The Lone Wolf Is Mine

Timbre~

"Watch where you're going, woman!" The angry voice of a taxi driver slammed against my ears, jolting out of my thoughts and throwing me into reality.

I was lost thinking about how to survive another day without food or shelter that I didn't realize I was making my way across the road.

"Sorry!" I yelled back, immediately running off the road. Getting to the other side of the street, I caught people staring at me and even covering their noses with their hands.

It wasn't a surprise, given that I was wearing a tattered black dress, my face and other exposed parts of my skin were covered with dirt. I couldn't even remember the last time I washed myself.

I had always roamed the streets of Hamburg, Germany this way for more than ten years.

I lost my parents and elder brother at age seven, in a fatal accident on our way to a family picnic. I survived this accident and I hate that I did.

I went to our pack and extended families after the incident, but they all chased me away, telling me I carried bad luck with me, everywhere I went. From being the daughter of an Alpha, I became a lone wolf.

I had to fend for myself, so I mingled with other homeless kids and they taught me how to survive. I am twenty now, and I'm still on the street, starving.

As I walked down the street, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I was yet to feed her. I dipped my hand into my pocket and drew out the last fifty cents with me.

I wasn't sure what this small amount of money was going to do to me, but I hoped that if I approached a food seller with this amount, he or she would show remorse.

People kept keeping their distance from me as I walked into the market, but I wasn't bothered. I was busy reminiscing with my wolf on who to approach to beg for food.

Soon, my wolf made me see a woman at my right hand side, she was selling street-made food. I had this great urge to approach her and ask for help, and I did.

At the age of eighteen, I had my first transformation and ever since then, my wolf surfaced and had always helped me survive too.

I waited for the customers that stood in front of her to leave before moving closer to her so that I wouldn't scare them away.

When they were all gone, I took slow steps towards her, and then she looked at me. Before she could talk, I spoke up.

"Please don't chase me away. I'm just here to ask for your help." I mumbled, and she let out a faint smile.

"You want some food, don't you?" She asked as politely as ever, and I nodded.

"Yes, I do. I have fifty cents and..."

"Don't worry about the money. I'll give you some food." She answered as she began to prepare a plate of crispy chicken for me. She put some rice and some salad at the side and gave me the plate.

"Sit on that bench and enjoy your meal." She added, pointing at a bench not so far from her kiosk.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am. Thank you." Tears welled up my eyes as I stared at the food. The aroma made my stomach grumble harder and I couldn't wait to dig in.

I rushed to the bench, sat and began to eat.

As I ate, two women approached this food seller to buy food. First, I didn't pay attention to whatever they were saying, but immediately I heard them mention the word party, they caught my attention.

"It's all over the internet. The ball party is to welcome the new alpha, Alpha Xavier, the son of late Alpha Fenrir Ravenshield." One of the women said to the other.

"Really?? Alpha Xavier, I heard he is also very rich, even richer than his father." Her friend answered.

"That is stale news, Dorothea. He isn't only rich, he's fearsome as well. Let me show you."

She pulled out her phone and gave it to her friend, Dorothea. "It's happening at the Grand Elysee Hotel! Wow! Is it strictly by invitation?" Dorothea further asked.

"No. At least, it wasn't stated in the broadcast. I'm going to attend. He is not married, who knows, the Alpha may choose me to be his wife." She muttered, giggling and blushing hard at the thought of it.

'There's going to be a party, and no doubt, there will be so much food. This is an opportunity for you, Timbre!" I thought to myself as I took the last scoop of rice and gave the woman the plate.

"Thank you so much, ma'am. I have to go now." I hastily said and ran away, heading back to the abandoned old car on the next street, which was my home.

I opened the door to the backseat and hopped in. I grabbed my bag of clothes and turned it upside down, pouring the items in it on the car seat.

I had only two dresses apart from the one I had on. One was red, and the other was blue. The blue dress was more or less a rag, and I hardly wore it.

The red dress wasn't torn but it was super short and small because I had gotten it about five years ago. I was going to go for the red dress either way.

After deciding on what dress to wear, I began to think of how I'd sneak into the hotel, where the food was kept and steal some without being noticed.

I had no idea how I was going to go about this, but I had a strong feeling I was going to succeed. "I'll make sure I steal enough food to sustain me for at least two days." I muttered, feeling excitement at the thought of it.

***

The night drew in faster than expected, and this made me so happy. I left the car before sunset and began to trudge to the hotel. It was a famous hotel, so I had no difficulties knowing where it was.

It was about an hour and thirty minutes walk from the car, but I cared less. I just wanted to be there before they started serving the guests.

I finally drew closer to the hotel, and I could see a lot of people walking into the hotel. Some pulled up in very big cars, some lingered around, chatting and laughing with their friends.

