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Fated Alpha
Claire Asher
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
I should have known that people like me don’t get to just walk
away from their clan. I clenched my teeth as I examined my
handcuffs. Silver? I groaned. Great. I can’t even shift to break out.
I had spent the last five years building this life for myself, trying to
forget where I came from. I got a fake birth certificate and social
security card. I was even working on my credit score before the
business started drying up. I was stupid to think that I would ever
be safe, that my father would eventually stop looking for me
The car had been fabricated with a caged back seat. Nothing but
the best for transporting my father’s prized possession. They
couldn’t risk losing me again if he was still planning on trading me to
the D’Marcos.
My kidnapper slowed down and opened the glove box. He pulled
out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his nose and mouth,
inspecting his freshly-healed fractures.
“My name is Connor, by the way.”
A dull thud came from somewhere under the car.
“Well, I wish I could say it’s nice meeting you.” I pulled at my
handcuffs to see if I could slide my hand through, lowering my voice
to a mumble. “Your accent is totally not hot now that I know you’re
a–”
The thudding sound came again, and I looked around.
“Look, I’m not interested in coming back to the clan.” I pushed my
long sweat-soaked auburn hair out of my face. “My father can fuck
right off,” I growled. “I’d rather die than bow down to a tyrant like
Damiano D’Marco or his pampered brat of a son. And I most
certainly won’t be getting married.”
He fiddled with his phone for a few seconds. “I don’t work for your
father.”
“I doubt —” Another thumping sound interrupted my thought.
Frowning, I turned my head slowly to see if something was rolling
back and forth down on the floor. Something I could use for a
weapon?
“That would be your mouthy roommate,” Connor said over his
shoulder. “Feisty little thing.”
“Mia?” My eyes grew wide. “You son of a bitch. If you lay one
hand on her –”
I met Mia back when I’d been living on the street for about six
months after I showed up in Portland. Back then, she was
volunteering at the soup kitchen, but once upon a time, she was in a
situation that wasn’t so different from mine. She got me a job and
let me crash at her place. Eventually, I was able to tell her my
secret, and shockingly, she accepted me.
“She seems to know a lot,” he said. “About you, about our kind.
It’s unwise to trust humans.”
“She’s a hell of a lot more trustworthy than you.” I kicked the back
of his seat. “Beady-eyed asshole…”
“No more tall, dark, and handsome?”
“Nope, just some Russian dickhead.” I shrank down in my seat.
“I’m from Romania.”
My elbows stung. Even though I knew I’d be healed in a day or
two, it didn’t make the drive any more pleasant. Closing my eyes, I
formed a psychic link with Mia.
Are you okay?
I’m alright, she answered. A little bruised, but no real damage.
Hang tight. I’ll get us out of this.
Man, you were right about Wolves being alpha-douchebags.
Yeah. I looked at Connor. I know.
Connor and I argued for a good ten minutes, but the conversation
devolved from me making demands and him refusing to me
resorting to threats of violence, and eventually, him ignoring me.
The seat was hard metal and slippery with no padding. Besides
making it uncomfortable, there was no way for me to pull the seats
out and try to escape. The horrible reality of what was happening
set in. Now that they knew where I was, even if Mia and I escaped,
there would be no going back to our little apartment. Not for me.
What I would’ve given to have my greatest worry be that damn
phone bill. The time for working in the boutique with Mia was over.
No more watching corny old movies together and eating leftover
pizza. I’d never wake up to my best friend singing happy birthday
over a vegan cupcake with a single candle in it again. I never took
that life for granted, but that didn’t make losing it or Mia any easier.
The smell of the ocean conjured up memories from my early
childhood, playing on the beach with my cousins when we used to
have our yearly coastal vacations. When the familiar landmarks of
Port Orford started popping up, I realized it was more than
nostalgia. He was taking me back to the enormous manor house my
family used to rent every summer.
“You lying sack of —” I leaned forward in my seat.
“You curse a lot for a duchess.” He cut me off, arching a quizzical
brow.
I gave an exasperated sigh. “I’m not a duchess.” Once you walk
away from that life, there’s slim to no chance of going back.
