Capturing Her: The Tyrant Alpha King's Slave is Mine

Valeria's POV

My heart roared in my chest as my feet crushed the dry leaves covering the ground, each step taking me closer to Zarek, the Alpha I was supposed to marry. My father's arm, linked with mine, was like steel, holding me steady and guiding me toward a commitment sealed when I was still a pup.

It was a pact. The firstborn of each pack leader was to unite in marriage, which would seal the commitment to peace between both packs and increase our power, thereby intensifying our strength.

I lifted my face, watching Zarek standing before Ralph, the old wolf patriarch of the packs.

My fiancé wore a serious expression, without a single hint of a smile. He was like that most of the time, showing no emotion at all. I pressed my lips together, holding my breath. Zarek was handsome.

It was too easy to fall in love with him. Handsome, strong, and an Alpha, desired by all the females in the pack.

"I'm handing over my firstborn to you, as per the pact sealed many years ago," my father, Alpha Tristan said, making himself heard through the rows of wooden benches, so all the wolves could witness.

Alpha Francis, Zarek's father took a step forward, analyzing my figure from top to bottom, with a crease in the middle of his forehead. "Indeed, a beautiful she-wolf," he commented, his gaze fixed on where my breasts made a slight curve under the silk fabric of the wedding dress. "I hope she's a better breeder than her mother and gives my son an alpha."

Thump... thump... thump...

My heart pounded in my ears, making me feel dizzy.

"I can assure you that my daughter will not be as... weak as my wife," my father growled.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the pain of my mother's failure pierce through my soul. I hated that they were talking about it, that they could humiliate her in front of the packs. It was my wedding day, meant to be a happy day.

Francis flashed a wolfish grin. That was my father's deepest wound. And everyone knew it.

"I hope you're right, Tristan. And that you're not deceiving me or giving me a useless she-wolf."

Ralph, the old wolf patriarch made a noise in his throat. "Let's continue the ceremony, please. We're all eager for the feast," he mocked, trying to break the tense atmosphere that had settled.

Our fathers were never friendly, never had been. They tolerated each other because they were stronger as allies than as enemies. But they only decided to unify the packs when I was eight, after Francis's wife and Zarek's mother, disappeared. After that tragic event, they swallowed their pride and sealed the union agreement.

Zarek grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him, positioning me beside him, facing old patriarch. I controlled my breathing and kept my arms close to my body, trying not to show how much I was trembling.

The patriarch looked at me, giving me a warm smile, and then turned to Zarek. "We are here to celebrate the union of this couple and finally unify the two packs of the east!" he began, raising his voice so everyone could hear him.

"Cut your palm and your bride's palm so we can start the union vows," he instructed. My father stepped closer, as did Francis. "Zarek, Alpha of the Inferno Pack of the East, do you accept Valeria, of the Ironclaw Pack of the East, as your mate?"

For a second, the world seemed to stop spinning, everything around us fell into complete silence, motionless.

Zarek stared at me, and a fierce gleam passed through the brown eyes I loved so much.

"No," he whispered, gritting his teeth.

I smiled proudly, unaware of the answer he had given. A succession of gasps echoed through the forest. The smile on my face slowly faded.

"What?" The patriarch asked, as confused as I was.

In a swift movement, Zarek threw the knife to his father and grabbed my arm with such force that I felt the marks of his fingers would be tattooed on my skin. With the other hand, he pulled off the veil, uncovering my face.

"How dare you reject my daughter?" my father growled. "I demand an explanation for what's going on before I kill you both."

Zarek ignored him, keeping his attention on me. I stared into his eyes, trying to find any hint of mockery in his tone. He wouldn't reject me on our wedding day, not after everything we had been through.

He loved me, just as I loved him. Didn't he?

He leaned in, aligning our faces.

"I reject you, Valeria! And I will make you the whore of my pack," he whispered, rubbing the back of his hand against my cheek. "Have you told your father how you spread your legs for me? How you climaxed, screaming my name, with my cock inside you?"

