Bound To The Alpha

**Leilani's POV**

"Wake up! Wake up!" I heard someone call out to me but I ignored the sound of the voice recognizing it as that of my obnoxious younger sister Samantha.

"Wake up Anny!" She growled in annoyance and I sat up slowly recognizing that from the harshness of her voice, there had to be something wrong.

In frustration, I begrudgingly pried my sleep filled eyes open, rubbed violently at it as I sat up slowly and asked; "What is it?"

"It's mom, it's dad!" She said in a type of voice that had me sitting up in concentration. As soon as I took in her overall expression, I gasped. She looked rough, tattered even.

For someone whom I had seen only hours ago looking so posh, her present appearance made her seem like she had been run over by a moving tricycle.

"I do not understand what you're trying to say!" I rushed out in fright, "What happened to you and what happened to mom and dad?"

I scrunched up my nose in disgust when she blew her nose into her hands, rubbing it against her now rumpled nightie.

"Speak up!"

I saw her try desperately to rein in the tears that tried to escape her eyes as she said; "News came a few minutes ago..." her voice trailed off when suddenly a loud cry tore up from the back of her throat. It was so sharp and so agonizing that it had me fidgeting even though I really do not know what was wrong yet.

"Sam!"

"Mom and dad are dead!" She suddenly yelled, making me freeze momentarily in shock. It couldn't be true right?

They cannot possibly be dead, or could they?

"That's not true..." I mumbled, moving away from my bed to begin to prance around my wide room. Mom and dad couldn't be dead!

My attention went back to Samantha who was still sitting on my bed when I heard her suddenly mumble something incomprehensible under her breath.

"Huh?"

"I said everyone knows about it. I even overheard Beta Joyner telling some warriors about it." She said, sniffling.

No this couldn't be true!

I wasn't sure what it was that suddenly overcame me but I heard a loud agonized scream tear out from the back of my throat. It was so loud that it pierced my eardrums, numbing me.

"Anny!" I heard Samantha's frightened scream cut through the fog that had formed in my mind, and when I opened my eyes to look at her, I noticed that I was sprawled on the floor but couldn't remember when I fell.

I screamed again. No, not Mom and Dad! They promised to come home today. Promised to never go on impromptu trips anymore.

So what the fuck is this?

I quickly rushed to my feet, ran towards my door and pried it open, ignoring Sam's yellings in a bid to stop me.

As soon as I got to the wide passage just across my door, I froze. There were a lot of people there already, walking to and fro the direction of the throne room. A lot of them had grim expressions on their faces and stared pitifully at me while I walked past them.

I followed them though, walking in the direction of the throne room; and as soon as I walked into the large room filled with mourners, I couldn't help but perceive the peculiar smell of lighted candles in the air.

As if in a daze, I walked towards it slowly until I arrived at the front of the throne room, just around where my dad usually sat if he was here. There was a large table in the middle of the room, which now replaced the high chair my father used to sit on.

On it was a large portrait of my parents who were smiling brightly at the camera. I could vividly remember the day the picture was taken.

They were both camera shy and tried desperately to shy away from the camera man. In frustration, I had snatched the camera out of the camera man's hands and stood in front of them with a big grin on my face.

On seeing me, they had both visibly relaxed and I had to distract them by getting into a conversation with them. I waited patiently for when they would smile, and as soon as they did, I clicked away at the camera.

I couldn't believe it now. I couldn't believe that the picture I had taken on such a beautiful day was now used for their candle night vigil.

In something akin to rage, I stormed over to the flowers that had been so skillfully arranged in front of their portrait at such a short period of time and began flinging them into several corners of the room.

I couldn't believe this people! How could they all arrange something like this when they hadn't even seen their corpses yet? How could they be so sure when they hadn't touched the coffins of the so-called dead?

"Leilani! Get away from there!" I could hear Beta Joyner yell out to me but I ignored him, refocusing my attention to taking out the annoying garland that had been put around their portrait.

I could hear the hushed mumblings from the crowd, the snide comments, but I said nothing, ignoring it.

"Leilani!" Beta Joyner yelled again.

"Joyner!" I growled back, turning to face him. I could see the look of utter shock flicker across his face due to the way I yelled back at him. but he quickly masked it, and began walking towards me with slow, precise steps.

"Do not take a step closer to me!" I snarled at him, baring my teeth as I quickly picked up a sharp dagger from the table and pointed it at him. "Do not come any closer or I'll stab you with this!"