“You keep insisting that you don’t work for my father.” I said. “But
in my vision, I saw you standing with him in his study. You shook his
hand.”
“I’ve met your father.” Connor looked at me in the rearview mirror.
“He’s more like a snake than a wolf. Unpleasant, even for a royal.”
“We’re not Royals. Not unless he managed to pimp out one of my
sisters to the D’Marcos.”
“Nobles. Royals. They’re all the same to me.”
“To someone who doesn’t care who signs the check, I guess we
are.” I started to cross my arms, but the cuffs wouldn’t let me. “Do
you even know the reason I left the clan?”
He said he didn’t.
“What clan are you from?”
“I wasn’t born into a clan,” he said darkly, but he didn’t elaborate.
I spent the better part of an hour explaining my father's deal with
the D’Marco clan, our most hated rivals since the 1400s. Damiano,
the Alpha, was a self-proclaimed King of Wolves. My father arranged
for me to marry Damiano’s oldest son in exchange for expanding our
clan’s territory and getting a status boost.
“So you’d never even met this… uh.” He gestured like he couldn’t
think of the right word.
“Bastard,” I finished for him.
Connor smiled at that. “Is that his formal title?”
“I guess you’d call him a prince if you acknowledged the authority
of the D’Marcos.” I slunk back into my seat. “But no. I’ve never met
him.”
“Forced to marry a bastard prince. That’s quite a story.” He raised
his eyebrows and shook his head.
A moment of silence between us found me resisting the urge to
return the soft smile on his lips. I knew what he was doing. If you
want something from someone, you build rapport with them so they
feel some twisted sense of comradery. I’d seen my father do it a
thousand times.
“You’re taking me to the Bergamot Manor House,” I said under my
breath as we turned down a long private road. “I’m not blind.”
“Your family no longer owns it, if that’s what you’re worried
about.” He glanced over his shoulder. “I promise, I’m not taking you
to your father.”
“Then who?” I leaned forward, my eyes pleading.
He shook his head. “Since the moment we met…” Connor
drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “You have accused me,
insulted me, threatened me, and cursed at me. But this is the first
time you asked who I work for.”
My jaw dropped slightly, and my eyebrows pinched together as I
thought back. He was right. I was pretty pissed off after being
stalked, chased, and dragged back to his car. Could he really blame
me for not being in a listening kind of mood?
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Can you tell me now?”
“I believe his formal title is Bastard Prince?”
You’d better be fucking kidding me. I felt the color drain from my
face.
This was worse than I thought. My father was a narcissist, but at
least I knew how to deal with him. The D’Marco’s were notoriously
brutal when it came to punishing those who rose against them. With
Mia tied up in the trunk, I didn’t want to think about what medieval
shit he might do to take his pound of flesh.
“You don’t have to do this.” I leaned forward, lowering my voice.
“Remember what the cards said? You have a choice. And even
though you got tangled up in this, I’d go out on a limb and say
you’re not a bad person.”
“Your intuition is wrong.”
“No.” I pulled at my handcuffs hard. “ Please. Let Mia go. I’ll
cooperate!”
“Yes,” he said coldly. “You will.”
***
The cold night air brought my mind back to sharp clarity after the
long, uncomfortable car ride. I followed Connor into the entryway,
feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter. But what choice did I
have? He had Mia. And I would stop at nothing to keep her safe.
Mia’s arms were bound behind her back from her elbows to her
wrists. Her protests, muffled under the tape covering her mouth,
echoed as we walked up a flight of stone steps and entered the
massive, oak door.
Finely-carved white wooden walls, inlaid with delicate floral
patterns along the top, stood tall all around us as we walked along
the narrow hallway. In my childhood, these walls had been my
escape.
Now it’s just another thing the D’Marcos have ruined.
The sound of our feet rang out on the polished marble floor,
bringing back memories of my cousin Ros and me running through
the corridor. We passed closed doorways on the left and right,
heading toward what used to be my father’s office. The sight
would’ve brought a chill to my skin had it not been for my racing
pulse.
The narrow hallway opened onto a converted study, lined with
mahogany shelves and lit by a large fireplace roaring on the inner
wall.
