Fated to the Cursed Alphas

Mackenzie's Point of View

I only managed to get an hour or two of sleep altogether because, let's be honest, who could ever sleep peacefully knowing that there was no way to get out of this situation? It would appear that the Ackermans have taken ownership of me at this point.

My stomach turned as soon as the term "possession" was spoken, and even thinking about it made me feel filthy and queasy. I recoiled in dread at the sheer mention of the word.

When I looked at my wrists, I realized that the welts that had been present before had completely disappeared. After she said that, images of Declan sliding his tongue over one of the welts came into my thoughts almost shortly after that.

I was suddenly overcome by a wave of heat that began to paralyze me.

I massaged my eyes vigorously with my hands in an effort to get rid of the vision since I wanted to do so badly. On the other hand, the more that I did that, the more my stomach twisted and turned.

The snapshot imprinted itself indelibly into my memory. I smiled and shook my head.

"No. Mackenzie, don't even consider doing it. Stop," I told myself.

I checked my arms, my legs, and every other part of my body, and I saw that I had entirely recovered. To be more precise, I had the feeling that I had completely healed.

Because of this, I quickly stood up and opened each closet, praying that they had at least given me some clothing to wear because the idea that I would have to go about my day wearing nothing but my underwear scared me. As a result of this, I was able to get dressed fast.

What the devil is this! Were they under the notion that I would frequently visit their estate while dressed in a provocative manner?

After discovering that every single shelf and drawer was devoid of any contents, I voiced my anger to Kingston, who mirrored my feelings over the predicament. Kingston was visibly perturbed.

"I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you, but you're their s...," the speaker said."

Put a stop to that, Kingston. I get what you're getting at..." I cut her off and let out a sigh. I was aware of what she was going to say regardless, as I was previously familiar with it.

I decided to take a seat on the bed and consider the possibility of making a dress out of the sheets that were there.

"I really didn't have any other option than to give in to their demands, did I not?"

"I think that's the most likely scenario, Mackenzie..." Kingston's response was delivered in a mournful tone.

Because of the sudden opening of the door, which caused me to jump and draw away from the bed, my hands were just about to grab for the covers when the door unexpectedly opened. My first guess was that it was Declan, but then I noticed another man standing there. I'm not sure who he was. I have to find out who was behind this.

My body went into its fight-or-flight mode the moment he walked in, and so I sneered as a warning on instinct, despite the fact that I knew it wouldn't make him or anyone else in this mansion stop doing whatever it was that they were planning to do. My body went into its fight-or-flight mode the moment he walked in. My "fight or flight" response kicked in very immediately after he entered into the room.

He spoke to me in a pleasant tone when he introduced himself. I greeted Mackenzie Chadwick with "Good morning, Mackenzie," as if we had been acquainted for some time. Nevertheless, the fact that he used my entire name was a clear indication that he was also setting some boundaries for our relationship.

"May I ask what your name is?" I asked him as I slowly pulled the sheets from the bed to cover myself as I was still only partially clothed, and he just stood there with a steady smile on his face, watching my every move. I asked him as I was slowly pulling the sheets from the bed to cover myself as I was still only partially clothed. I had only a few of my clothes at this point.

Because it is in their nature to be unclothed, the werewolves that belong to our pack do not mind the fact that they are naked. There have been numerous occasions in the past in which I have gone nudist in front of a large number of other werewolves.

When we return to our human bodies after having been in our wolf forms, we shall be exposed to the world in our natural state. It's not as if the garments we wear can resize and reshape themselves to accommodate the various sizes and features of our bodies as we change our position.

I had no idea why, but I didn't want any of them to stare at me in that manner, as if I were some kind of happy meal or something like that.

Once I had completed the process of wrapping the sheets over my body, he glanced at me, smiled, and then expanded his smile even further.

"Finley. To express it more succinctly, I am such and such."

When I thought about the role he had in this group, the creases in my brow deepened and were more noticeable. As was the case with Declan, he gave off an air of dominance that didn't scream alpha but could easily be confused about that of an alpha.

As we stared intensely into the eyes of the person sitting on the other side of the room from us, the two of us continued to convey our feelings through the expressions on our faces.

As he continued to offer the information, he introduced himself as "the youngest brother of Declan and Nathaniel," and I couldn't help but wonder if he could read my mind as he did so.