I widened my eyes and opened my mouth, but no sound came out. He wasn't doing this. He couldn't be. He was... humiliating me in front of everyone, despising me.

"I'm going to kill you," my father growled, advancing.

"Tell your father, dear. Tell him what a slut you are. Tell him how you sucked my cock last night, gagging on it," he hissed through clenched teeth, tightening his fingers around my neck.

I shook my head, my tear-filled eyes blurring my vision.

I was... breaking. Little by little until there was nothing left of me, nothing for him or anyone else.

Zarek, my fiancé, my betrothed. My first love, my first in everything. He was... rejecting me at the altar, dishonoring me, degrading me.

I gasped.

Then, everything happened too quickly.

My father lunged at Zarek, but Francis pushed him away from his son, who still had his hands around my neck. It was a silent threat. He had my life in his hands and could kill me at any moment.

"We had an agreement, you damned worm!" my father snarled.

Francis laughed loudly and heartily. "We never had an agreement."

"What?"

I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything but stare at Zarek in disbelief. I could see something in his eyes that I had never seen before. Anger, disgust, contempt.

My heart broke at that moment, with the obvious realization that I had been deceived my whole life. That I had never been anything more than a puppet, molded by my parents and deluded by the male I swore to love.

My entire life, my entire upbringing, full of restrictions to make me the perfect wife for him. All of it. It was all a lie.

"I never planned to marry our offspring, you damned fool. I would never marry my son to a slut from your lineage!" Francis confessed, sounding so disdainful that I felt my hair stand on end. "All of this was nothing more than my revenge plan."

"I know about your affair with Lyra, I know you loved screwing my wife behind my back." He laughed mockingly. "I killed her as soon as I found out the truth. In front of Zarek, so he could see the truth about his whore of a mother. I buried my hand deep in her chest and ripped out her heart."

"Then I had the idea to bury the body and pretend she disappeared, creating the illusion that we were in danger so you would agree to give one of your daughters in the agreement," Zarek said, his firm voice resonating through the forest.

I swallowed a sob and let the first tear slide down the corner of my right eye.

"And now, I will finally have the pleasure of killing you," Francis continued. "After humiliating you in front of everyone, knowing that you had a slutty, whore daughter, just like you used my wife." He laughed. "But don't worry, Tristan. I will make your wife and your two daughter the bitches of my pack; they will serve all my men, always ready to satisfy them, until they are of no more use."

A loud growl rumbled from my father's chest, making me shiver. He was using his alpha power, exuding blind, raw fury.

Zarek turned me to the other side, pressing my back against his hard, defined chest, not removing his fingers from my neck, forcing me to look at our parents.

He leaned in, bringing his lips close to my ear. "Don't worry, Vale..." he whispered, kissing my ear. "I'll be one of your clients; I like what you have to offer between your legs. A good pussy shouldn't go to waste."

I let out a low hiss, exhaling all the pain I felt through it.

My father broke free from Francis and lunged at him, ready to kill, blinded by his fury and desire for revenge.

But he didn't get far. The alpha of the Inferno wolves held the silver knife and didn't hesitate before driving the blade into his neck.

Blood from the ruptured vein sprayed onto my face and the rest of my body, staining my white dress red. It was hot, thick, and had a strong smell that made my stomach churn.

I gasped, parting my lips in a heavy breath. My mother's scream broke the silence, filling the air.

Tristan took a few unsteady steps back, placing his hands over the gaping wound on his neck, trying to stop the hot blood gushing from the injury.

The pungent, metallic smell spread through the air, reaching my nose.

His blue eyes lost focus gradually as life drained from his body. Francis's laughter echoed.

"And finally, after so long, I'm having the pleasure of seeing him die," he said, pulling the knife from my father's neck. He stared at the red liquid covering the blade and brought it to his lips, rubbing his tongue on it and tasting it. "Now I know what your blood tastes like, Tristan. Enjoy my wife in hell."