“Prince Gabriel D’Marco.” Connor flopped Mia onto the leather sofa
and gestured to me. “May I introduce Ivy Morgan.”
I held my head high despite the fact that I was shaking.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” a deep, disembodied voice
announced. The prince’s dark silhouette stepped out from beside the
mantle, the moonlight glinting off his reflective eyes.
His gaze fell on me and I could only stare, taken aback by how
strikingly handsome he was. Gabriel was tall, well over six feet, with
broad shoulders, his dark, wavy hair combed neatly, parted to one
side. His square jaw and strong chin framed full lips adorned with a
pronounced cupid’s bow, and his bright blue eyes seemed almost
gentle, but I knew better.
Connor removed the tape from Mia’s mouth.
“OW!” Mia tossed her head to one side. Her long blonde hair was
a mess after the car ride. “You won’t get away with this.” She sent
Gabriel a look that could melt the skin from bone if she had been
more than a kitchen witch. “Are these two bozos thinking they can
force us to marry them because–?”
“As soon as it comes off, she starts up again.” Connor gestured to
her. “Now do you see why I had to use tape?”
“The circumstances are regrettable.” Gabriel took a sip from a
tumbler, his gaze returning to the hearth.
“Regrettable?” Mia and I both spoke at the same time. Down, girl,
I told her through our link.
“It wasn’t up to either of us.” Gabriel looked at me. He turned to
Mia with a look of curiosity on his face, before his eyes shifted back
to me. “Do you want to tell her, or should I?”
“Ivy?” Mia finally seemed uncertain of the situation she was in.
“Long ago, the Fates promised a she-wolf with incredible power
would be the conduit for magic returning to our kind.” I raised my
hands in a plea, and when Mia was silent, her eyes focused on me, I
continued. “Not every wolf has powers like mine. And when my
parents discovered my abilities, my fate was sealed.”
Even after running away and all those years of hiding, of trying to
rewrite what was written, there I was, standing before the man I
was fated to marry. I guess Father was right. I may be special, but I
can’t defy the will of the Fates.
“Judging from our previous interactions, or lack thereof –”
Gabriel's voice broke the trance of shock Mia had been in — “I
assumed you wouldn’t be interested in a face-to-face meeting.”
“That’s right.” I shot a sideways glance at Connor. “If you thought
that seeing you in person would change my mind about the
marriage, I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
“What gave you the impression that my intention was to change
your mind?” He leaned on the mantle.
I shifted my weight uncomfortably, contemplating what to say
next.
“The D’Marcos,” I said finally, “are notorious for not allowing their
pictures to be taken. No sketches or paintings of any of you. Some
say it’s an old family superstition, but others think you’re all
deformed from generations of…” I hesitated but forced the word out.
“...inbreeding.”
He chuckled, taking another sip from his glass.
“My gods.” He huffed, shaking his head. “I guess it makes sense
that you’d run away.”
My breath hitched as he set his glass down on the mantle and
came toward me. The prince put his palms up in a peaceful gesture
and took a key out of his pocket.
“I didn’t run away because I expected you to be unattractive.” My
cheeks reddened, but I forced myself to meet his piercing gaze as he
removed the handcuffs. “I didn’t want to marry you because I don’t
know you. My father doesn’t get to choose whom I love, no matter
the consequences I have to face.”
“I wasn’t any more enthusiastic about the marriage than you
were, Ivy.” Gabriel’s relaxed disposition was almost enough to put
me at ease, but I refused to lower my defenses. “Especially
considering I was informed of the arrangement when I was sixteen
and you were eleven. But I was willing to do my duty.”
“Duty,” I scoffed. “Did you ever stop to think that magic is dying
out for a reason? Maybe nature just decided that she didn’t want us
anymore.”
“If that was the case, there would be no prophecy.” His blue eyes
locked onto mine, and he let out a heavy sigh. “And you wouldn’t
exist.” He shook his head. “Neither of us asked for this. After the
chaos left behind in the wake of your disappearance, I was publicly
humiliated and disgraced.”
I could already see where this was going: His bruised ego
demanded restitution, and the only currency the D’Marcos accepted
in these instances was blood.
