Bound to the Cruel Alpha

CHAPTER ONE

Amelia's POV

The gunshot echoed in my ears as I looked up just in time to see my father fall, blood spreading around him.

I gasped, my heart pounding, as I saw him lying in a pool of blood.

It splattered across my face, but I barely made a sound, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Then I heard a sickening sound-the Alpha slashed my mother and younger brother's throats, their blood spraying out in front of me.

My heart burned with anger and bitterness as I watched my family being killed in cold blood.

"You, come here!" The Alpha ordered.

I walked slowly, my head down, my heart racing. My knees were shaking as I walked towards the cold Alpha.

My body froze when I felt his rough, calloused hand touch my face.

He had this sinister look that sent a chill down my spine. His piercing gaze felt like it was drilling into my soul, and I couldn't help but shiver in fear.

With a snap of his fingers, his men brought something wrapped in thick cloth.

My heart raced as the Alpha unwrapped it, revealing a pistol.

He loaded the gun and pressed it against my throat, preparing to fire.

Part of me hoped for a second chance, but I knew this was the end.

Fighting back tears, I clenched my fists, bracing for what was coming.

"Bang!"

That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

I'm Amelia Moore, daughter of William Moore. My family and I had lived peacefully in the Crimson Pack... until now.

The death of the old Alpha sparked a power struggle, with other Alphas fighting for the throne.

And I just saw my entire family slaughtered by one merciless Alpha in the chaos.

I felt pain all over my body as I heard muffled voices around me.

"Try to wake her up," vaguely, I heard a familiar voice.

"Ugh," I groaned, struggling to sit up.

I looked around my surroundings, my brow frowning as I saw the demon standing before me.

Though I felt something different about him, I was convinced that he was the same Alpha who had killed my family.

Stubbornly, I shoved the hands of the Alpha away as he tried to help me to my feet. I didn't need a motherfucker's help.

"Seize her and bring her along with the other slaves," he roared.

Some soldiers caught up with me and bound my feet and arms, chaining me with other young girls as we were dragged to the palace.

We got to the palace at sunset and were kept in a room like yams in a barn, squeezed into the dim room with little ventilation.

The only source of light came from the small window above the rooftop. I tried so hard to keep myself awake but ended up sleeping off.

Morning came, and we were all called before the Alpha.

Unlike yesterday, we were now dressed in similar clothes to the palace maids.

The Alpha, whom I later knew as Zane Reynolds, addressed us and told us about the palace rules before leaving the floor to an elderly woman to address us.

My colleagues were all given a place of duty, leaving me alone in the large room.

"Come with me," a voice said, drawing me out of my thoughts.

I hastened my footsteps to keep up with the young man who walked so swiftly.

"Make yourself comfortable, Miss."

The young man turned to leave almost immediately, but I called out to stop him.

"Why haven't I been assigned a duty like the other maids?" I asked, trying to read him, but his face showed no emotion.

"The Alpha will be in the best position to answer your questions," he answered and hurried out of the room within a flash.

After changing into new clothes, I decided to take a walk around the palace. That's when I ran into a friendly maid who offered to show me around.

Eleanor was kind, but I couldn't help noticing one maid glaring at me with angry, narrowed eyes.

Nudging Eleanor by the side, I spoke softly to her.

"Why is that maid giving us side glances?"

"Ohhh...her! She's the chief cook and the Alpha's sex mate. I think she's jealous of how you're treated here in the palace."

I scoffed. I hated being treated differently, especially by the man who had killed my family.

I slumped onto my bed, exhausted, when the door suddenly burst open. Alpha Zane stepped in, his presence commanding as he walked toward me, his gaze fixed on me. A wave of unease washed over me, stirring in my stomach.

Fear gripped me at the sight of this demonic Alpha.

"What's your name?" he asked calmly.

"Amelia Moore," I stuttered with a lump in my throat.

"Amelia Moore....," He muttered repeatedly.

I jerked his hands off my face as he trailed his hands on my face.

My heart thumped wildly as Alpha Zane took long strides toward me and stopped before me.

I bit my lip and nervously fidgeted with my fingers. I gasped for air as Alpha Zane stepped closer, grabbed my waist, and pulled me toward him.

My eyes widened in shock as I bumped into Alpha Zane's firm chest, and my hands slid down his body.

He ran his fingers through my hair and tucked a strand behind my ear. My legs felt weak, and I melted in his arms.

"You know, I dislike stubbornness," he whispered into my ear.

"And I punish those who defy me, and I have the perfect punishment for you," he added softly.

Just when I thought I might escape his grasp, he tossed me away and ordered, "Take off your clothes."

Amelia's POV

"STRIP!" he commanded as his voice echoed in the room.

