Chapter 1 Mated To The Big Bad Alpha

Olive was terrified but determined as she approached the black door. Her life had been a nightmare since she was forced into a cult at 14, abused, raped, and manipulated into becoming a vessel for their twisted purposes. Now, at 22, she was on a mission to kill Wayne Knight, the infamous Big Bad Alpha, in the hope of escaping the cult’s grip. She entered the dark, empty house, her gun ready. The sound of distant music led her upstairs, where she believed Wayne was. The house was eerily quiet, with no guards in sight—a rare stroke of luck. She approached a half-open door, thinking he must be inside. But the room was empty. Panic set in. Where was he? Suddenly, she was ambushed, guns pointed at her head. Before she could react, she was knocked unconscious. When Olive woke, it was raining. She was tied to a pole outside, soaked and freezing. She screamed for help, knowing deep down it was futile. The cult would kill her for failing, and Alpha Knight’s men would likely torture her first. She prayed for a quick death, tears mixing with the rain. A sharp pain struck her shoulder, followed by more blows. She was being whipped with a thorned lash, her skin tearing with each strike. The pain was unbearable, but worse was the realization that she would die without ever finding her mate—her only hope for freedom. As the whipping continued, Olive’s body went limp. Her torturer finally stopped, and through her blurred vision, she recognized the face of her tormentor—Cynthia, the daughter of the man who had forced her into the cult. Cynthia smirked down at her, relishing Olive’s suffering. “Hello, Olive,” Cynthia said with cruel satisfaction before Olive lost consciousness again. It felt like a thousand bags of cement were tied around Olive's body when she woke up. She couldn't even move her neck to look around because it felt so heavy and painful. She however knew she wasn't outside anymore. She was still on the bare floor, but under a roof. Olive didn't stay for long before someone realized she was awake. Maybe they all came to check up on her turn by turn. “She's awake,” a man announced. Fear skittered through her heart. She was going to face another torture again. Two strong arms pulled her up and she cried in pain. Her injuries hadn't healed at all despite the healing ability of the body of wolf shifters. Dry and fresh blood were still all over her but her hair and clothes were already dry. She was dragged into a room and pushed to the floor roughly. She screamed and hugged the floor while crying. Oh, her life would have been roses if she had found her parents instead of running into the arms of a strange man who turned her life into a living hell. She hated him. She hated The Vrek Cult. She hated her life. “I'm really disappointed in The Vrek Cult. They sent you? Seriously? You? Is that how badly they wanted you dead?” Olive heard the woman's mocking voice. She opened her swollen eyelids and peered at the blurry image of Cynthia. She was the daughter of the man who made her what she was, the man who forced her to join the cult at 14. She hated both Cynthia and her father. She however couldn't believe she was with Alpha Knight. How was that possible? She was a part of their cult…she must have pledged her allegiance. How did she free herself from the blood oath? Did she find her mate? Wait— Was Alpha Knight her mate? If so, then Olive was doomed. Cynthia hated her as much as she hated both her and her father. No wonder she whipped her mercilessly. She wouldn't let her mate, the BBA, spare her. God! Why did she run into Cynthia here? “She's so weak. When you said The Vrek Cult was coming after The BBA, I thought we were in for a bloody fight. Too bad, they sent a clumsy she-wolf,” another man mocked and they laughed. By the sound of the laughter, Olive could tell that they were about four or more in the room. “I'm-not-weak,” Olive managed to croak. Cynthia kicked her hard in the face and her lips and nose bursted out blood. Of course, they laughed at her. Cynthia bent down and pulled her by the hair as tight as she could that Olive felt strands of hair pulling out of her scalp. She closed her eyes in pain. “You are a pathetic weakling, Olive. Just because you succeeded in all other stupid missions you embarked on doesn't make you a heroine. You just haven't seen a mission too strong for you. Oh! You already have and it is going to be the end of you,” she spat directly into her face then pushed her head with so much force that it hit the floor hard and blood began to ooze out. Olive prayed she'd die because of that hit so she could escape seeing The Big Bad Alpha himself. “Tell the Alpha she's conscious