“Look…” My eyes darted around as I tried to formulate a plan. “I’m
sorry that happened to you when I ran away.”
Get ready. I reached out to Mia through our link. When I move,
you need to run toward me.
I sensed her anxiety but urged her to stay calm. I reached out to
my wolf, hoping she wouldn’t hold all the years locked up in the dark
against me. I was stronger than the average human, but there was
no way I could outrun them in my human form.
“But… I…” I eyed Connor as he pulled out his phone and I knew
that might be the closest thing to a distraction I would get. I
snapped to action. “I can’t!”
Picking up an end table, I flung it toward the large window facing
the front yard. Glass shattered and Mia leaped to her feet, tripping
on her floor-length hippy skirt and hitting the floorboards with a
thud. I scooped her up as I dashed past Connor, jumping out the
window and landing on the hedges a few feet below. Connor and
Gabriel leaned out to look down at us.
Taking a deep breath, I threw my head back and howled,
summoning my wolf. The magic in my blood stirred, reviving after
being dormant for years. Almost instantly, memories of running
through the forest with my mother flooded my consciousness. Even
in the pitch-black night, every overhanging branch and sharp rock
stood out prominently with my wolf’s enhanced vision.
Anticipating the change to come, I bolted for the treeline, muscles
freshly invigorated with new energy. Silver fur pushed its way
through my skin, causing a maddening itching sensation as I
changed into my hybrid form.
Mia gasped, her eyes widening as she looked back over my
shoulder. I took that to mean we were being followed.
Ducking under a low-hanging branch, I wove through the trees at
breakneck speed. I knew these woods like the back of my hand, and
I dared to hope that I could get away before my magic ran out.
I inhaled the sweet perfume of Mia’s shampoo. It didn’t matter
how far or fast we ran. There was nowhere we could go that Connor
wouldn’t be able to track us. Taking a sharp turn into an old deer
trail, I knew there was only one way we stood a chance of walking
out of this.
The moon illuminated a thick blanket of mist that clung to the
damp earth as I shoved through the dense underbrush. Mia closed
her eyes and pressed her head into my shoulder to avoid her face
getting torn to shreds by the tiny branches clawing at us as we
barreled ahead. As the fog swelled, I operated more from memory
than sight.
We could lose Connor if we jumped into the river. He’d lose our
scent at the water’s edge, and in the dark, he’d have no way of
knowing where we got out on the other side. I panted, looking back
the way we came, and breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that there
was no one behind us. I studied the shapes of the terrain under the
blanket of fallen leaves, but nothing looked familiar. Something was
wrong.
Rapid footsteps approached, and I darted in the opposite
direction.
We should have reached the river by now. I must have gotten
turned around in the fog.
My magic waned, and I felt my wolf fading fast.
My legs threatened to buckle under Mia’s weight as I re-assumed
my human shape. My clothes had been ripped, and a chill cut
through me as a gust of wind bit into my exposed skin. I’d
suppressed my magic for so long, wishing it would disappear, that it
finally atrophied. Mia and I tumbled forward before I could set her
down. She screamed as we slid down a steep, muddy embankment
and into the frigid water.
I willed my limbs to move, but intense fatigue weighed down my
entire body, and I sank like a stone.
Still bonded through our psychic link, I could feel Mia’s pain as her
lungs filled with muddy water, burning as she kicked and screamed
in a flurry of dark bubbles. I reached for her blindly but found
nothing. The edges of my vision dimmed, and my eyes rolled back.
It’s over.
From out of the darkness, a thick, muscular arm encircled my ribs.
I gasped in frostbitten air as we broke the surface of the water.
Connor dragged me onto the muddy bank and rolled me to one
side. I wretched, gagging as my lungs forced out water and bits of
moss.
“Mia.” I choked, trying to gather the strength to go back in after
her, but I couldn’t sit up. “Please, you can’t leave her.” I tried to rally,
but before I could get to my feet, Connor pinned me by my wrists
and dragged me back to the Manor.
Chapter 3
Ils lui jouèrent — nous lui jouâmes, devrais-je dire, — deux bons
tours.