With shaking hands, I reluctantly unfastened my buttons and let my gown fall to the ground as I shut my eyes tight.

With what seemed like a step toward me, I clenched my fists, waiting for that beast's action.

For a while, the movement in the room stopped. Slowly, I opened my eyes and darted around the room to see Alpha Zane seated on my bed with a snout on his face.

"Done?" He asked with a smirk.

I bit my lip as my face turned red.

"Strip," he grumbled.

"I..." His stern tone made me hesitate, my fingers nervously fumbling with my underwear under his gaze.

Fear crept over me as I stood there in nothing but my panties, feeling his intense stare on me.

"Come over here," Alpha Zane commanded.

Moving slowly, I stopped right in front of Alpha Zane. Unexpectedly, he spanked my ass and sat me on his lap.

I sat there, numb, biting my fingernails nervously as Alpha Zane gently stroked my back.

His warm breath caressed my skin while he ran his hands on my body, making me flinch at the slightest spark of pleasure coming from his touches.

As much as I despised him, I couldn't deny that his touches made me feel something I had never felt in my twenty-two years.

The pleasure that was building inside me was so much that I was nearly panting for breath as Zane ran his hands on my body.

I gasped, my eyes widening at the sight of Alpha Zane. He was bigger than I expected, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of heat. He was hard, and I wasn't sure how to react.

My throat felt tight, and I nervously covered my face with my hand, trying to hide my flush.

Sweat beaded on my skin as my heartbeat quickened, my thoughts a blur of uncertainty.

His grip tightened on my shoulder, his voice low and firm. "Kneel."

My heart raced as I obeyed, kneeling before him. He guided me closer, his hand threading through my hair with controlled force, tilting my face up until I was where he wanted me-right between his legs.

I felt something warm and firm brush against my cheek, and instinctively, I flinched, trying to wave it off with my hand.

My eyes popped open with shock at the realisation of what had brushed my face. My face burned with embarrassment.

Quickly bowing my head, I whispered, "I'm sorry, Alpha," trembling with shame and nervousness.

"Suck it!" He growled.

My heart raced as the Alpha's command echoed in my ears. I swallowed hard, my body tense with fear. My eyes flickered downward, catching a glimpse of him-hard and intimidating.

I wondered if my mouth could take in such a length. I wanted to pull back, to resist, but my limbs felt heavy.

Though I had no experience with a blow job, I've read a lot of novels.

"Don't keep me waiting, Amelia."

"Suck it!" He roared.

The way he called my name caught me off guard. I wasn't supposed to feel anything, but I found myself falling to my knees against my will.

I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his length as he groaned above me. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me forward, pushing deeper until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

I gagged slightly, tears pricking the corners of my eyes, but he didn't stop-his grip tightened, his breath coming in ragged bursts. There was something almost primal in the way he held me there like he was past the point of restraint, and I could feel the power of his desire in every shuddering breath.

Tears burned in my eyes as Alpha Zane pushed me further, his grip unrelenting. My throat was aching, and I could taste the faint metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

"Hate me all you want," he growled, his voice low and rough as I tried to pull away. His grip tightened, holding me in place. "But I can't hate your pussy."

I rushed to the door, but he was faster-his body blocking my escape before I could reach the handle. He yanked me back, slamming me against the wall. His breath was hot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he leaned in, his tongue grazing the curve of my ear.

"Don't you want me inside you?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

My breath hitched, panic surging through me. I twisted in his grip, my hands pushing against his chest, but it was useless-he was too strong.

My breath came in shallow rasps as I braced myself for what was coming, my mind racing with fear and helplessness.

A part of me hated how his words and touches ignited something in me - a feeling couldn't explain.

His actions disgusted me and only intensified my hatred for him.

While we were in that absurd position, the chief cook barged into the room despite being stopped by the Beta.

Her gaze sent daggers that crept into my soul.

"Annie, out!" Alpha Zane shouted at her, and she ran away in fear.

I could feel the Alpha's anger as his eyes darkened. He looked at me with intense desire, his gaze sharp and focused, before tossing me onto the bed and ripping away the little fabric that covered me.

I watched closely as Alpha Zane moved around the room, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it open to reveal his muscular, chiselled torso.

I stared at Alpha Zane's body, my eyes lingering on his slim, muscular physique and bronze skin that glowed under the light.

He dragged me to the bed and shoved me down onto my back. Before I could react, he spread my legs and climbed over me, his weight pinning me in place.

A sharp, searing pain tore through me as he thrust inside, rough and unrelenting. My hands clutched at the sheets as I tried to ground myself. Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn't look away from his face-hard and unreadable, as if he didn't care about the pain he was causing.

I tried to resist but I couldn't and melted under him.

I force myself to keep my eyes open when I hear a strange sound.