That explained why he looked even somewhat like Declan, even if only slightly. They were almost identical in height and build, with golden brown eyes and auburn hair, and they both had the same hair color. He gave off the impression of being powerful and compact. Although he is not extremely stocky, he has an unquestionably strong and well-built physique.

The only thing that set him apart was the buzz cut fade he sported, and the mischief and mayhem that was clearly seen in his eyes.

However, this demeanor was more of a façade than anything else. Although he gave off the idea of being cool, he was actually everything but. If you were to speak to him in the wrong manner, it seemed as though he would make light of the situation at first, but then proceed to rip out your internal organs.

They were both well conscious of the fact that they were incredibly gorgeous people, which contributed to their confidence in their appearance. Perseus did not have any knowledge of Finley because Zeus did not have any information on Declan.

After what seemed like an eternity, he eventually remarked, "I brought clothes," as he flung the gym bag in front of me. After that, what felt like an eternity, he continued to wait.

As I reached for the bag, I murmured something about "Th-Thank you."

If you were to ask me, I would answer that you don't really require them because you already have what you need.

I was in the midst of standing up when all of a sudden I stopped and cocked my head to the side. I looked at him with suspicious eyes because his words could mean a multitude of things, none of which could mean well to me. I looked at him with wary eyes because his words could mean well to me.

Both he and I were aware of the role I played inside this house; as a result, the implications of his statements caused me to experience increased levels of fear.

"Oh, Shit. You completely misunderstood that. No, what I intended to say was that you have a blazing good looks." He laughed, and I wasn't sure whether he was making a joke at my expense or whether he was merely testing how I would respond to the circumstance.

I didn't know what to say and I couldn't move, so I clenched the bag even further to my chest and tried to talk through my mouth. Kingston was under the assumption that she could establish a connection with either Declan or him, despite the fact that both of them gave her the creeps to varying degrees.

that she was overcome with a want to be in their presence. Because even as I could feel my heart beating faster, Kingston was irritating me with his scent in the same way that she had done with Declan.

"Would you kindly refrain from doing that?"

I dealt with Kingston in a very authoritative manner.

I was aware that we had reached the stage in our development where we would begin maturing into female werewolves; however, the fact that she was picking up on the scents of everyone around her as if she were on a mission to find a mate was a little unsettling to me. I was aware that we had reached the stage in our development where we would begin maturing into female werewolves.

I was at a loss to fathom why she was literally acting like a piece of work given that we were prisoners and were going to be slaves. I was at a loss to comprehend why she was acting like a real piece of work.

"Chop, chop. You have your work cut out for you, there is a lot of it "he said this while grinning and sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, staring at me as though I were something that piqued his interest.

I murmured, "I-I need to take a bath before I change," hoping that he would take that as a signal to leave me hell alone and not bother me any further. I was hoping that he would interpret that as a signal to leave me the hell alone and not worry me any further.

"Sure. That area houses public restrooms." He provided a kind grin and gestured in the direction of the entrance to the restroom in question, but other than that, he stayed seated throughout the interaction.

Is he attempting to make me laugh right this second?

He laughed and flung his head back as he saw me hesitating to take the first step toward the restroom, and for a brief minute, I wanted to strangle him.

"Do not be alarmed; I will not follow you into the bathroom to watch your shower. Not quite yet. I'll just stay here for the time being and wait for you to come back." He smiled as he began to make himself comfortable on my bed and then continued to do so.

Not quite yet.

These remarks seemed to hold some sort of promise, and as a consequence, I found myself feeling indignant. But more than that, I had the distinct impression that I was encased, and it was just a question of time before I met my sad end.

I walked in a huff to the lavatory, shut the door behind me, and locked it, only to hear him howl with laughter as I was already inside the room.

Nevertheless, contrary to what he most likely thinks, I was not an idiot at the time that I did that. Both he and I were aware that, should he choose to do so, he could easily break the darn door, even with relatively little effort.

I did that for the sole purpose that I would do it if I could have some degree of privacy, even if it came in the form of a flimsy door. That was the only reason I did it.

I admonished her, "Kingston, please stop being such a piece of work," as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Please stop being such a piece of work." "We have to get out of this place and assist me right away."