He kicked the wounded alpha forcefully, sending him flying. He hit one of the trees, falling lifeless to the ground of dry leaves.

I covered my mouth with my hands.

Dead.

My father was dead.

Dead.

My father was dead.

The alpha of the pack I belonged to. And I was a hostage of the psychopathic male who killed him and the bastard son who ended me in ways I couldn't even measure.

My mother fell to her knees on the ground, emitting a hollow, deep sound of pain. She raised her face and looked at Francis, her expression twisted with rage. Her eyes glowed emerald green, her wolf taking shape. In a surge, she stood up and ran towards the alpha, her hand deformed with elongated nails from the transformation, hitting Francis's arm, tearing through skin and muscle, injuring him.

Zarek released me, growling loudly, and ran towards his father.

Francis held his arm, baring his elongated teeth and eyes shining dark brown. "I'm going to kill her," he hissed.

"Not so," Zarek cut in. "I'll have that pleasure."

My mother's face was disfigured. She was in the midst of transformation. Shiny eyes, elongated canines, enhanced nails, and some fur scattered over her body.

Zarek stared at her, growling, exhaling his fear pheromone, trying to make her kneel before him, before an alpha.

I felt a cold hand grasp my arm. I looked to the side and found my sister Summer with wide eyes and lips white as paper.

My mother gave in, kneeling before Zarek, although every muscle in her body showed the effort, she made not to submit to him. Her eyes were dull, pupils dilated and lifeless.

"I would have left you alive so you could see your daughters become the pack's whores. But I won't forgive your offense against my father."

"You betrayed my husband, our pack, my daughter. You're nothing but traitorous dogs who refused to honor the agreement you made."

Zarek laughed.

"And you, an unworthy she-wolf. You couldn't give an alpha to your husband, nor please him in bed, since he had to go after others."

I felt Summer's tug on my arm, urging me to take a few steps back. They were light steps, so light that Zarek and Francis didn't notice them.

Mom smiled at him, lifting her lips in a sharp smile.

"At least my husband died knowing he was never dishonored, since he was my only male, while your father was the greatest of cucks."

Exhaling a loud scream of fury, Zarek thrust his arm forward, ripping her neck with his claws. Blood sprayed onto me, joining the mess that was already my dress.

I looked down, watching the fabric splattered with red. The dress I wore on what should have been the happiest day of my life, completely ruined, stained with the blood of my parents, whose lives were taken by the male I loved.

Zarek set me into his revenge plan, even though I had nothing to do with what had happened. He was crucifying me for sins committed by my father.

She gurgled, choking on her own blood before falling backward to the ground. Dead.

I heard the murmurs around us, footsteps echoing from all sides.

"He killed our alpha; now he deserves to die!" someone shouted.

"I'm waiting," Zarek taunted, inviting the wolves for a challenge.

I took a few more steps back, increasing the distance between us. My gaze met the old wolf patriarch's, Ralph's, who looked desolate with the situation. With a single almost imperceptible nod, I received his command.

Run!

Staying wasn't an option. Zarek had already stated his plans for me and my sister. And he had already taken so much from me.

My home; my family; my honor.

I wouldn't let him take the little or almost nothing I had left. My name is Valeria, and from now on, there was only one word on my mind: Revenge. I had to flee to save myself, but not to hide.

I grabbed one of the lanterns, pulling it from one of the branches, and threw it to the ground with all my strength. The glass shattered and the candle's fire spread quickly through the dry leaves, creating a barrier between us.

Zarek's eyes scanned me, momentarily diverting his attention from the wolves of our former pack, who were advancing against him, challenging him.

"Don't even think about running, Vale," he growled in threat. "I will hunt you wherever you are and bring you back home, no matter the circumstances."

"I'll. Never. Hide, I Will Come Back for Your Head!"

"Don't do that, my love. Things will be much worse for you and your dear sister when I get my hands on you again."

I held the hem of my dress, pulling it with force and tearing it, thus reducing the weight and length. It would be much easier to run without a long piece of fabric getting in the way.

