Kidnapped by True Love Alpha

"Who are you?" Alexander looked at Esther who simply smiled at her recent well-done work.

In just a few minutes, he had fully absorbed the memories she wanted him to.

The door opened revealing Alpha Killian whose face held a look of sadness and grief. Esther released the barrier she had placed around the room and Alpha Killian moved towards them and bent over in front of Alexander whose eyes held nothing but rage.

Alpha Killian placed a hand on Alexander's shoulder and said, "I saved you."

Alexander looked at Alpha Killian.

After being knocked off the cliff by a face that looked similar to his brother's, he completely blacked out.

Alexander looked at the odd-looking woman and Alpha Killian chuckled, "She's a healer, I brought her here to take a look at you."

Alexander simply stared straight at the woman.

"Actually," Killian brought Alexander's attention back to himself, "I.. Was mistreated by people of that tribe."

He showed Alexander the scar on his back, the one he got when he competed for the title of Alpha. He hoped the horrible scar would stir feelings inside of Alexander and it worked.

Alexander gritted his teeth and said, "I'll kill them."

Alpha Killian looked at Esther and bit back a smile as stood up from the ground, she was really a capable witch.

"You don't have to kill them, they're not worth it. Also, you can't do it alone." Alpha Killian pretended to be worried.

"You don't have to worry about that. Just send me to the town."

Alpha Killian sighed and turned his back on Alexander before revealing a devilish smirk.

"Fine, I'll ask someone to send you there."

***

In a fit of rage, Alexander killed his whole family and exterminated his tribe.

He cut out their throats, punctured their ribs, and expunged their eyes from their sockets. Not one person survived.

Reporting back to Night bliss, he let them know they’d won, and could now be the most powerful tribe in the werewolves realm. They all jubilated, and rented the air with their screams, but Alexander was unhappy and didn't know why.

He laid on the bed in his well furnished room and listened to the loud cheer coming from outside his room window. Night Bliss was celebrating—no, scratch that—they were holding a feast in honor of his name. They’d invited him as a man of honor, but he refused to eat and dance with them because he was tired.

Alexander blew out the candle in his room with a single whoosh of air, and resumed his position, allowing the cool night breeze sway his thoughts. When he’d killed those people, he hadn’t felt any guilt or remorse. But it was after, looking at the dead bodies surrounding him like feets, the guilt smacked him in the face, knocking the air out of his lungs. His legs gave way first, and he fell on the floor, tears flowing out of his eyes. Right there, he’d sobbed, seeing the face of the dead floating in his vision even with his eyelids shut. Alexander could tell himself he hadn’t meant to do it, it was that primal urge inside of him, controlling him, and making him do bad things, but deep down, he knew the truth, but wasn’t ready to face it yet. He was selfish, he’d agreed to it, had taken up the sword on his belt, and brought it down with the full weight of his arm.

He was a monster. He wasn’t meant to live, still he relished the feeling of being alive once more. What was it the Night Bliss had done to him? Alexander turned to his side, and then he turned back again. He couldn’t sleep. They were having a feast, and the noisy chatter hit deep into his subconscious like he was there with them. He might as well be. Alexander used his werewolf power to try and make out what the people were saying. At first, the clank of fork and knives on a plate was all he could hear, until the voices became clearer, more distinctive.

“He did a good job. Alexander the Great," Or so they called him.

"I had to see for myself, they were all dead,” this statement was punctuated with intermittent laughter, and he noted the murmurs of agreement.

“Yes. I agree with the alpha. He’s good. But, he wouldn’t have killed his tribe without some little manipulation of our own.” Laughter. Then, more laughter. But Xander froze, and underneath the silky bed covers, his skin burned cold. Wait. What? What did they mean by manipulating?

“Yep. That witch knows how to do her job. Cheers to us, for winning.” Meat munching. Glasses clinking. Laughter. More laughter. Drinks sloshing around the rim of cups. Tiny gulps.

Witch? He’d had enough! Alexander got up from bed, and marched out of the room, debating whether he should confront them, or leave them alone to celebrate. He chose the latter. And headed for the balcony where the noise was more subdued, a certain calmness was in the air. He was there for a short while, before company came. Alexander felt his presence, before he spoke. “How’s…”

“Stop. Just stop.” He raised a finger, trying to quell the anger roiling in his gut. This man who called himself the alpha was a coward, a coward with only rings and expensive clothing to his name. Surely, his tribe could see that he wasn’t a good leader if all he did was manipulate people to do his bidding. Early tomorrow, he’d be out before anyone would notice.

“I know. I know everything. So, just spare me the congratulatory speech.”

The alpha frowned, and shut his mouth instantly. “How much of it do you know?”

“I know enough. I’m going to find that witch, whoever it is, and kill her. I’ll kill you too, while I’m at it,” Alexander spat in anger, and he could feel the rage building up.

“Well…” The alpha drowned the last of the wine from his glass. He didn’t seem a bit unfazed. Or maybe he was trying not to show it. “Let’s just keep this between us.”

“I can’t believe this. I just can’t.” Alex took his hands off the balcony rail, and headed back to his room through a side door. He slammed the door behind him, and resting his back on the door, he sobbed.

It was happening again. Alex hadn't told anyone yet, but these past few days have been filled with the most unimaginable headaches.

And with the headache came these flashes. Sometimes, it could be a memory he had never seen in his life. Something that he knew was his memory, only he had no idea of how or when it occurred.

Other times, it would be waves of amnesia, with Alex waking up in a place he didn't remember walking to.

Alexander rubbed his head, trying to ignore the headache that felt like it was splitting his skull into two. "Alex." He looked up to see his mate, Joyce. "I am okay, J. I was just a bit disoriented."

Her brows lifted so high that Alex thought they merged with her hairline. "That is not what I was going to ask." He tilted his head, furrowing his brows."What were you going to ask then?" "I was going to ask if you had seen the Alpha."

Alex rolled his eyes, scoffing. "And why would I be the right person to know that?" Joy's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I do not know...Maybe because the two of you are always together planning to conquer a new plot or…"

He shifted on the bed, signaling her to sit next to him. "I am just doing my job." Joyce bit her lip, looking away. "Babe." Alex opened his arms, and she came closer so he could wrap his hands around her.

"Why do you need Killian?" Joyce kept silent, playing with the threads of his shirt instead. "Joyce." "I wanted to ask him to stop sending you on jobs. I know you are strong and all, but I am getting worried. What if someone stronger than you is out there?"

Another flash made its way across his brain, and with it came a voice. "I love you too, Alexander." Alexander groaned. Who was that? He moved, pushing Joyce off him in a smooth move and placing her on the bed next to him instead.

Joyce was giving him a look of concern and Alex waved her off. "I am fine...It's just a headache." "Are you sure? you should go see the doctor. Maybe he can help out." "I don't need him. I just need sleep."

He let out a deep breath, giving her a smile he hoped was reassuring. "I am going to be okay, Joyce. Just let me sleep."