When The Alpha Falls He Falls Hard

Chapter 1: Getting sold

"Daddy please don't let me go to him. I will work hard. I will do every thing else, I will work as your maid, but please not to the alpha", I plead with tears and snort running down my face.

My jeans ripped at the knees from kneeling and crawling around to plead with my step father.

"Don't you get it? You are just a burden and if you continue to be like this, I will leave you and your mother alone", he spits and drags his pants from my hold.

But If I remember vividly well, they were never his, they belonged to my father who died of a stroke two years ago.

About the same time I was put into this deep mud of misery.

"You bitch, didn't you hear him? Stop begging" mom kicks the maid who was subjected to pedicure and stands up in a jolt.

I watch her as she approaches me and even though all hope is lost, the sight of my mother calms me for a brief second.

Maybe she would talk to Jeffery to make a compromise.

But then, a hot slap lands on the side of my face and before I know what is going on, I hit the ground hard from the force of the slap.

I want to cry, but I find myself laughing in mockery.

I can not help but mock myself. What did I expect?

Sympathy?

From a woman who refused to breast feed me because she wanted to keep in shape or the woman who did not hesitate to bring in her boyfriend the day after my dad's death?

Rose was never the kindest, in fact, she was never kind and sometimes, I am convinced she wasn't born with a conscience towards anyone especially me.

Right now, Jeffery, her third boyfriend since dad died is all she can think about even in the house that my father built and for some reason, I understand that even Jeffery is going to be a thing of the past soon.

"Are you laughing? You bitch!" She says as she stomps on me with the heel of her right foot just in time for the door to burst open and people I can only recognize as the soldiers of the alpha king storm in.

And in that brief moment of recognition, I find a strength in me to pick my weak self up and run.

Anywhere away from them, anywhere away from the alpha king, because I know that if I go in with them, there will never be a chance for me to have my own life.

Never!

I race through to the kitchen and am about to break through the wooden door headfirst when I feel myself getting pulled back.

My heart quickens and I fight back with everything that I have.

Every part of my might both physical and mental that for some moment, I believe that my sheer determination will make me escape.

"You bastard, stay and let them take you. Or just die!" She screams and I realise who was holding me back.

My mother.

My heart breaks at the realization that even until the very end of it, she wouldn't stand up for me.

Because I was a mistake to her, she never considered me human.

That explains her lack of hesitation to sell me, her virgin daughter to the Alpha king who is in heat.

This happens every year, but I escaped because I was underaged.

Turning eighteen changed everything for me. They let me grief for two years and now, my life is about to skydive into a journey of misery I could never be saved from.

Some girls didn't even make it out alive, they said.

And that is about to be my fate too.

I soften as I am reached and dragged back to the living room by the soldiers.

My heart is shattered and I just want to die now that there is no more hope for me.

"You would never have amounted to anything anyways. Just bear the Alpha king a son and be grateful that you were even chosen", she says as if she isn't just glad about the thousand dollars wired into her account in exchange for me.

But that isn't all, because her words strike two cords in my heart.

I have always wanted to be someone who people could look up to with respect.

I have a dream, one she just talked down like ashes.

And that sharpens my resolve.

My dream?

I will achieve it and prove to her that I can amount to something great.

While she just like she has always wanted will stop being my mother.

"As from this moment onward, you are nobody to me", I tell her with spite laced in my words but something in me wishes that she would plead to take me back.

That she would realize how bad this is and save me.

Those are practically the last words my energy can form.

"You know I never wanted you anyways. So thank you. Everyone heard this bastard, I am no longer her mother", Rose says with a joy and laughter I have never seen her show before as I am taken out of the house that used to be my home with my father who loved me unconditionally.

My hope drains.

I feel weak as I am being dragged into the huge black car with expensively customized interiors which I immediately pass out in.

One minute, I am put into the vehicle that would lead me to the very end of my life, the next minute I find myself amongst another set of twenty three girls who are here for the same reason, but unlike me , they are all dressed prim and proper.

Was I drugged?

Each one of them trying to show off their personality which totally confuses me.

What are we here for?

A match-make ceremony or the end of our lives?

None of them is showing fear or disgust towards the situation they are about to be thrown into.

I am slumped on the edge of the chair beside some other expensive looking girls who make it a big deal to keep a distance from me.

Why though? I wonder mentally, and I get my answer when I look ahead at my reflection.

But I don't feel bitter because of how unkempt, out of place and dirty I look, instead I start to see the bright side of it.

"I wonder how she got here", someone says, drawing my attention from the odd reflection of me.

I turn to where the voice came from.