I decided to go in with people so that I wouldn't be noticed easily. I walked swiftly to the main entrance and just at the right time, I saw some women, about four of them, walking in.

I hurriedly walked behind them, close enough for people to think we were together. Getting in, my jaw dropped as I stared at the interior design of the hotel. It was magnificent and looked so expensive.

Not only the design, but the people that were present. No doubt, I was the dirtiest thing that was present at this event. I made sure I didn't touch anything or anyone in fear of ruining them with my wretchedness.

I stood behind the large doors of the main entrance, trying to figure out where the kitchen could be when all of a sudden, I saw some chefs, coming out of the a door and climbing up the stairs with trays in their hands.

'That is the kitchen, I guess.' I thought, looking around before I proceeded towards the door. The last chef that walked out of the door left the door slightly open, and I hurriedly peeped in to see what was going on inside.

Luckily for me, all the chefs had left to serve the food already. Taking one glance around, making sure everyone was minding their business and not noticing me, I crept into the kitchen, keeping my head low as much as possible.

On a very large table at the center of the kitchen were so many dishes that I had never seen in my whole life. My eyes popped wide open with the great urge to taste all of them.

Fruits were the closest to me, so I went ahead to pick about five apples. I threw them in the polythene bag I had brought with me. I took some grapes, bananas, pineapples and so many more.

I was yet to pick real dishes and my bag was almost full already. I left where the fruits were and picked a slice of bread. I squeezed all of it at once and munched on it.

I was about to dip my hand into an unfamiliar, yet enticing dish when I heard a loud noise. I jolted, looking up to see if someone had entered, but they were yet to return.

'Where did that noise come from?' I thought, and hastily began to pour in the food I could in fear.

The noise came again, this time it sounded like a growl. My eyes were drawn to a black door right there in the kitchen, and before I knew it, my legs began to control me.

I was supposed to run or hide, but I didn't. Instead, I found myself reaching for the door. As I laid my hand on the doorknob, the loud growl came again, making my breath cease.

Opening the door to see what was making the noise, I froze at that moment, unable to move forward. Lying on the ground was something unexplainable and scary.

He looked at me, eyes glowing red like that of the devil, teeth bared and palms clenched... but that wasn't even what I found scary, there was something else, something that made my heart skip... it was a battle between life and death.

Boldly, I took a step forward, he was a monster, but right now, all I saw was someone in distress.

~Xavier~

As the world blurred around me, I felt my heart pounding in my chest, threatening to burst free.

A cold sweat broke out across my forehead, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. It started as a subtle unease, a flicker of anxiety that swiftly transformed into a suffocating wave of panic.

A sharp pain stabbed at my chest, radiating through my body like an electric shock. I let out a cry of pain and fell as the ground beneath me seemed unsteady.

It was happening again. That saddening story of my life I never want to share with anyone.

I could see her beautiful smiley face, the face I always wished never left me. Grabbing my head in agony and regret, I felt my fingers elongate into sharp claws, capable of rending flesh and tearing through obstacles.

Fur erupted from my pores, making me growl loudly again.

Suddenly, I heard something from a distance. A soft yet distinct rhythm permeated the air.

It started as a faint whisper, like a distant drumbeat carried on a gentle breeze. As I focused my attention, the sound grew louder, filling my ears and captivating my senses.

Each thump resonated through the room, a steady cadence that echoed with life's persistent pulse. With each rhythmic thud, I could feel the heartbeat carrying a medley of emotions.

I wondered how I could sense something so strong at a disturbing time like this.

While still trying to figure out who could be the owner of this heartbeat, my ears rang with a high-pitched reverberation of someone opening the door to the store I hid.

The owner of the heartbeat.

In agony, I raised my head to look at who this person was, and there stood a young lady, frozen from what she had just seen.

Thinking she was going to run away in terror, I saw her take a bold step forward, and instantly, the atmosphere subtly shifted, as if infused with an aura of calmness and tranquility.

Her eyes carried a warmth that enveloped me, reflecting a genuine kindness and compassion for me. She got very close to me, and I realized that I wanted her to get closer.

It had never happened. In times like this, everyone stayed away from me, and even those that tried to calm me down, I ended up being aggressive with them.

But she was different... I found it hard to be defensive.

"It's okay. You will be alright." Her voice carried a natural ebb and flow, a soothing melody that wrapped around my aching heart. It was as if her voice possessed a hidden power to untangle knots of worry and weave a tapestry of calm in its wake.

My growl slithered through the air, barely breaking the silence that followed her voice.

In boldness, she knelt in front of me and stretched her thin hands forward in an attempt to touch me. I could hear her heart racing in her chest as her hands finally touched my head.

In the midst of uncertainty and mounting pressure, a sudden wave of relief washed over me like a cool breeze on a sweltering day.

It swept through every fiber of being, lifting the weight that had settled upon my shoulders, and releasing the burdens that had become all-consuming.

