Surviving the Alpha's Obsession

Alexander's car brought us back to the pack house in silence. My mind was a frozen wasteland, unable to process what I'd just seen. Eight stones. Eight women. Eight lives—each ending after exactly one year.

And I was to be the ninth.

As we pulled into the circular driveway, I noticed the pack members averting their eyes. They knew. They had always known what I was.

'Get out,' Alexander said, his voice devoid of the warmth I'd foolishly believed was love for nearly a thousand days.

My legs trembled as I followed him through the grand entryway. Beta Victoria waited for us, her thin lips curved in a smile that never reached her eyes. Catherine's sister. The woman who had welcomed me with cold formality three years ago, who had always looked at me as if I were something stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

'Is it time?' she asked, her voice eager.

Alexander nodded. 'Take her to the preparation room.'

Victoria's fingers dug into my arm as she dragged me up the spiral staircase. I should fight, should scream, should shift—but Aria was cowering deep within me, paralyzed by Alexander's overwhelming Alpha aura that still pressed down on us like a physical weight.

'You've lasted longer than the others,' Victoria remarked casually as she shoved me into a stark white room I'd never been allowed to enter. 'Almost made it to a thousand days. That's some kind of record.'

She threw open a wardrobe, revealing a row of identical white dresses—simple, elegant, with delicate lace at the collar.

'Catherine's design,' Victoria said, removing one. 'She wore this style the day they mated.'

My fingers clutched at the silver dress I still wore from the ceremony. 'I won't—'

Victoria's hand cracked across my face, the force snapping my head to the side.

'You will,' she hissed. 'Or I'll call the guards to help. Trust me, you don't want that.'

Humiliation burned through me as I changed, Victoria's cold eyes never leaving my body. The white dress fell like a shroud around me, too loose in some places, too tight in others. It wasn't made for me. Nothing here had ever been meant for me.

'Perfect,' Victoria said, stepping back to admire her work. 'Almost like looking at her. Almost.'

She reached for a silver brush on the vanity and began yanking it through my hair, styling it in a way I'd never worn before. 'He likes the tea served precisely at noon,' she continued conversationally. 'The ceremony will begin at sunset.'

'What ceremony?' I whispered.

Victoria's smile widened. 'The completion, of course. Nine tributes for nine years without her. You should be honored.'

She left me then, locking the door behind her. I rushed to the window, but we were three stories up, with no ledge or trellis to aid an escape. The room had been chosen carefully.

At exactly noon, Victoria returned with a delicate porcelain cup. Steam rose from the pale liquid inside, carrying a bitter, herbal scent I recognized immediately. Wolfsbane. Diluted, but present.

'Drink,' she ordered, pressing the cup into my hands.

'It's poison,' I said, my voice stronger than I felt.

'Not enough to kill you. Just enough to keep your pathetic little wolf subdued.' Victoria folded her arms. 'Drink it yourself, or I'll force it down your throat.'

I raised the cup to my lips, my mind racing. If I refused, they'd only force me. At least this way, I knew exactly what I was consuming. I could prepare Aria for it.

*Stay with me*, I whispered to my wolf as the bitter liquid slid down my throat. *We'll find a way out*.

The effect was almost immediate. Aria whimpered as her strength drained away, retreating deeper within me. My own limbs felt heavy, my senses dulling around the edges. I swayed on my feet.

'Good girl,' Victoria said, taking the empty cup. 'Alexander wants you in Catherine's room until sunset.'

She led me down the hall to another locked door—this one requiring a key from the ring at her waist. The room beyond was a shrine frozen in time. Photographs of Catherine covered the walls, her belongings arranged precisely on every surface, the air heavy with artificial lavender scent.

As Victoria locked me in, I sank onto the edge of the bed, fighting the wolfsbane's effects. I needed to think, to plan, but my mind kept slipping away from me. In desperation, I lowered myself to the floor, pressing my cheek against the cool hardwood beneath the bed.

That's when I saw them—tiny scratches in the wood, hidden from casual view.

*Help me. Elena Rivers. 2019.*

*She'll kill you next. Sophia. 2018.*

Message after message, year after year. The desperate pleas of women who had come before me, who had realized too late what I had just discovered.

I wasn't Alexander's chosen mate.

I was his sacrifice.