"Leilani, calm down. I understand exactly how you feel, I know what it feels like to lose both pare-"

"My parents are not dead!" I growled. "They are not dead, y'all are just so clueless, you'd jump into conclusions even without proper evidence." I couldn't say where this sudden courage came from, but I found myself reveling in it, basking in its goodness.

"What evidence are you talking about?" He whispered slowly, talking one at a time as if he was conversing with a kid. "You mean like a proof that your parents truly died in an accident?"

"Yes!" I snapped, "you should at least see their bodies before throwing flowers around their portraits like you've been wanting them dead in a long while!"

I knew that my words had gotten to him for immediately, he stopped in his tracks, eyed me with so much ferocity that he had never done before and said;

"I've never wanted them dead!" His words seem to not faze me for almost immediately he uttered the statement, I scoffed, looking away from him.

"These are the pictures from their accident scene, their bodies will be arriving in the morning." He said.

I immediately looked up at him, then at the phone in his hands which was turned towards me, and I suddenly couldn't breathe.

It felt like I was about to pass out, because in the picture was my parents or what was left of them. They had been severely burnt beyond recognition, but from the clothes on their bodies, I knew they were the ones.

I immediately fell to the floor, wailing. My heart felt like it was being clawed out. My existence felt meaningless without them.

I felt a sharp pain run up from my chest to my back, it numbed me, making me writhe on the floor.

I looked up suddenly to see a smirk on Beta Joyner face, but as I paid a closer attention to him, it suddenly disappeared leaving me feeling like he knew something about my parent's deaths...

**Leilani's POV**

I sat on the cold tiled floor still in my nightie from the previous night, rocking my now stiff body and ignoring the people who strutted past to pay their homages to my parents.

A few of them stopped by to check on me but I ignored them, I couldn't seem to think, or to breathe. I didn't even want to live anymore.

From the corner of my eye I saw Samantha sitting amongst her friends and wailing. I knew I wasn't supposed to think like this but there was something about the way she cried that screamed fake.

I wasn't sure if it was how she would cry out and then suddenly stop to look towards the doorway or the way she did it so expertly that her mascara didn't smudge that bothered me, but I certainly knew that there was something significantly wrong with the way she did it.

A few minutes later, the large doors flung open and I could hear the loud voices of several people trying to speak at the same time.

They were screaming something about moving out of the way to let the undertakers pass, and in curiosity I looked up only to find a group of very tall, built men carrying two large caskets into the room.

I quickly stood up, walked towards them and as soon as they dropped the coffins to the ground and pried it open, I immediately took a few more steps closer to the coffins, peering inside.

No! It was true!

I gasped at what I saw. They were my parents alright but the burns they had sustained was so much it would have made me gag in a different circumstance.

I immediately felt a pang of hurt claw at my heart, it was so intense that I had to hold onto the coffins for support. My eyes immediately blurred with unshed tears.

I couldn't move. It felt like I had been suddenly kept in place by some magical force.

"Mom, dad, wake up!" I called softly, shaking their now cold bodies that laid stiffly in the boxes. "Please..." I added, my voice breaking at the end.

"I can't do this without you, please wake up." I tried again but they wouldn't even bulge. I felt fresh tears build up in my eyes but I did nothing to stop them. I allowed them flow freely, soaking into my nightie and falling to the floor.

I do not know for how long I stood there like a statue, crying until I felt someone tug at my arm gently. Looking up, I found Samantha who also had a sad expression clouding her features.

She looked drained, wrenched of life and tired that I almost felt bad for thinking she was faking it... almost. That was until I saw her excitedly wave at someone in the crowd.

As we walked out of the throne room, hand in hand, I couldn't help but notice the way people stared at us... pitifully. It frustrated and enraged me at the same time.

I was about to make a snide comment about it when suddenly I heard someone mention something along the lines of; "Alpha Joyner."

I stopped in my tracks, turning to pay attention to the middle aged man who had said it and was even shocked even he said it again.

My heart broke in disbelief; I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that they would easily regard Joyner as the new Alpha even while my father was yet to be buried.

I also couldn't believe that these were the same set of people my father would willingly do anything for.

In despair, I turned and walked away angrily, cursing at death for taking my father and leaving such despicable people behind...

**^**

It has been a few days since Dad and Mom were dead and buried, and ever since it has been one heck of a roller coaster to the other.