"We will be free, Zarek, or we will die trying."

"You son of a bitch!" Summer cursed, pointing a finger at him. "You will still pay for everything you did to my sister and our pack." She threw another lantern to the ground, further increasing the fire that was spreading rapidly.

"If you run through this forest, you will be treated as traitors. You know it's forbidden to flee from the pack. Everyone will hunt you, and death will be the least of your problems." He looked directly at me, filled with rage. "And you, my lovely bride, will suffer all the consequences."

"Fuck you!" I hissed.

I was nothing anymore. Thanks to him.

The first wolf jumped at Zarek, and I hoped with all my strength that he would hit the vein pulsating at the side of his neck. But as a superior alpha, he was much faster and stronger. He quickly dodged the blow and broke the wolf's neck.

I didn't wait to see if the others would have any success. Summer pulled me by the arm. I spun on my heels and started running into the forest.

I had no idea where we would go or how long we could keep him away, but... it was our last hope.

Deceived, rejected, lost.

I ran away from the chaos, away from Zarek, with Summer by my side, her hair disheveled, face stained with tears, wedding dress torn, and skin splattered with my parents' blood.

I wanted to cry until there were no tears left, but I had no time for that. I just needed... to run. Nonstop, without looking back. To put as much distance as possible between Zarek and me.

All I had left was my sister and a fragile hope that we might possess some power. But as omegas, we were weak.

***

But Valeria had no idea that an extraordinary legacy was hidden deep within her blood-an ancient power waiting to be awakened. A power that, once unleashed, would ensure she never had to bow her head to anyone again.

Yet such power does not come freely. It demands certain conditions be met. The most critical of them all? She needs the help of a powerful Winter Alpha to unlock it.

She is the last living descendant of Ravager-the rightful heiress to the most powerful clan of them all: the Tamers of the Wild Fire Wolves.

Valeria's POV

2 Years later...

I couldn't stop crying. My hands gripped the sheet so tightly my knuckles ached, but nothing could hide the bruises-or the shame consuming me from the inside out.

"Don't cry like I forced you," Arkell said, his cynical voice cutting through the silence as he dressed at the foot of the bed. His eyes, cold and filled with contempt, bore into me.

"You came to my bed willingly."

"Stop playing the martyr. You're getting on my nerves," he added with a sneer.

I struggled to speak, my voice catching in my throat. "But... my sister... You promised to set her free..."

I wiped at my tears, though they wouldn't stop. The lump in my throat made it almost impossible to breathe, let alone speak.

"We'll see about that later," he replied with a casual shrug, as if my pain meant nothing. This-after he'd promised not to offer her up if I gave in.

"Not later, Alpha," I pleaded, rising unsteadily, clutching the sheet to my chest. "You said you'd take Summer out of the selection if I... if I surrendered to you. How can you go back on your word now?"

Every step toward him was laced with pain, but what hurt most wasn't physical-it was my soul, my pride, my dignity.

"Go back on my word?" he snapped, turning to me with fury in his eyes. "Watch your tone. I'm your Alpha."

His words struck like a whip.

"I said I'd consider it if you did a good job and satisfied me. I never guaranteed anything. And let's be honest-do you really think you did well?"

He scoffed, his gaze raking over me in disgust. "I knew you were a whore, but lying there like a stiff doll doesn't satisfy any man, Valeria."

The bile rose in my throat, thick and burning.

"Maybe next time you'll do better," he said, smirking. "I expect you here tomorrow. Depending on your performance, maybe your precious sister will be spared."

He reached out to stroke my cheek. I flinched away, my stomach churning violently.

"That look right there?" he said, lowering his hand. "That's the first thing you need to change. Tomorrow, come willingly-or face the consequences."

"I'll let it slide this time, only because of your inexperience. But next time? You'd better shape up... or say goodbye to your little sister."

He turned to leave, then paused at the door.

"Oh-and clean up the mess on the bed. I'm not sleeping in blood and semen," he spat before slamming the door behind him.