Instantly, my body began to take the shape of a human once again, and I fell weakly in front of her... half naked. My clothes had ripped off, leaving me with only a torn trouser.

"Who are you?" My voice emerged like a fragile whisper, barely audible in the air.

I raised my head to look at her face, waiting for her to respond, but she seemed lost, staring at my face.

Regaining some of my strength, I sat up and stared back at her. She was the cure I had always wanted. She was the solution to my problem.

"I'm glad you feel better now. I... I have to leave." She stuttered, trying to stand up, but I grabbed her hand firmly, making her stop.

"You cannot leave." I asserted.

Instantly, I saw terror in her eyes, and her hand trembled in mine. "I have to leave. Please, let me go. I can't be found here." She muttered, trying to get my hand off hers, but I was way stronger, and I wasn't going to let her go.

Why would I let the solution to my problem slip away from me? I kept my grip firm around her wrist as I reached for the pocket of my pants with my other hand.

I pulled out my phone and went ahead to put a call across to my trusted bodyguard, Karl.

"Please, I beg you. Let me go." Tears welled up in her green, almond-shaped eyes as she stared at me. I kept my eyes fixed on her as I waited for Karl to answer the phone.

"Come into the kitchen store with new clothes for me. Send everyone in the kitchen out." I ordered as soon as Karl answered the phone.

After speaking, I hung up and threw my phone in my pocket again.

"I'm sorry for trying to steal from you. All I took are still right there in the kitchen. Please let me go. I promise to put everything I had taken back to where they were. I promise never to show my face to you ever again." She cried, but this didn't get to me.

Nothing on earth was going to make me let go of her.

"Please! Can't you see I'm begging you! I need to leave!" She yelled out of frustration after seeing that I ignored her pleas.

"I told you... I cannot let you leave. You are coming home with me." I answered coldly.

Before she could respond, the door opened again, and Karl walked in with a two-piece suit, laying on his right arm. Standing up from the ground, I pulled her with me and walked up to Karl.

Taking the suit from him, I gave her to him. "Get her out of here in a way that no one would notice. If you have to sedate her to keep her mouth shut, do it. Get her into the car... I'll be right behind you."

"Yes, Alpha Xavier." Karl answered, holding her by the arms firmly.

"Alpha Xavier? You're Alpha Xavier?" Hee jaw dropped in disbelief.

Ignoring her once again, I walked away from them and walked back to where we were before so that I could change into the new suit.

My back was turned against them as I put on my new shirt. She kept ranting as I dressed up and soon I heard nothing. Looking over my shoulders, I saw Karl already silenced her using a handkerchief.

'You are mine now.'

~Timbre~

As the first rays of sunlight tiptoed through the curtains, gently illuminating the room, consciousness emerged from the depths of my slumber, like a delicate flower unfurling its petals to greet the day.

My eyelids, heavy with remnants of rest, fluttered open, revealing a world refreshed by the night's embrace. My vision adjusted to the gentle morning light, bringing clarity to my surroundings.

From the moment my eyes swept across the room, they were greeted by a symphony of lavishness. The walls, adorned with richly textured wallpaper or intricate paneling, created a backdrop of sophistication.

Glimmering chandeliers hung from lofty ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow that danced upon meticulously polished surfaces.

"What is this place?" I pondered.

I had never been in such a beautiful place my whole life. While trying to recall the events from the previous night, every movement I made was met with a gentle responsiveness, with the bed accommodating shifts and adjustments effortlessly.

It was the most soothing thing I had ever laid on.

Then I recalled everything that had happened together, putting every bit of memory together carefully. I met with Alpha Xavier!

I was overcome with a chilling sensation as I recollected the events that unfolded between us. The involuntary movements of my legs, the intimate touch that brought him a sense of ease-these memories unsettled me deeply.

However, what troubled me the most wasn't the particular incident itself but rather the inexplicable bond I felt from the moment our gazes met. It seemed impossible for me to resist his allure.

And as our proximity increased, I realized that he held a power over me, a power that both intrigued and terrified me.

It was as if our souls were entwined, bound together by some unseen force that defied rational explanation.

In a state of disbelief, I lifted my hands and gazed at them in astonishment. The question echoed in my mind: "How did I manage to achieve that? How did I bring him to a halt?"

As I struggled to find a plausible explanation for the inexplicable event, a distant sound of footsteps reached my ears, gradually growing louder with each passing second.

In sync with the footsteps, my heart pounded in a rhythmic cadence. Abruptly, the sound of the turning doorknob reached my ears, jolting me into action.

With a sense of urgency, I swiftly positioned myself on the bed, concealing my body beneath the comforting embrace of the duvet. I feigned sleep, hoping to create the illusion that I remained undisturbed.

The door swung open with an almost imperceptible creak, and the distinct sound of those footsteps drew nearer to the bed where I lay.