People still looked at Sam and I like we were about to drop dead in a minute from intense sadness; some of them still brought in flowers and gifts, making us, especially me a little uncomfortable with their gestures.

Beta Joyner had been made Alpha, and surprisingly he took Sam and I in like we were his daughters. He offered to cater for us and even provided us with new rooms in the palace.

All in all, life has been unfair but still a little nice to us in the past month.

I sat down in my new room quietly, totally oblivious to my surroundings. I still had flashes of moments my parents were still alive, and right now I was having one.

I could remember how dad would always try to force mom into dancing even though he knew she couldn't distinguish her left foot from her right when it came to dancing.

He had glided across the room while she trudged after him like a puppet. The memory made me smile momentarily, allowing me to relive in the sweetness I had experienced in the past when suddenly I was thrown back into the present when I felt the cold hands of someone against my back.

In fright, I jumped away from the window to find out who the intruder had been only to come face to face with Alpha Joyner who was staring at me with obvious lust in his deep dark eyes.

I flinched away.

"Leilani..." He drawled, taking a few steps towards me while I in turn, took a few steps away.

"Don't come any closer!" I yelled, backing away from him.

"Stop acting like a little kid..." he drawled, moving closer to where I stood against the wall. "You know what I want from you, stop denying us both the pleasure we'll derive from this."

"Alpha..."

"You can call me Joyner, especially when it's just the two of us present." He quickly interrupted me with a stupid smile still plastered across his face.

"Please do not do this," I cried softly, "Do not, I am like a daughter to-"

"You are not like a daughter to me Leilani!" He snapped, quickly cutting me off. "You can never be like a daughter to me when all I've ever wanted in this life is to be with you!" He growled.

I took another step away from him, a little scared of the dark look which had suddenly formed in his eyes. He suddenly looked crazed... possessed even.

"Alpha..........Dad..." I tried again in desperation, in a bid to make him have a rethink about what he was trying to do, but he scoffed at the name I had called him and snarled;

"I would never be your father...when there are a few other things I can be to you."

It had to be the way he said it that sent chills down my spine; but I couldn't believe that this pedophile had been thinking about me lustily.

I quickly ran towards the door but stopped when I noticed that its key was no longer in its keyhole, and turned to look at him in fear only to find him waving the key in my face while a demon-like look was plastered across his face.

He advanced towards me slowly, with the look of triumph still evident on his face while I waited, with a beating heart for what was to come...

**Leilani's POV**

"Alpha please stop!" I snarled at him, "have some shame..."

Instead of listening to me, he licked his lips and continued advancing towards me until he was only a breath away.

"Somebody help please!" I yelled as soon as his hands connected with my upper arm, but instead of letting go of me in alarm, he laughed, baring his teeth at me.

"No one would hear you baby girl, that's why I chose this room for you." He said with a smug smirk across his face. Wait what?

"Please..."

"Shut up, shut up or I'd hit you so hard across your head that your brains would pop." He growled in my face. I flinched away.

Shutting my eyes closed, I laid flat against the wall, hoping that whatever it was that he wanted to do with me would come to an end, and soon.

I shrunk away from his stale breath, listening to him mutter indecipherable curses under his breath just as his finger slipped into my nightie and into my vagina; I shook, nearly convulsing in disgust.

His little grunts turned into full blown pants as he started thrusting his finger into me. I felt insanely irritated, I wanted to squeeze the breath out of his head, but I couldn't seem to move, I couldn't do a thing. I was even too irritated to open my eyes.

Suddenly his panting came to a stop and he left me alone; I gingerly opened my eyes thinking he was done with me, only to come face to face with a sick smirk on his face and his penis hanging out of his pants.

I got enraged.

In anger, I pushed away from the wall, ignoring him as he barked out in command; "Lisa stay back down!"

"No!" I replied with an equal fierceness that I never knew I possessed . "I am not going to allow you to use me like a piece of shit, moreover my name is Leilani, and not Lisa or whatever you said."

"Do I look like I care about your name?" He growled again, standing a little too close to me, it made me want to gag.

As soon as I felt his dirty hands trying to run up the length of my exposed legs, I quickly grabbed at him, and pushed him to the door.

As if that wasn't enough for me, I walked up to him, who had a surprised look on his face, picked up several small flower vases in the room and flung them at him until one of them connected with his head with a loud smashing sound.

"Do not ever try to lay a finger on me ever again!" I growled in annoyance. My voice sounded weird, even to me I sounded animalistic.

