Given To The Comatose Alpha

03||~ Atria.

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There was silence throughout the car ride.

No one spoke- i didn't have anything to say. My gaze was fixed on the passing scenery, a content smile on my face.

We left Cranebane Pack about three hours ago. I am finally free from that hellhole. It was like something heavy had been lifted off my chest without warning.

The cool wind blew on my face, and a small laugh slipped out of me, accompanied with tears.

"We are here." The gruff voice yanked me out of my thoughts, only then did I remember what I was about to do.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as the huge castle came into view. I had never seen a place as beautiful as this before.

It was nothing like the sophisticated and luxurious mansion at Cranebane Pack.

It was more like a place out of a fairy tale, I couldn't help gaping at the sight, and for a precious moment, I just sat there, admiring the huge castle with glass walls and a majestic sight.

The door at my left opened, bringing me out of my trance. I tried to get out myself but my legs were like jelly, they wouldn't move. Just then, a hand reached for me, I recoiled instantly, eyes wide with fear.

"I-i will get out." The word sounded more like a plea. The man froze, then he stepped aside.

When he didn't make any move to hurt me, I breathed out a sigh of relief and slowly crawled out of the car. Thankfully, when I finally managed to stand on my wobbling legs, I didn't drop to the floor.

"Come with me." The man that opened the door for me spoke. I followed him without a word as he led me into the huge door of the castle.

However, the deeper we went, the more I noticed that there seemed to be no one around, except the few people tending to the garden and the few Omega's that walked by us.

The whole castle was shrouded in an oppressive silence that made it hard to breathe. I gripped the edge of the gown so tight, my knuckles turned white.

Light filtered through the glass walls of the castle and I caught a glance of a breathtaking garden, but I didn't have the strength or emotional capacity to admire it.

We went through a couple of corridors. Until we reached an elevator. Questions burned deep within me.

Where was the man leading me to? And where exactly would the ritual be performed? I wondered if they would be willing to give me a wish before my death.

But then, when has a butcher ever asked it kill what it's wants before it's death. The elevator was built with glass walls.

I have never been afraid of height, but the higher we went, the more I realized how small I was in this world. My eyelid were heavy and my head wouldn't stop pounding, it was like the world was moving too fast and I was just in the middle of it.

Five minutes later, the elevator door opened with a ding.

A white haired man stopped mid pace the moment he spotted us, his shoulders dropping, either in relief or something else, I couldn't tell.

" Is she the one?" His voice was unexpectedly soft, unlike the rest of his body.

"Yes, Beta King." The masked man spoke with a bow, then he stepped away to reveal me.

The moment my gaze met with his violet eyes, my eyes widened. I had never seen a man so... Ethereal before, he looked unreal.

The man, however only sized me up a little bit before nodding. "Come with me." He commanded and turned on his heels.

I hesitated a little, sending a glance towards the masked man as if asking for permission.

"What are you waiting for?!" The white haired man growled from behind and I flinched, hurrying to follow him.

My weak pace couldn't match his heavy strides. "Can't you walk faster." The man snapped, irritation deep in his voice.

Lips trembling, I forced myself to run after him, until the sound of our hurried footsteps bounced through the tall walls.

Soon, we arrived at a large door, the man didn't knock before pulling it open. The thick smell of medicine hit me, making me freeze.

I scanned the large room that was thrice the size of Tabitha's.

The gold colored walls and the high ceiling that was covered in the painting of a dragon made it look like a place meant for royalty.

At the middle of the room, was a large bed that had people surrounding it.

The white haired man caught my eyes, I didn't wait for him to speak, because the sharp look he gave me was enough for me to move.

Once I got close enough, he reached out, grabbed my wrist and hauled me towards the bed.

Once we got close enough, a woman in black whirled to face us. "Walrick, thank the goddess you are back."

However, I stood frozen when her pitch black eyes turned towards me. It was a witch!

Color drained out of my face as a cold certainty formed within me. All of this was real, it wasn't a dream.

I was about to die.

My muscled tensed and I almost turned around to run but the cold grip on my arm held me in place.

"How is he?" Walrick questioned softly. Only then did I noticed that on the large bed was a large man.

His body was covered with a black sheet and his eyes was closed. He had almost the same face with walrick, except for his red hair, rough beard and pale lips.

A small sound escaped me when I noticed how stiff he looked.

He was already dead.

The witch shook her head. "His soul has left his body, if we don't perform the ritual now, I am afraid..."

She didn't need to say the rest of the words. Walrick slowed, gaze fixed on the man on the bed. Then he suddenly tugged me forward.

" I don't care what you have to do, Myxera, just being him back to life."

" I will, I promise." Myxera promised. Walrick nodded then he walked out with the others in the room, leaving me to face my impending death.

The instant the door close shut, Myxera reached to grab me with her black claws. A shudder ran through me and I took a step back, trembling.

"N-no!" The weight of what was about to happen knocked into me and It dawned on me that I didn't want to die. I hadn't even met my parents yet, I haven't even confirmed the truth from them yet.

I spun abruptly, intending to make for it, but a hand yanked me back.

A strangled cry escapes my lips when I felt Myxera's cold hand around my neck. " Please..." I whimpered. "I don't want to die-"

"Shh." Myxera whispered to my ears, her cold breath making my skin crawl. "Just relax, it will be over soon."

I shook my head frantically, tears blurring my vision. " Please- ARGHHH!!!" My word was cut short by a sharp pain at my wrist.

The smell of blood immediately filed my nose. My body struggled weakly in her arms. But it was useless, it was like an unknown force was pinning me down. I couldn't move, I could speak.

Another sharp pain pierced my left wrist. Then, through blurred vision, I spotted her moved a strange, black dagger towards my neck.

My pulse raced, I struggled with all of my strength.

Then suddenly, the strange force holding me down disappeared and my body dropped to the floor. I don't wait to dwell on the pain before scampering to my feet.

However, before I could get far, Myxera's digged her sharp claws into my hair and yanked me back. "Get back here!"

The forced she used was so powerful that I was flung into the wall behind the large bed. Pain exploded on my back and I dropped to the bed, right on top of the dead man.

My head slammed into his hard chest. I let out a whimper, trying to get off him.

Then it happened- a calloused hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked me up. Just then, a cold voice demanded. "Who are you?"

The witch gasped from somewhere in the room. "A-Alpha King!"

My head snapped up and the moment my gaze collided with the strangest pair of mismatched eyes, A cold chill ran down my spine.

Isn't he supposed to be dead?

~P-Lia~