Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
I sprang to my feet, my claws snapping out of my fingers, my canines dropping from my gums as I snarled.
Then I charged, my wolf feral as I attacked one of the oldest vampires in our history, my magic erupting in a storm, mixing with my shadows. It was all I had, and I was determined to make it enough
8. The Offer
LORELAI
I should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. My body flew into the throne, Silas having escaped it before I could get to him. My magic hit nothing but air as he chuckled darkly from where his form stood by the window.
It was dark outside the huge windows, the moon nowhere to be found, just like in my territory. Heavy black curtains lined the windows, and the floor was polished black marble–a stunning texture that I hadn’t seen with the wolves.
I snarled at Silas, who smirked back and opened his arms for me to try again. I perched on his throne and shook my head.
“What the hell do you want? You destroyed the border, you let Adrenna out, you stole my son. Why should I let you live?”
“Let me live? Big words from such a little hybrid. You’re courageous, though; I’ll give you that,” he said in a patronizing way that had my skin prickling with hatred.
I glared at him and inched to the edge, ready to throw myself at him again. My shadows were angry and swirling, purple magic filling the room. He didn’t even care, his easy smirk pissing me off even more.
“Why did you bring me here?” I demanded. He strolled to the middle of the silver carpet that lay in a runner from the black double doors at the end of the room to the spiky black throne I was on.
“Well, it wasn’t so you could kill me, so you can get that thought out of your head.
I’m not going to give you that opportunity on a silver platter, so to speak. But I am rather looking forward to watching you try when we come for your kind.”
It was then I knew that he had every intention of bringing us down, and my blood boiled. What the hell was he waiting for?
“I will kill you if you don’t give me some answers.”
“Not here you won’t. These little meetings in limbo, a paradox outside of time and reality, are not our physical entities. We barely exist here in any other form than our souls; therefore, your ability to kill me is non-existent. Aside from your threat, though, I am here to make you an offer,” Silas said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants.
I didn’t care what his offer was. I was not doing anything but tasting his blood between my teeth and feeling the life leave his body. And despite what he said about not being able to, I doubted he knew all the ways my soul had broken the rules before. I was willing to test the theory on him now.
“What offer?” I snapped.
“An offer of marriage. You are powerful, with magic in your veins, shadows of a winter born, and a wolf that can be tamed. You are exactly what my disciples need.
I need–“
“No,” I cut him off. There was no point in listening to his spiel. There was nothing in this world that could convince me to do what he was asking, so whatever the reason or explanation, it was a useless one.
“You haven’t–“
“I said no. I am mated; I have the ones I have chosen for myself. I reject your offer,”
I stated firmly, and he scowled.
“I do not take rejection very well, I’m afraid. I must insist you hear my terms.”
“I don’t take murder very well, nor kidnapping, nor threats, so surely we are no match.”
“There you are wrong. But I will have you whether you come on your own free will or not, so I was giving you the option. When you leave here, the decision is final, and should you still choose to reject me, I will carry out the consequences of that decision.”
“You think I would leave the alphas for you?” I raised a brow, shocked that he was serious.
“Oh, I am under no illusion they would be part of our deal. You are mated, which means they are the reason for some of your strength, so they will come with you.
The abominations you birthed too. We will pick out a nice cell where they can live out their days unharmed and have a somewhat comfortable–isolated–life. You will be my wife, lending me that magic, doing my bidding, and helping me hold dominion over everything in this world for the end of time.”
“Ew, I’m not going to be your wife. And if you’re putting my mates and children in a cell, then you better put me in there too.”
“Oh no, I have other plans for you. Of course, I have no interest in you romantically; fuck your wolves whenever you want, do whatever you want, but you will swear servitude and lend your magic to me when I ask of it. I’ll also require an heir, so that is the exception to that rule. We will procreate as your body allows hybrids, and I will get my line to carry on the throne name with someone so powerful.”
“Are you being serious right now? You stole my son. I’m not touching you, I’m not doing anything for you or with you unless it is draining you of blood and watching you shrivel up and die before my eyes,” I warned, climbing down from the throne and the steps to stand before him.
He was so much taller than me, but he was thin and so pale. His teeth shot out, and I scowled, taking a step back, my shadows hissing in warning.
“I can smell you even through this connection, and I want a taste. I have since the first time I sensed you at Tabitha’s. As for taking your son, that was for leverage, but since nothing gets done right unless I do it myself, I thought I would go straight to the source.”
“I would rather die than agree to your offer.” I spat in his face, and he clenched his jaw.
“Your pack will die at our hands should you choose this path, little girl. I suggest you change your decision.”
