching her and torturing her. I regret leaving her after she cut again- I should've gone to bed with her. Held her till there wasn't a bad thought left in her mind. 

But I was pissy at her actions. I was mad at what she did and I didn't consider what was going through her. I was mad at her and I shouldn't have been. I should've helped her. Understand what was going through her traumatized head. 

...And now she's gone... 

Tears slowly fell down my cheeks. I shoved my face in her pillow and cried like I was fucking two and was denied my favorite toy. 

... My favorite Flower. My only Flower... 

"Violet..." I whispered. 

I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go. I haven't slept. Garret forced me to take a sleeping pill yesterday, but other than that- I wasn't sleeping. I couldn't. My mind kept replaying what I watched. 

I wanted to go on a walk with my Flower- whenever I couldn't sleep or I was bored- I'd walk. I had Violet do that and it worked like a charm with her. 

I wanted to slit my fucking throat. I had a constant migraine and it felt like someone was digging their claws into my heart. I fucking loathe it. If this was how she felt all those times-fucking God... 

And I made fun of her, and I hurt her, and I could've helped her. But instead, I waited until she attempted fucking suicide. 

Zaxton clawed in me at the memory. 

If I knew that any of this shit was to come- I would've treated her differently from day fucking one. And that was a shit excuse but I had no more reason. 

...And he fucking branded my mate... 

Just that thought made Zaxton wrestle me for control. It could heal, but her wolf was weaker, and after this, I doubt she'd be the same. I could always order an 

ointment- it'd go away completely. 

Today's video included him raping her- again- as he was digging his claws into her sides. Her eyes were so broken. At first, he wasn't tearing her skin- but then she 

mouthed off to him and he lost it. 

"Aw, Benny boy. Look at my mate-" 

"Y-your n-not m-my m...mate!" Violet muttered. 

After that- I could barely watch it. 

I swear Violet, I'll get you, I promise. Even if it kills me. 

It's been three days since I saw the King. Violet's been gone for twelve days. I loaded the next video I got today on my computer. 

Violet's eyes were barely open. Her cheeks were sunken in and deep bags under her eyes. Deathly pale. 

Her shirt I dressed her in, laid loosely on her arms- he never completely took it off of her. Instead, he tore the front and the rest shredded with whippings. It was completely drenched in her blood- you couldn't even tell the original color. 

It was baby blue. 

...Because she said blue was her favorite color... 

Her pants are the same. I dressed her in those too. Dark blue pajama pants with two buttons that were sewed on. They hung at her ankles and blood was constantly down her leg. 

Her wrists are profusely pouring out blood. He never changed her bandages and the ropes burned in them, cutting her. He branded her arm and never cared for it 

medically. 

In fact- in these most recent videos- he wasn't letting her heal at all. Injecting her with twice the amount of those fucking drugs. 

I pressed play. 

"Wakey Wakey matey!" the camera shook as he got on top of her. He pressed a hand against her stomach, her body shook and her eyes widened, lips shaking. 

"I have a new plan. I'm gonna tell our Benny boy my exact location. He can come down and I can fuck you right in front of him. Then I'll kill him." Violet's face dropped along with tears. 

"N-" he slapped her. 

"Shut the fuck up, slut. But first," he pulled out a syringe, "this is new. I haven't used it on you yet. Let's have you moaning my name while I fuck you- let's have our Benny boy hear how much you want your mate." 

Violet frowned. He jammed the needle in her bruising arm and she twitched, whimpering. Chris pulled down his pants and didn't even wait as he plunged into Violet. 

Her irises became huge as the drug took over her. Her eyebrows creased as her eyes locked on some part of the room. Chris kept thrusting in her and small gasps 

came out. 

"B-Bee?" she whispered. It was so faint and muted- but Chris heard her. 

"Say my name babykins," he growled out. He didn't pick up that it wasn't his name. He grabbed her breast and squeezed her. 

She let out a shaky breath, "Oh, B-Bee..." it was a little louder and it took a little longer for Chris to realize what 'Bee' was short for. 

I could barely stand to watch it. He hated that his plan backfired and Violet was completely numbed out, clueless to what surrounded her. He dug his claws into her hip bones and I watched with a frown plastered on my face. Her face contorted to a confused, pained look. 

Because she thought I was fucking her- she thought I was hurting her. 

I know my Flower, I know my honey, I know my Violet. She wouldn't shake that- that right there? Being drugged to the point of thinking her rapist was her mate and was purposely drawing blood on her? It'd break our already fragile trust. 

My blood was boiling, red filling my senses. He finished in her as she cried my name because Chris was drawing blood- but she thought it was me. 

He pulled out of her and then spoke out the area code- the same as Slope county. The video ended and I immediately called my territorial Alpha and required a Search of Area and then called the King. 

I was going to get my Flower- and I was going to fucking destroy that bastard.