"Do you understand me?" I snarled again but he didn't say a word. He laid still, motionless, and even his motionless state irked me. In blind rage, I hauled another flower vase at him, took the keys from his hands and fled the room.

I never saw him for days after that day, but I can promise you that I was meted with more than enough punishment soon after.

**^**

A few days after the incident with Alpha Joyner in my room, Sam and I were transferred out of our respective rooms in the palace to the slave's quarters. We were also stripped off our ranks and told that we had become commoners.

At first it came to me as a shock, until I realized that this could be his way of punishing me for not giving into his whims.

But why involve my sister?

Soon after, we were given uniforms and asked that we began our daily duties as slaves in the palace. We were made to clean, wash, dust, and in fact made to do everything that slaves usually did.

To worsen matters, we were treated as slaves but not fed as slaves; in fact we were fed like outcasts with only one small serving of food per day.

It annoyed me that he would be so petty as to involve my younger sister into something that was well between him and myself; and more enraged at the fact that no one even bothered to talk him out of this, not even my uncles who were also high ranked members of this pack.

There were even times I cursed at him, cursed at death for taking my parents, cursed at life itself for being this unfair and even contemplated suicide, but I couldn't bring myself to take my own life knowing fully well that I had a younger sister who still needed me, even more then I needed myself.

Our ill treatment doubled over time until one day a maid came to ask us to change into fresh sets of clothes and were given good food on Joyner's orders.

Thinking that this was the end of our woes, we had quickly dressed up happily, munched on our sweet tasting plate of pasta and pesto Caesar salad and hopped up soon after, ready to go see him.

I was surprised as to why he would suddenly have a change of heart but I didn't voice out my complaints, deciding to go on with the flow.

We were escorted by a bulky bodyguard as we slowly walked towards the throne room, but as soon as we walked into the room, the door was quickly shut behind us, and we were left with Alpha Joyner and a few other men whom we had never seen before.

"Those are the girls." Joyner's thick voice suddenly cut through my fogged up mind, leaving me to wonder who these men were and why we were being introduced to them.

"They look fine, but what are their ages?" The more built one amongst the two sitting down asked gruffly, pointing to Samantha and I.

Joyner quickly shrugged, mumbling an almost inaudible; "seventeen and nineteen," to the men who nodded in approval.

I wanted to tell them that he didn't get our ages right, but I wasn't sure of what they needed the information for.

I wanted to yell at him for degrading us like this but I didn't, I couldn't do it because I knew it would incur more wrath from him, and I didn't want that to happen, at least for the sake of Sam.

"That's twenty thousand dollars." Alpha Joyner said suddenly, which made me look up at him in confusion. Twenty thousand dollars for what?

"They're pretty, I'll pay fifteen." The bulky guy replied, casting lustful glances at us.

It was then that it struck me. Joyner wanted to sell us out! I quickly looked at Sam who also looked as worried as I was; and from the look on her face, I could tell that she already understood what was going on.

"Ahhh, fifteen is a little too small but I'll take it. I no longer find them useful around here." Joyner exclaimed with a smug smile across his face.

I doubled over in shock; like literally doubled over.

I couldn't believe that he would do this, that he would try to sell us out simply because we were involved in a major misunderstanding. He had no rights to do this, absolutely no rights at all!

"So if we finalize the deal right now, will they come with us?" The bulky guy voiced out again, and this time I turned to really look at him.

He looked hideous with a wide scar running across the length of his face and a deep Zigzag like scar on his chin. Even the boys behind him looked just as scary with yellowed teeth and eyes, and were dressed so tatteredly, you'd think they were ex convicts.

"Yes they will, this instant." Alpha Joyner replied suddenly, quickly bringing me out of my reverie.

From the side of my eye, I could notice Sam desperately trying to get my attention, and as soon as our eyes met, she gestured to me that we leave the room.

I discreetly nodded at her, took a few steps backwards and fled. We hadn't even ran for a while when we were suddenly grabbed from behind and literally dragged back into the throne room.

"Please let us go..." I whimpered, thrashing in my abductor's hold when suddenly I felt something sharp nip at the skin of my neck.

It made me suddenly so weak that I fell limply against him. My vision blurred, everything began to happen in twos right in front of my eye.

Before I slipped into unconsciousness, I saw an ugly looking guy repeat what they had done to me to Sam.

I could see him smile evilly at me as he injected a scarlet colored liquid into her neck, and I shuddered, knowing that we were practically moving from the frying pan to the fire...