“My pack will survive because if I am as powerful as you say I am, then it means I am a threat to you, and you know it. You’re trying to neutralize me, and it’s not going to work. So come for us, try to take what isn’t yours, but we’re strong, and we’ll fight you every step of the way. Maybe you’ll win, maybe we will, but whatever happens will be a better alternative than having you on a throne making us kneel,” I bit back.
The fire in my blood, the urge to protect the pack, my alphas, my children was making my magic feel warm in my body as if it was powering up. It made me think that maybe my theory held some weight to it. There was only one way to find out.
“You really care so little for the future of your children? I will personally drain every last drop of theirs if you reject this offer. It is the only chance you have.”
“Fuck you and your chances,” I snarled, then shoved him away.
My hands connected, and I grinned at how stunned he looked before swiping my claws across his cheek. His screech pierced my eardrums, and I clutched my head, the siren sound echoing inside it like nails on a chalkboard. Then the room filled with vampires.
All with red eyes, black clothes, red cloaks.
They came for me, and I shoved them away with my magic, blasting every single one. My eyes were trained on Silas. He stood as still as a statue by the window as his cheek stitched back together from my claw marks.
My magic swelled inside me as more vampires piled in, taking shots. Teeth sunk into my arm, and I flung the vamp back, refusing to acknowledge the burn. Then my outer thigh, but I still fought back.
My shadows and magic refused to tire, refused to stop. I wanted Silas. I charged him and caught his hand as he tried to speed away.
He spun on me, baring his fangs, but I gave him a jab to the jaw, a solid right hook that my alphas would have been proud of. Just as I was torn off him by his minions.
They dragged me into the middle of the throne room, screaming and kicking. My hand hurt from the pain of punching him. He followed me as his vampires pinned me to the ground.
I kicked them off and threw them off with magic and shadows, but there were so many of them–swirls of black and red that moved too fast for me to see. I screamed as one bit my side, then more bites. My shadows hissed and burned them away from me as my magic glowed intensely, as if it were powering up. Silas didn’t realize how much danger he was in, though; he stood above me with that fucking smirk and evil red eyes.
“I am going to have you, taste that sweet hybrid blood, and when I do, you are going to be mine. I gave you a choice, and you have chosen the hard way. So you can run back to your alphas and tell them that war is coming, that Silas is coming, and it is all your fault. I’m sure they’ll take that well.” He smirked, and that’s where he was wrong.
They would never blame me for this; of that, I was sure. And he still didn’t get it: I was stronger with my pack, with my alphas. They were never going to be my weakness.
And my magic that he coveted so much? It was the very reason he should be afraid because I didn’t own it. I used it, and it let me because I looked after it. Which is exactly why, when I felt the tightness in my chest, the glowing all over my body, the swell of pressure, I didn’t panic.
I just gave Silas the same patronizing smirk.
Purple magic exploded out of me, a burst of energy and light that poured out in a wave so fierce it tore the vampires from me, throwing them into walls and statues.
Bones cracking was music to my ears, the outraged screeches of vampires that had no hope against my magic. It poured into every single one of them, shutting their bodies down one by one until it was just me and Silas standing there among his kind.
They weren’t dead–I wasn’t even sure how to kill them–but they were knocked out and would not be helping him kill me any time soon. My magic retracted back into me, and I internally thanked it for helping. It preened at my compliment, like a proud child getting praised.
I smirked wider at Silas, who looked like he wanted to tear my head off.
“You will never taste my blood; you will never have the future you are fighting for because I will stop you every time. You have no idea what I am capable of now, and your first mistake was underestimating me and taking my son. You are the one going to pay for your decisions; we’ll make sure of it. See you soon, Silas,” I warned before asking my magic to sever the connection and take me back.
It did, and I was spun back into the room with Derik, Cain, and Beenie. I was lying on the floor, a blanket on me, my head in Derik’s lap as he held me. Cain looked pale, drawn out, in pain as Beenie rocked him. Kai was in my head instantly with Brax.
“What happened?” Derik asked as soon as I was conscious. I slowly sat up, dizziness washing over me.
“I–“
Cain whimpered in the corner, and my head snapped to him. “Cain?” I asked, but Beenie shook her head, helping him up.
“I’ll take care of him. Whatever pulled you in kept Cain tethered to maintain the connection; it drained him. He’ll need time to recover, so any plans you had of using his magic for more of your own bullshit, you can just figure out yourself,”
Beenie snapped, then pulled Cain out, who sagged into her.
She slammed the door shut, and I turned to Derik, who was there in an instant, his fingers running over my arms. I frowned at how my skin ached and looked down to where he was touching.
There were bite marks, in the final stages of healing.
“It was Silas,” I whispered.
“We assumed that. How bad was it?” Derik asked.
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