enough to feel pain now,” Cynthia ordered like she was the lady boss. Well, she was most likely the Alpha's mate and their Luna. A man walked out of the room to call Alpha Knight and Olive's heartbeat increased drastically. This was it. Her death…without ever feeling the love and comfort in having a mate. She remembered her prayer to the moon earlier and her tears fell. She opened her eyes wide so she could see a bit clearer. The men's faces were visible now even though her vision got blurred at several intervals. Her eyes were fixed at the door, ignoring all the wicked and mocking looks staged on her by the people in the room—especially Cynthia. Finally, he walked in. He was a tall man—really tall. He was well built and looked like a soldier. But other than his terrifying stature, Wayne Knight was a very handsome man. His light brown hair was in a fancy haircut and long curled strands fell slightly over his face. His eyebrows were thick and straight, giving him a terrifying yet sexy stare. He had thick eyelashes over his medium sized eyes. His whole face was a masterpiece and Olive wouldn't mind analyzing that work of art if it wasn't for the situation she was in. Wayne's scent filled the room and it was like the scent of rain on a dusty forest floor. Which was the scent she loved so much. It filled her head and for a second, she inhaled it deeply. Cynthia smirked at her and walked up to him. “Hey, Wayne,” she called him by his first name, showing Olive that she and him were on first name terms. Olive got the message pretty well. “Hey,” he said in the coolest and sexiest voice Olive had ever heard. It was like smoothing butter over cake. Cynthia wrapped her arms over his neck and made him face her by the right—giving Olive a clear view. She raised her head, tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Then she nibbled on the lower one until he took hold of her and kissed her back. She moaned softly and he unlocked from her. Olive's already fragile heart shattered. Sure, she suspected they were mates. But seeing them kiss so passionately killed her on the inside. Wayne's eyes moved over to Olive and settled on her face. Their gaze locked and none of them looked away for what seemed like an eternity. It wasn't like she didn't want to look away, she just couldn't. It was like her eyes were glued to his permanently. She felt like she was seeing through his glassy brown eyeballs. Like she was entering a whole new world. Suddenly, her wolf stood on all fours inside of her and her furs raised. She felt agitated, like she wanted to jump out after finding a way out of a prison. Olive could feel her trying hard to jump out. Cynthia brought out a gun and showed it to Wayne, even though he hadn't broken his eye contact with Olive. “I suggest you give her a quick death. Don't want you to waste your energy when you could use it for me in bed,” she whined and arranged his messy hair from his face. Olive's wolf growled angrily inside her at the mention of Wayne being in bed with Cynthia. And why was she touching his hair? How dare she touch his hair! A muscle flicked in Wayne's face and his jaw clenched tightly. Everyone in the room knew Olive was done for. Cynthia just wanted to parade the fact that she was sleeping with him by saying what she said earlier. She wanted him to actually give her a slow death. Olive gulped and finally lowered her eyes from his. He exhaled and looked at his men. “Out,” he ordered and they all didn't waste a minute in scampering out of the room. Cynthia placed her hand on his shoulder and stood beside him like an equal. He slowly looked down at her fingers sprawled on his shoulder then at her face…he was looking annoyed. “You too, Cynthia,” he said and her eyes widened. “What?” she mumbled. “Out,” he ordered coldly and she exhaled angrily. She glanced at Olive and gave her a deathly look before leaving the room. Wayne stared at Olive again. He looked all over her battered body and his fists clenched inadvertently. Her face was a terrible mess. Blood was flowing thickly from her nose down her chin and her eyes were swollen. He could hear her heart beating too fast and too loud. She was terrified. He took a step closer to her and she whimpered and shifted back in fear. His muscles tensed with anger. He turned around and walked out of the room, banging the door behind him. Olive's heart thudded and she crawled into a ball. Wayne Knight was terrifying…but why was her heart also wishing he was still staring at her? Olive tried to calm down but her wolf was still at alert, savoring Wayne's smell. What was wrong with that furry creature of hers? Her wolf heard her and growled the answer to her questions…“Mate.”