The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ITHRA’S POV

I was dressed in a mini black ball gown and waiting to be dragged to the altar.

Because that was the only way I’d step my foot out of this prison.

I heard the sound of the door click and I turned around to meet the face of the one who ruined my life – Or was about to ruin my life.

“How dare you appear before me?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

“Calla.” He called softly, closing the door behind him and headed for me. “Are you still being difficult?”

Difficult? He thought I was being difficult? The hell?!

“Let me go,” I demanded with fiery eyes. “I do not belong here.”

A wave of rage passed through his eyes but he blinked it off. “Are you ready to be mine – body mind and soul?” He asked, tracing my face with his filthy hands.

I fought the urge to spit in his face as I answered. “Over my dead body.”

That did it. My head swung back at the force of his slap, and he dragged me to him, holding me tightly against him. “You will be my Luna and serve me because it is your destiny.” He gritted, “You should learn to live with that.”

I shook my head in defiance and he placed a dirty kiss on my cheek, suddenly changing from the monster I knew him to be. “You’ll be alright love. I’ll worship the feet you walk on. You just have to give yourself to me.”

He didn’t wait for a response, without another word, he dragged me out of the room, headed to God knows where. “You’ll be fine, my Calla. You’ll be fine.” He muttered, dragging me while I trashed my way to the altar.

The atmosphere was calm and everyone’s gaze was on me. My hands were tied to my back as I was led to the altar by two hefty men who dragged me with ease.

I saw Cole standing on the portal with a smile while I struggled to be free. I saw Athaliah too, her gaze told me that she enjoyed my predicament and it took everything in me not to wipe that smirk off her face in the most painful way.

Soon enough, I was in front of Cole, forced to my knees as a slave in front of her master. I felt humiliated, dirty and ripped apart. Cole was brimming with joy. His eyes glowed as the guards bared my neck to him, presenting me like a sacrifice.

“My beautiful Calla.” He murmured, lustfully eyeing me. His gaze went up and he addressed his people. “Today, I present my Luna and beloved to my people.” They cheered and I wondered just how messed up in the head they were to cheer at the bullshit going on before them.

This couldn’t be normal. Luna? Couldn’t they see what’s right in front of them? I was a prisoner forced to the slaughter and they thought it was alright?

“We all saw what happened two days ago.” He continued. “How we were brutally attacked on my birthday by a fiery dragon that claimed the lives of many and unfortunately wiped the memory of my beloved mate.”

Sighs of mourning and sorrow filled the air but he continued. “However, I have decided to mark her and journey through the process of getting her back in shape. Hence the reason for today’s meeting.”

He came down from the portal and my eyes widened. He was coming for me. His eyes smiled in victory. There was no stopping him now. He was going to take me, whether I liked it or not. He was going to mark me and forcefully dominate me.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

Cole reached me, flashing his canines. “I have waited for this day for three years, my Calla.” He said and lowered his head to my bare neck.

My eyes snapped shut as I anticipated the pain of his bite. His mark. And his brand that will forever be imprinted in my soul.

Zadok. A picture of him fluttered into my mind and I felt pain. I couldn’t return to him.

If Cole marked me, I would not be able to return to him. To my mate. It’ll be over.

I couldn’t let him. I couldn’t let him taint me. Over my dead body.

Cole’s fangs pierced into my neck and I suddenly felt hot. I opened my eyes and I met the panicked orbs of Cole. A lazy smirk found its way to my lips and I felt hotter.

“What is she doing?” I heard a voice from the crowd but I didn’t care.

All I knew was that my body was hot and Cole was getting darker as the seconds trickled by. His fangs were halfway through my throat and he couldn’t go further.

He stared at me, shocked and unable to leave me. “Save the Alpha!” Athaliah roared and the guards ran in place, fruitlessly trying to detach him from my flaming body.

That’s right. I was engulfed in flames, and burning him alive!

“Incompetent fools!” Athaliah roared and before I could make out her next action, she picked up a log and hit me in the head.

I fell, and Cole was relieved from my hold and rushed to the hospital.

“Take her away! Lock her in the dungeons and ensure she can’t use her powers!” Athaliah ordered and it was followed to the tee.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

I was picked up roughly from the floor and dragged out of the venue by two angry wolves, who threw me into a prison and shut the door.

As soon as I got in there, I felt an odd oppressive feeling in my chest – hindering me from using my powers and weakening me simultaneously. It was a witch’s nightmare.

A cell designed with witch’s bane.

I fell to the ground and my eyes blurred. Strength zapped out of me as the seconds trickled by. I didn’t know how long I stayed there, breezing in and out of consciousness.

Suddenly I felt pain. In all my joints and arteries. The pain was familiar. Way too familiar to be forgotten. I bit back the pain and my eyes watered. I couldn’t allow them to see me if it was what I suspected.

I couldn’t give them such privilege.

I failed. As time proceeded, the pain increased and I let out a howl of pain – begging to be let loose as my bones bent in odd places.

I lay on the floor, begging for help. Calling on anyone, someone who could make it stop. But no one came.

For hours and hours, I crawled around the cell, half-transformed. It was torture, in its deadliest and guttural form. I shouted, roared, and howled as I went through the transformation in my cell.

It didn’t hurt so bad before. Why did it hurt so much? Was it because I had Zadok around? Was it because I had been tainted? I didn’t know.

All I knew was that it hurt. And I wanted Zadok. Scratch that. I needed him.

So I did what I knew best. I called out to him from within and fell unconscious while fur covered my body – hoping and praying he’d hear. and come to me.