I collapsed to my knees, sobbing as though my soul had been torn from my body. I pressed my trembling hands to my face, feeling the weight of it all-the filth, the shame, the loss.

What was I thinking... agreeing to this blackmail?

After what felt like centuries, I forced myself to stand, leaning on the wall as I stumbled toward the bathroom. When I looked into the mirror, the stranger staring back shattered something inside me.

My light brown hair was a tangled mess. My honey-colored eyes were red and swollen from crying. My lips were raw and bleeding. A dark bruise bloomed on my neck. My entire body was littered with bite marks, handprints, bruises, and scratches.

Then I dared to look between my legs.

So much blood. Murky white fluid.

I vomited instantly.

I clutched the sink, one hand gripping my churning stomach as I retched, my back arching. I threw up everything-food, bile, even the pieces of myself I didn't know could break.

Now only a yellowish substance came out, but still, I couldn't stop. My sobs came in waves between dry heaves.

Today, I lost my pride in the vilest, most disgusting way-at the hands of a man who was supposed to protect his pack. Instead, he used his power to prey on the weak... like me.

I had resisted for so long.

And in the end, I was still nothing more than a puppet of fate.

***

My name is Valeria Ruffin, and I was saved by the Alpha of this pack of werewolves named Ironclaw Pack when I was a baby.

That alpha father, whom I always considered a father with all my heart, offered me a home with a mother and a younger sister.

My early years weren't bad, and although it took some effort for the pack to accept me, being an outsider, out of respect for my father, no one opposed me, and with time, I went unnoticed.

But everything changed the day my father bound me to that bastard, Zarek. He wasn't my fated mate-far from it.

It was love once.

Or at least, I believed it was.

I loved him with a heart too naive to see the storm beneath his smile. I gave him everything-my trust, my loyalty, even the pieces of me I never meant to share.

But that love... it didn't save me.

It led to betrayal.

It led to blood.

It led to death.

Love, in the end, became the very weapon he used to destroy everything I held dear.

Everything went downhill in my life since then.

Two years ago, Summer and I ran away from Zarek-the man I was once promised to marry. But Zarek wasn't just a rejected suitor; he had a dark plan for revenge against our pack. He led a brutal massacre that wiped out nearly everyone I loved. My entire pack-Ironclaw-was slaughtered, including my father, the Alpha.

Somehow, by what I can only call a miracle, my mother survived. An ancient pack healer found her amidst the chaos and saved her life.

After escaping that bloodbath, Summer and I were lost in the wild forests for days, hungry and terrified. That's when we met Arkell, the one they call the Wild Alpha. At first, he treated us kindly. His pack of feral wolves took us in, sheltered us, fed us. For the first time since the massacre, I felt a flicker of hope.

After living with them for 2 years, I finally told Arkell everything-about Zarek, about the betrayal, about the blood spilled in the name of vengeance. And the one who stood by my side through it all... was Declan-one of the elite warriors of the Wild Pack led by Wild Alpha Arkell.

Declan wasn't just a fighter. He was my shield, my shadow in the dark, the only one who saw the truth when everyone else turned away. He looked me in the eyes and promised me retribution. He swore he would restore my honor... and give me back what I'd lost.

And he did.

I didn't know what Declan discussed with Alpha Arkell, but by the end of that single night, he and Arkell's Elite Wild Wolves had wiped out Zarek and his entire bloodline.

Declan seized control of the eastern territory, claiming it in my name-or so he said. Now the entire eastern territory controlled by Arkell.

Shortly after, Arkell sent him away on an important mission, one he never told me anything about.

But now... look at what's happening.

That same Alpha who avenged my pack is blackmailing me. He's demanding that I send my adoptive sister-sweet, innocent Summer-as a tribute to the tyrant Alpha King. And without a powerful alliance to protect us and without Declan, Arkell didn't even hesitate. He chose her-my sister-as part of the Alpha King's slave selection.