"I know right, she is so dirty, she has no chance, I have a better connection and that's why I got in here. I didn't really do it for the money", one of the well dressed ladies sitting and looking prim and proper says as she spares me a glance full of disgust and hatred at first sight.

There is a determination in her eyes that makes me look away.

"Me too, I tried last year and all those who didn't look half as good as me were eliminated in the first round. I made it up to the fifth round before I had to go home", her friend says, trying to sound more mature because of her experience.

"That means she has no chance!" The first lady who looks to be about three years older than me says.

"Exactly, plus she looks barely legal. She is simply no competition for us", they say before moving their attention to how much they want to be the alpha king's Luna even if it means they would just have to bear him children in a loveless marriage.

And that has told me everything I need to know.

I couldn't argue at all with their talk about me being barely legal, because aside from my small size, I literally began to shrink in size after my dad's death.

Malnourishment and eating only for survival brought me this far.

Everything to also sharpen my conviction that I might get a chance at having a normal life.

I will return after I am deselected in this round, then make a name for myself.

I slump into the chair then let exhaustion wash over me.

Until I am startled into waking up with a rapidly beating heart.

What is going on?

There is a shuffling going on around and I find myself trying to sit up as well.

The progress of everything is weird, but this will be the only phase I will be going through here anyways, so I sit up just like the others. I wouldn't want to stand out too soon.

Whispers from the other ladies float around, but who are they kidding?

We are werewolves, so the whispers reach my hear like normal speech would and I find myself smiling even harder because as a little girl, I have always wanted to marry for love like my father even though it was not reciprocated.

But at least, he was happy to be with the one that he loved even though Rose only loved him for his Irish money.

They keep talking about how I don't have a chance at this.

And why in the world would my heart not stop beating so fast?

I find myself turning my head around in search of something, or is it someone?

I can't really place my hand on it, but the desperacy in this search is about to make me go crazy because I can't stop it.

Someone opens the door and a lady who appears to be in her early sixties with the milky skin of a thirty year old comes in.

She is holding a walking stick and escorted by some palace soldier guards who I immediately recognize by the badges on their chests.

A deafening silence follows, but I still find myself shuffling my seat in search of what my heart wants.

She clears her throat as she approaches us and I have no doubt that she was trying to caution me because of the dirty look she sends my way.

I lower my head, because no matter what, I can not bring myself to disrespect an elder even though she already hates me at first sight and is doing nothing to hide it.

I raise my head to the sight of her smiling at one of the other girls, particularly the one who had flaunted her connection.

'Good for her', I find myself thinking with a smile before my partly settled heart starts to race hard against my ribcage again.

I clutch my chest in pain as I bend forward while she makes the announcement.

"The Alpha King Warren Lucas will be selecting his breeder from the first selection and the rest of you will be sent home the moment he does." She starts and concludes her information in one sentence and my heart did not fail to leap out of my chest at the mention of his name.

At this rate, I feel like it is my heart disease acting up, because this is a little to much for me to handle.

Just then, the door is pushed open again and I immediately swing my head to the side.

No one comes in, but I can feel a presence that despite how strong and domineering it is, it instantly puts my heart back in its place.

Then he shows his face.

The smirk that has been rumored to never leave his face is what appears first, then his full big well sculpted body walks in.

Is it him? No, that can't be!

My heart can't possibly be in search of the viscous alpha who I want to escape from as soon as I can.

And as if he feels my gaze on him, he turns his head and our gazes lock and somewhere in the depths of my heart that sought him, I feel myself leaning in towards him.

As much as I try to hold myself back and tell myself that he is the reason why my life is so miserable.

That he is the reason why I might never get a normal life if everything goes according to Rose's and Jeffery's plans, I find myself looking at him, into his eyes without the fear I am used to.

"She is the one, I pick her", he says in his rich baritone voice as he stops right in front of me, then everything goes blank.

CHAPTER 2 - I FOUND MY TOY.

Alpha Warren Lucas's POV

I have never hated anything more than this stupid selection I am forced to partake in.

For the past five years ever since my twenty fifth birthday and fifty second victory of the fifty two battles that I have gotten into, Nanny Deliana, my grandmother decided that it was the best and only compromise I could make since I didn't have a Luna yet.

"You could find a worthy Luna or maybe your mate during it", she had said after threathening me to die without seeing her great grand child.

Not like I blame her though, her only son and former alpha had died in an ambush with his wife, leaving me to succeed immediately I clocked eighteen.

But I was always ready. I was born and raised as an alpha, so nothing ever proved difficult for me except escaping the topic of getting a mate or at least someone who would bear me a son.