"Is she planning to sleep indefinitely? Wake her up," His voice, chilly and resonant, pierced my ears with its weight.

"Yes, Alpha Xavier," came the synchronized response of unfamiliar voices. Without delay, I sensed the touch of hands upon the duvet that concealed me.

My heart raced with wild abandon, and I dared not close my eyes as the duvet was pulled away.

Beside me stood three women, donning identical outfits that resembled uniforms. They were maids.

With a trepidation that gripped me, I turned my eyes to meet the frigid gaze of Alpha Xavier, his presence looming over me.

A myriad of words danced on the tip of my tongue, yet I found myself rendered speechless under the weight of his penetrating gaze.

"What is your name?" he inquired, his gaze unwavering and icy.

Reluctantly, I whispered, "Timbre." Each syllable was extracted unwillingly from me, as if his gaze held dominion over my very desires, exerting a powerful control that engulfed every fiber of my being.

"What are you? How did you do it?" He further inquired, and I wasn't sure how to answer him.

Instead, I scrambled hastily to the opposite side of the bed, positioning myself in close proximity to where he stood. With a resolute determination, I disembarked from the bed, taking measured steps that drew me nearer to him.

"Please, Alpha Xavier, let me leave. I am a lone wolf, completely unaware of the events that transpired last night. I... I am utterly perplexed by what happened too, I assure you," I pleaded, my voice tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.

In response to my plea, Alpha Xavier's countenance remained unsettlingly serene, devoid of any visible shift in expression. Without addressing me directly, he pivoted his gaze toward the motionless maids stationed beside the bed.

"Clean her, provide her with fresh attire, and ensure she is well-fed. However, under no circumstances shall she be permitted to leave this room. If she steps out of this room, I'll have your heads on my plate for dinner." He commanded with an air of authority, his words carrying a subtle but unmistakable threat.

"Yes, Alpha Xavier," they replied in unison, acknowledging his orders, and swiftly, two of the maids seized my arms, their grip surprisingly robust for their stature as women.

"No! Wait! Let go of me! I still need to speak with him!" I pleaded desperately, my voice echoing through the room, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

They disregarded my protests, paying no heed to my urgent cries. Desperate, I turned my head to catch Alpha Xavier's gaze, only to find him already in the process of leaving.

"Wait! Let me go! Why are you so cruel?! I have never done anything to harm you. You cannot keep me imprisoned here against my will!" I screamed, my voice filled with frustration and anguish.

The force of my outcry caused him to halt abruptly, freezing in his tracks.

My heart raced, a cacophony of beats reverberating within me, as I witnessed the impact of my words upon him. With an intense fury burning in his eyes, Alpha Xavier's countenance transformed into a visage of enraged crimson, propelling him towards me in an unbridled storm of wrath.

Startled by his sudden approach, the maids who had restrained me hastily released their grip, retreating with trepidation, their faces etched with fear.

My legs quivered uncontrollably, betraying my ability to support my own weight. In a forceful motion, he seized my right arm, propelling me backward until my back collided with the unyielding surface of the wall. The impact reverberated through my body, jolting me with a mixture of pain and shock.

"Never again shall you dare to raise your voice at me!" he growled, his jaws clenched with palpable anger.

His malicious gaze bore into my teary and frightened eyes, compelling me to nod involuntarily, acknowledging his dominance.

"Until I unravel the truth of your existence, you belong to me!" he declared, his words striking my heart with a cruel finality, like an indelible seal upon my fate.

"Understood?!" he snapped, the force of his words accompanied by a jarring smack that made me jolt and instinctively close my eyes.

"Yes, Alpha Xavier," I responded, my voice tinged with a mixture of trepidation and compliance. I held onto the hope that he would release his grip on my arms soon, as the pain it caused me was becoming increasingly unbearable.

Gulping audibly, he released his grip on my hand, wiping his mouth with his palm before turning to depart. My eyes remained fixated on his retreating figure in disbelief, unable to tear my gaze away until he was completely out of the room.

One of the maids approached me, her demeanor unaffected as she proceeded to remove the clothes I wore, maintaining a silent composure as if oblivious to the pain inflicted upon me by her Alpha.

"You have no other option but to comply with the Alpha's commands, unless you wish to face dire consequences. He takes what he desires in any manner he pleases. Consider yourself fortunate that he has entrusted us with your care," she stated.

"Fortunate?" I whispered incredulously, the word hanging heavily in the air. There was nothing remotely fortunate about the situation that had unfolded before me.

All I longed for was to return to the streets from which I had emerged, where freedom reigned and no one held the power to confine me.

Yet, the realization sank in that escaping this predicament seemed like an insurmountable challenge. I found myself trapped in a labyrinth of circumstances, a chaotic mess from which there appeared to be no easy escape.