No matter how much we begged, he showed no compassion and only used my desperation to blackmail me into giving in to his sick entertainment.

The Alpha King was a complete tyrant. Whenever it pleased him, he demanded tributes from other packs-whether strong warriors or young women, preferably virgins, to warm his bed. And when he grew bored of them, he tossed them to his soldiers or other vassals, treating them as nothing more than disposable entertainment.

That life of slavery was worse than death itself. I did everything I could to save my sister, even selling myself to the Alpha of the pack as if I were nothing-just another nobody.

After washing off the remnants of my humiliation and gathering the bedding that bore the evidence of my shame, I left the Alpha's room. I moved quietly, careful to avoid being seen.

Werewolves have incredibly sharp senses, so if I encountered anyone, they would immediately know what had happened. The knowledge of how far I had fallen in life was a punishment in itself.

I overheard some women heading to the kitchen in the pack's main house and quickly slipped out through a back door, feeling like a criminal as I ran with all my strength into the forest.

My wolf, Nyra, growled in annoyance, her presence newly awakened since I had turned 20 just a few weeks ago.

Of course, I hadn't agreed to the Alpha's blackmail. I never had, but there was nothing else I could do.

I let Nyra take control. Her fur covered my body, and soon, my two legs transformed into four paws. I didn't want to think anymore; the pain in my chest was unbearable. I just wanted to escape into my wolf's world, but I knew the Goddess wouldn't be so kind to me.

I don't know how long I wandered through the lands surrounding the pack, letting Nyra do as she pleased-hunting, running, trying to escape my sorrowful reality. But then, a powerful scent suddenly pulled me out of my self-pity.

It was delicious, and it drew us toward the edge of the immense lake that bordered our pack.

There, a man stood washing his hands in the crystal-clear water. As we drew closer, he lifted his head and sniffed the air.

My heart began to race, and a wave of joy swept through me. It was him-Declan. He had returned from his mission for Arkell... It turned out, in the end, he was indeed my...

"Mate! Mate!" Nyra confirmed, her excitement growing as she wanted to approach her destined mate. My wild warrior.

"Valeria, is that you?" Declan rose from his crouching position, his face lighting up with surprise. He had never seen my wolf before.

"It's you! And you're my mate! I knew it, little one. I told you we would be mates! You can't imagine how much I've missed you! I finished the mission early to..."

But his words trailed off when we were just a few steps away. I was so overwhelmed with surprise and happiness that I forgot something crucial. Declan noticed it too.

I wasn't the Valeria he had left behind months ago-the girl who kissed him beneath a tree with the promise to wait for him, to become a couple when I turned 20, even if we weren't destined. That Valeria died today. She died in that bed when I was forced to give up my body in exchange for a promise that was never fulfilled. They were right-I was just a whore of the pack.

"You... why do you smell like the Alpha?" His eyes widened in disbelief. Then, understanding struck him, and I watched as he took a step back, his expression shifting to one of repressed anger.

"Declan, I... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was desperate, and I waited for you-I swear I would have waited forever. But then the selection came, and they chose my sister as a tribute. I was desperate," I pleaded, my words stumbling through the bond, begging him for understanding.

"Change to your human form," he ordered, his voice cold in a way I had never heard before.

Declan was the son of the pack's Beta and the next heir to that position. Even now, he was undeniably one of the strongest warriors we had.

"I don't want to change. We can talk like this," I begged, my wolf still eager to approach his, but he wouldn't allow it.

"I told you to change!" His shout made me flinch, and my body trembled in fear.

I was at the very bottom of the pack's hierarchy, so resisting a direct order from Declan was nearly impossible. With a heavy heart, I shifted back to my human form, exposing my bare body to his watchful gaze.

I knelt, trembling, my arms wrapped around myself, trying to shield my chest. My head hung low, wishing with all my being that I could disappear and never have to face this moment.

"Did he force you? Did he do this against your will?" Declan's voice was harsh, his teeth clenched, hatred dripping from every word.