MATED TO MY ALPHA MATE
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over Derek's mansion. The silence inside was deafening, broken only by Diva's restless footsteps. She paced the confines of her lavish prison, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
Her anger from earlier hadn't subsided. If anything, it simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over again. Her belongings lay scattered across the room—a testament to her frustration.
"Being mated to the dreadful Alpha was something I could've never imagined," she thought with a heavy sigh.
Her hands trembled as she ran them through her hair, a mix of fury and despair gripping her. The weight of her situation pressed down on her chest, suffocating her.
"Ugh! Ahh!" she screamed suddenly, grabbing a pillow and hurling it across the room. It hit the ornate vase on a nearby table, sending it crashing to the floor in a shower of shards.
"I'm so frustrated with everything right now," she muttered, her voice cracking. Her gaze fell on the mess she'd made, but instead of guilt, it fueled her frustration further. "I never liked this man! And yet, that stupid soothsayer declared I'm mated to this unmerciful brute who kills over the slightest mistake."
She kicked at the broken pieces, her fury spilling into the silence of the room. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she grabbed at anything within reach, tossing clothes and breaking fragile ornaments.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the door, startling her.
"Diva!" Mikael's voice was sharp, cutting through her storm of emotions. "You have to stop this nonsense and come back to your senses. Destiny doesn't change just because you want it to."
"Go away, Mikael!" she snapped, her voice breaking as fresh tears welled up in her eyes.
There was a pause, then his voice came again, laced with sarcasm. "I hear you, loud and clear. But when you're ready to stop acting like a child, don't forget to call me. I'll always be there, whether you like it or not."
The sound of his footsteps retreating echoed down the hall, leaving Diva in silence once more. She leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor as her legs gave way beneath her.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands. "Why him?" she whispered brokenly. "Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Derek?"
Her mind raced with memories—snapshots of Derek's cold demeanor, his piercing gaze, and the iron grip of authority that commanded fear and respect in equal measure. She had heard the stories of his cruelty, seen the aftermath of his wrath. And now, she was bound to him by an unbreakable bond.
The thought made her stomach churn.
A knock came at the door again, softer this time.
"Diva," Mikael's voice was gentler now. "I know this isn't easy for you. But running from it won't change the truth. You need to face him. Talk to him. Maybe he's not as bad as you think."
Her laugh was bitter as she wiped at her tear-streaked face. "Not as bad as I think? You don't know him, Mikael. You don't know what he's capable of."
"And neither do you," Mikael replied. "Maybe it's time you found out."
The silence that followed was deafening, stretching between them like a chasm. Diva closed her eyes, her head dropping to her knees. She wanted to scream, to protest, to demand a different fate. But deep down, she knew Mikael was right.
"Why does it feel like my life has been sold off to the devil himself?" she murmured to herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a chilling gust of wind that swept through the room. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes darted to the window. The curtains billowed wildly in the night air, though she was sure she had closed it earlier.
A shiver ran down her spine, and she felt the faintest prickle at the back of her neck—the unsettling sensation of being watched.
"Destiny, huh?" she whispered bitterly, her gaze falling on the shattered mirror across the room. Her reflection stared back at her, fragmented and distorted. "If this is my destiny, then fate has made a terrible mistake."
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Downstairs, Derek sat in his study, his fingers steepled as he stared at the crackling fire. His mind was filled with thoughts of Diva. Her resistance, her defiance—it was unlike anything he'd ever encountered before.
"She's different," he muttered to himself, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. One of his warriors entered, his expression grim.
"Alpha," the man said with a bow. "We've received word. The rogues are regrouping."
Derek's jaw tightened. "Let them come," he said coldly. "I'll deal with them personally."
The warrior hesitated. "There's more, Alpha. It seems… they're targeting the Luna."
The room fell deathly silent, the weight of the words settling over them.
"Diva?" Derek's voice was a low growl, his fists clenching at his sides.
"Yes, Alpha. They believe she's your weakness."
A dark chuckle escaped Derek's lips, one that sent a chill down the warrior's spine. "They're fools if they think I have a weakness."
But even as he said the words, the image of Diva's tear-streaked face flashed in his mind.
"Double the guards at the mansion," he ordered. "And prepare the pack for war."
The warrior bowed and left without another word, leaving Derek alone once more.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze flickering to the window. The bond between him and Diva pulsed faintly, a constant reminder of her presence. She hated him, despised everything about him. But no matter how much she resisted, she was his.
And no one, rogue or otherwise, would take her away from him.
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Back in her room, Diva paced again, her mind racing. The open window still unsettled her, but she pushed the thought aside.
"I won't stay here," she muttered to herself, her resolve hardening. "I don't care what it takes—I'll find a way out."
But as she approached the window, a shadow moved in the corner of her vision. She froze, her breath hitching in her throat. Slowly, she turned, her eyes scanning the room.
Nothing.
Her heart pounded as she backed toward the bed, her senses on high alert. She wasn't alone.
"Who's there?" she demanded, her voice trembling.
The silence was deafening, but she could feel it—the presence of someone, or something, watching her.
And then, just as quickly as it had come, the sensation vanished, leaving her in the oppressive stillness of the room.
"Get a grip, Diva," she muttered, her voice shaky. But deep down, she knew something was coming.
Something that would change everything.
To be continued.....