"The males in our lineage do not live long. Someone has to succeed you", she would always say and now, here I am being forced to let girls who think they own the world try to get into my bedroom.

Never.

Although being chaste doesn't appeal to me, sleeping around repulses me, so I just go with the lesser inconvenience.

"Today is the first day for the selection and a total of twenty four girls have been chosen based on the data of those who made it to the last stage of the last selection" Nanny says, but I can't be too bothered to give her my undivided attention.

She knows that much and that is why she is smoking her tobacco to keep herself distracted.

I sign the last paper to finalize the papers for the new mansion I bought for Nanny Deliana.

After rare jewelries, houses are her second obsession that sometimes I wonder why she didn't pursue a carrier in real estate.

This is a yearly effort at bribery, so she can get over the fact that I will not find a wife this time as well.

I have no plans or interest in it and if anything does happen to me as she fears, the beta will take over.

Keegan is more than capable of ruling this kingdom, and I trust him.

"Were you listening to me at all?", nanny asks me when she notices that I am done and with a sigh, I stand up and walk to her.

"Nanny, I promise to find a wife when I am ready. One that would be strong enough to rule the world", I swerve my seat to the right and get up.

"Don't pull my legs Alpha Warren and man up."

"Why? You don't think I am man enough because I haven't slept with a woman? Come on, you're being unfair."

"Then prove yourself if you do not want me searching around for potential young men come next year."

"Nanny!"

"What?" She puffs the smoke from her tobacco, "are you really gay?" she asks with a bewildered face as if she has had her suspicion.

"May the moon goddess forgive this sin that you have committed against the Alpha."

"Amen, but are you gay? Do you want your beta? I wouldn't be judgemental, but has any soldier caught your eye?" She asks me non stop, but her eyes clearly judge me.

"I'll pick a mate from this selection and have a male child come next month." I tell her as I take quickened steps towards the door.

I can't deal with that accusation.

"Alpha Warren, it doesn't take until ten months for a woman to bet a child, so I guess you mean December, the last month of the year."

"Whatever!"

"Where are you headed by the way?"

"To pick a mate from the selection, I feel a sudden urge to bed someone", I tell her but she chuckles from behind me as if I had just said the most ridiculous thing.

"It takes some screening though to prove them worthy", she says and it's my time to chuckle.

"And who amongst your so called worthy ever reached my bed?"

A sigh escapes from her lips as I open the door.

But as soon as I do, I escape to the roof of the palace, there is no way I am hurrying down there and I know nanny would have dad's soldiers after me in no time, but until then, I get something to feed my eyes.

For the first time ever, a weak girl who is unwilling to attend the selection.

I know this because she appears to have passed out from the gas in the vehicle and that is usually the first step to excluding them from moving up the selection.

But that's not all, her wounded body as she is carried ever so lightly over the shoulder of one of the female soldiers.

My curiosity is more than heightened, and I find myself racing down the stairs to find her.

I can not pinpoint the reason yet, but I do know it is more than curiosity, especially after I select her.

Nanny is shocked and I hear a surprised gasp from Keegan, my bestfriend since birth and beta.

But that isn't what keeps my attention focused, it is the way she stared at me from the moment I came in. For some reason, she seemed fearless, as if she was braced for damnation.

But why?

Was there a misconception somewhere?

She appeared to have been in pain earlier, but I couldn't pinpoint why, because I know that Nanny would never pick someone that is not well fit.

All in all, she intrigues me and I will find out what about her does.

A third gasp comes from the girls, but the weird movement of her falling catches my eye.

Bruised all over and unkempt, I expect her to stand up and apologize or try to redeem herself, but none of that happens, rather she starts to appear stiff.

And instead of ignoring her like I would ignore any other lady, I am running to her side to check for her pulse.

"Call me doctor Killian and fucking clear this place, she's having a fucking seizure!" There seems to be a pause in time before they start moving around.

But every second counts.

My heart is racing seriously in a dangerous way.

I get the feeling that I will not let this end here if anything happens to her yet I've only just met her.

Doctor Killian joins us shortly after I insisted that she be treated in my room as it was closest to the selection area.

Despite her extreme weakness or act, whatever the case may be, I find myself wanting to get to know her.

What more is there to this weak and confused bruised lady, she looks like she's barely eighteen too.

Plus I had chosen her, I might as well continue with the act.

But first...

"Is she okay? What the fuck happened? Did the gas in the car do something to her? What the fuck is going on here?" I demand, because I know for a fact that ever since I set my eyes on her, I have been doing stuff I normally wouldn't do.