A creaking sound echoed through the room, followed by the sharp snaps and cracks of a human shifting into a wolf. The noise filled my head, making it hard to think.

It felt like I was beneath a shifter, but Alpha Zane was still in his human form, though he looked exhausted.

The sound of flesh shifting and bones snapping made me dizzy.

Through blurry eyes, I saw Alpha Zane get off me and start dressing, leaving me dishevelled on the bed.

I tried to sit up, but everything spun, and I blacked out.

"Amelia, you're my mate," a faint voice echoed in my ears as I struggled to see who was speaking, but my vision was too hazy.

Alpha Zane's POV

"Alpha, we got news from the kingdom concerning your brother's intrusion into the kingdom after the death of your father, the Alpha", my Beta reported.

I clenched my fists, seething with anger as I listened to the report about my brother.

I tapped my fingers nervously, trying to figure out how to stop my brother's evil plans.

Jeff was troubled, and I knew peaceful negotiation wouldn't work.

His return put my pack in danger

Jeff has always been a threat to me and my throne since my father, the emeritus Alpha, proposed me as his successor.

I fumed in anger and realised that Jeff left the pack to grow his subordinates who would be loyal to him alone.

Frowning deeply, I thought of a strategy to approach Jeff without being noticed.

"Bellamy, keep an eye on the affairs of the pack and keep me updated", I ordered as I left the hall to prepare and leave.

I was so worried and served the safety of my pack and my pack members as I walked about the room tapping my feet as I thought deeply.

Immediately, I ordered my men to get ready for us to leave as soon as possible, probably the next day.

The next day, my men and I set out to return to the pack.

The journey back to the pack was quite smooth.

Crimson Pack is one of the outstanding packs around the neighborhood.

It was known for being blessed with abundance and known for its peaceful and welcoming nature.

But now, the pack has been turned into a homicide.

The stench of blood filled the air as soon as I stepped into the pack, whimpering and painful crying all over the pack.

As I stepped into the pack, I saw people sticking their faces out of the windows of their houses with fear evident in their faces.

With haste, I took long strides to the Pack House, I was astonished at the scene I met.

I could feel my veins popping out, as I took in the scene. The Pack House was littered with corpses of my pack members.

Right before me, Jeff was about to shed an innocent soul ruthlessly.

Angrily, I rushed towards him, hit him with a pistol at the back of his head while taking his pistol, and shot him in the leg to trip him.

I made sure my subordinates and I were in control before unarming myself and shifting into my wolf form to fight my brother.

Using my claws, I ripped him apart tearing his flesh but by bit as he cried out in pain.

Pouring out all my anger on him, I dug my claws into his eyes, blinding him.

He cried out bitterly as he searched for something blindly on the ground, maybe his pistol.

"Bang"

I was taken unawares by the sound of the pistol as I was shocked that Jeff shot himself to avoid facing a cold and ruthless death from me.

Quietly, I got up from him and tried to revive the young lady who was about to get killed by him.

Getting closer to her, I noticed something about the blonde lady, something intriguing and surprising.

Though, for a moment I was quite confused about who the signal came from, I was attracted to the blonde girl, and I decided to keep her close to me to know more about her.

A surge of unknown affection rose within me at the sight of the girl which I later found out to be Amelia.

Curiosity piqued me when I looked at her with a piercing gaze not minding her discomfort under my gaze.

I've never been attracted to a blonde and I was surprised that this plain girl could have such a great effect on me.

I approached her after she had regained consciousness; to inquire about her but I could sense the fear she had towards me.

I understood why she feared me and acted unfriendly towards me, but I wasn't ready to justify myself just yet.

"Seize her", I commanded.

My eyes flicker with a glint of sadness as I watch her being manhandled by my men. She was bound in chains with the other slaves to stop them from escaping the palace.

We all returned to the palace and sent news across the pack to everyone to know that stability had been brought back to the kingdom.

I retired to my room, took a bath, and went to bed. Tossing all over the bed, the innocent face of Amelia kept coming to mind.

Her beautiful face and long blonde hair kept resurfacing in my head.

My wolf's reaction anytime I was around her didn't go unnoticed by me.

I decided to take a bold step to discover who she is truly and why she seemed linked to me.

My eyes darkened as I remembered having the mate bond showing its signals when I went close to her.

"No"! It can't be her.

Princess Isabella, my betrothed was around the pack house and I'm sure that's where the misunderstanding came from.

I don't want to marry a spoiled princess, but as an Alpha, I can't make a slave my Luna either.

The Crimson Pack needs a strong Luna who can stand up for them, not a weak Luna who can't even stand up for herself.

Conan, my wolf kept pushing me to go to Amelia. Conan has never pestered me this much but has made me restless all over the time.