But that's only natural, she intrigued me and she will be my toy until I at least get tired of her.

That's all.

That's all there is to this.

Nanny places her hand on my shoulder and I feel myself relax naturally.

Nanny haven been my mother, father and grandmother all the same has had that effect on me since I was very much younger.

Then doctor Killian speaks.

"Do you for some reason doubt my skills? You'll never find anyone who has a similar skill the Pack's doctor, just so you know." He says as he adjusts his stethoscope.

"Stop being smug and get on with it!"

"Come on, it's nothing serious", he says and I roll my eyes.

"A fucking seizure is nothing serious? Are you kidding?"

It took her hours to come around, yet he is saying this.

"No I'm not and you, dear alpha king, how do you feel?"

"Asides from the great urge to murder you if you keep this up, I am my usual self", I tell him. Nanny turns her face away from me, but I do not miss the glance she and Killian share.

Keegan comes in as well with a huge smile on the face, but one look from me has him showing a straight face.

Why does it feel like these people know something that I don't?

That pinches my pride, so I turn to the one who is most at my mercy, tell me what the fuck is going on.

"I told you, she is fine and if you really want something, the seizure was caused by a sudden shockwave of activities in her brain but she will be fine over some..."

"Please don't send me to the wicked alpha, I will be a maid, Rose, Jeffery, please." The little one's voice comes with a hint of pain and helplessness that I find myself by the side or her bed studying her face and itching to wipe her tears.

Then suddenly, she opens her eyes with a gasp and scoots as far away from me as she can but I stand in a squat and still tower over her in a way that all she can see is the expanse of my face.

She closes her eyes and blinks rapidly for some five seconds as if she is trying to blink the reality away, then she goes on to pinch her cheek only for her to wince in pain and mutter, "this isn't a dream".

"Yes little one" I say as I lower my face to hers, "this is reality".

I notice her breath hitch as she looks back up at me.

But unlike the reaction I had expected, she goes on to a pleading spree, one that nanny would condemn right away because she hates the sight of weakness.

"Shhhh baby girl, I'm not the one you should be pleading with", I tell her, but she shakes her head in an almost violent manner in disapproval.

Some much balls for a weak person.

I smirk at her reaction which has further intrigued me.

The tears roll down the side of her face as she continues to shake her head.

"The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you."

"No, no please just let me go", she pleads in a weak voice, one that suggest that she is still in some sort of pain somewhere.

Then the image of her bruised self earlier imprints itself in my mind.

"Be ready to be my little toy because you fascinate me so well", I tell her with a smirk which dissolves into a straight face, one that everyone recognizes so well as I throw her cover off, revealing her bare body in the light gown the maid helped her put on.

I hear her teeth shatter and although I think it is too dramatic for a cold, I understand that everything about her is dramatic, so I turn to Killian.

I do not want to see any of this injuries when I am back. I tell him and I hear her sniffle.

Like who cries in a shiver?

"Don't let them hear your see you cry. Weakness means death here", I whisper in her ear and hear her gulp.

"Good girl", a wet kiss lands on the top of her ear and I wink at her before getting out of the room.

Keegan follows behind me and so does Nanny, but unto her duties and I do not stop until I have reached my study.

As soon as I take my seat behind the table I sat at just an hour ago, I let out a huge sigh.

Everything seemed to have changed inside of me since I set my eyes on her.

But it all looks the same on the outside.

I let out another sigh as I cross my legs.

"Do you feel something inside of you?", Keegan asks and I look at my hands.

Can he see it?

"Can you see the difference that I am feeling?", I ask him as I look up to his standing figure but he rewards me with a smirk which I immediately

"It's not so obvious, but I know that you do feel different. Do you know what that feeling is?"

"Why?", I ask but he smirks again, and as much as I want to wipe that smirk off his face, I hold it back in my fist as I remind myself of the wars I survived thanks to him.

"You will have to figure it out yourself then", he says and turns his back towards me, "I have a family to return to, so let's get this over with, he says as he turns back, picking up the map of the park we will be raiding soon.

I roll my eyes and and shift all of my emotions to the side. This is a one week battle and I have to be back for the ceremony in a week.

My mind wanders back to the little one as we go through the planning.

"Alpha Warren, bring your thoughts back there, although this is a small war, you need maximum attention", he says.

Then it clicks,

"I didn't get her name."

"Heather Rhys Sage!" Godmother calls in a way that makes my heart shake in its rib cage from fear.

It's been two weeks.

Two weeks since my parents forced me to a new type of hell, one that makes me feel like I will be trapped till forever.

One because of the heavy security that sends me back everytime I reach the gate and two because of the mate bond.

Everyone seemed to have realized it on that day except for him or was he pretending not to because he was embarrassed of me?

And before we had had the chance to even talk, he was out.

Out after threatening to break me in a way. Now, I do not know if I ought to be happy or not that he is not back, but then...

"Rhys?" She calls me by the name dad used to call me when he was alive, except there is no love in her tone.

"Yes godmother?" I answer as I race my way down the stairs, stopping to maintain a steady pace the moment I sight her in her favorite couch in the mini living area.

"Don't you feel it? Can't you tell if he's alive or not? My grandson planned just seven days for this battle, yet it's been fourteen!" She says with a stern voice as she drops her teacup with its saucer back to the table.

"I can't feel it godmother, we didn't have the time to bond", I tell her.

"Oh you useless piece of trash! What makes you think that you are worthy enough to be the Luna of this kingdom. You had it all planned didn't you?" She raises her voice as she glares at me.

And as much as I feel like backing away and just crying in my bedroom, I hold myself together and stand my ground.

I remember the advise the alpha gave to me when I was on my sick bed.

"Don't let them see you cry, weakness means death here". But I can't die yet.

I can't let my weakness push me to my death, so I meet her gaze.

"I do enough cleaning to prove to you that I am not useless, godmother", I tell her, calling the name that she insists I call her instead of grandmother as everyone else calls her.

She claims it would be a stain on her.

"We have maids for that", she retorts.

"And that's what I am trying to prove to you. You can save all that extra money and donate to some orphanage or something", she sighs in what seems like resignation to me.

"He could have picked someone else who was more worthy", she mutters under her breath.

I try to hide my smirk at my little victory but just then, a soldier runs in, one I don't recognize because he hadn't been around for the past two weeks since I moved in.

"What is the hurry?", She asked with a frown, clearly displeased with the interruption, but her gaze sharpens when she recognizes the soldier.

"Keegan? You're back? Where is my grandson?", she demands with a strength I wouldn't have assigned to a woman as old as she is.

"He is at the palace gate, but I was sent ahead to check up on her", he says and glances at my side.

My heart skips two beat at the meaning of what just happened.

Maybe he knows, maybe he felt it that we are mates.

And maybe, just maybe I would not be going through hell here.

Who would have thought I would be mated to the most feared Alpha?

Who would have thought that all the evils I heard about him were just rumours and that he was really loved and coveted by women?

Most of the ladies who came for the selection have tried to extend their stay for as long as they could, just to see if they would get another chance, but they have of course reduced in numbers leaving someone I barely meet and the lady who has the most connections and is favoured by the alpha's grandmother.

"What makes you think you deserve any of that?" A voice filled with hate sounds from behind me.

I return from my little daydream to meet the furrowed eyebrows of my mate's grandmother.

She looks like something is brewing, something that would not be good for me.

Something I would apprently not like.

This time, I take a step back without even knowing it.

The air in the room seems to have gotten darker.

I watch as she calls a maid forward and whispers something in her ears.

The maid who has proven with both her actions and sometimes her words that she hates me glares at me and smirks before turning away.

"You said my grandson is at the palace gate, right?" Godmother asks and the returning soldier who bore the news nods.

"Good, take me to him", she says.

I take a step after them because I also want to see him.

I feel like I've earned the rights with our mate bond and also the fact that Alpha Warren recognizes it and is willing to accept it.

But the sole someone who could deter everything pauses in her steps and turns back to look at me.

Glare might be the right word though.

"You witch!", she spits, "you better not breath a thing about what happened to my grandson and wait in here till I'm back." I furrow my eyebrows in questioning hoping she'd say more, and she does.

" or would you deny me the chance to see my grandson as his only parent first?", One way to put me in a tight spot, but I guess I will leave her to have her shine.

After all, she is his only parent.

"Oh don't worry I am not as petty, your secret is safe with me", the soldier turns to me with his eyes wide open in surprise and my brazenness increases so that I wink at him.

He looks away with a blush and godmother continues.

"Not like he would believe you," she looks me dead in the eye before continuing, "I will make sure of it", she says and turns away.

I find myself thinking of the worse things that could happen.

What does she have planned?

Definitely something evil. Something I wouldn't be able to figure out until she acts on it.

And just as she exits the large door, a pitiful looking figure walks down the stairs and for a long while, I do not recognise her.

But the smirk and look of contempt she sends my way send my memory working in overdrive.

"Mara? Why do you have bruises all over? And why are you dressed like that?" I ask referring to the rags she has on.