Mated to the Big Bad Alpha

Warning: This book is intended for adults 18+ only. It contains explicit sexual violence (rape backstory), physical violence, torture, psychological violence, and control and domination that may be triggering for some readers.

Olive was more than scared to walk through the door and complete her mission. She had already come so far. Why back down now? She belonged to a cult… or rather, she was forcefully held in a cult where she could not do otherwise. She had to obey the laws, or she’d be punished… slowly and painfully.

She had escaped from kidnappers at the age of fourteen and ran to a man to help hide her. He actually did hide her, but he never let her out again. She was abused by him sexually and physically. He made her succumb to joining a cult after much beating. The beatings later stopped, but she turned into something else.

She was nothing but a vessel, an object to the cult. She had slept with men for them, maimed people, and killed a few, too. The life Olive lived was terrible, but she had no choice. She was bound to the cult until she found her mate.

Her ultimate wish was to find that special one who would free her from the cult automatically and make her life return to normal. She had seen how some of her colleagues were freed the very moment they found their true mates. In fact, they needn’t come back to the cult house if they chose to go with them that second. Oh, how she wished she could just see hers soon and fly off. She was twenty-two years old already, yet her wolf had not felt attracted to any man at all.

Olive heaved a deep sigh as she stared at the black door. She had to get this done. She couldn’t go back. The cult would kill her if she didn’t do this.

Finally, she pulled the doorknob and pushed the door open. The sound of distant music reached her ears as she stepped in. She untucked her gun from behind her back and held it firmly as she walked through the dark and narrow hallway. The house would have seemed empty if not for the music coming from upstairs. The lights were all out.

Soon, Olive was climbing the stairs from the living room. She reached the balcony and looked around, wondering why the whole house was so empty. Shouldn’t guards have been all around the house? Was Wayne Knight too confident in himself to station men outside? Well, he must have thought no one knew him in this small town and that he could stay all by himself. A smile crept onto Olive’s lips… this was going to be easy. She would kill him and be gone.

The faint music was coming from a room with a half-closed door. Light illuminated that part of the hallway from the room.

“He’s in there,” she said to herself. Her heart began to beat loudly. This was certainly the hardest and deadliest mission she had ever come across.

The man she was supposed to kill was known as The Big Bad Alpha. He was often called The BBA. Wayne Knight was a famous bad boy among the creatures of the night—the werewolves, vampires, and more. He was notorious and the Alpha of the country’s largest and most developed pack. He took care of his own but trampled on the minor packs around him. He was too quick to anger and too quick to kill. He owned many establishments, so he was wealthy and independent… and too proud of it. He had enemies, which was no surprise. And it had to be Olive who was called upon to eliminate him. It had to be her!

Pushing the door gently, she looked in and saw that the room was empty. Her eyes widened as she couldn’t believe her ill luck. Wayne Knight was not in the room. What was she going to do? Where was she going to search next with her heart thumping so loudly? She could easily be detected because her heart was racing so fast. She turned around and pointed her gun ahead of her. She tried pulling the doorknobs of the other doors, but none would budge. She had to kill Wayne and do it fast.

“Mission impossible,” she found her conscience whispering to her. She took a silent breath and walked farther. Suddenly, she heard the shutting of a door behind her, and she gasped and turned abruptly, only to see a gun pointed at her face. She felt another gun gently touch the back of her head.

“Busted,” the one behind her whispered. She shuddered but remained standing firm and tough. She could still take them down. She just had to relax, then attack. But as if they had read her mind, she was knocked out immediately, and she fell unconscious to the floor.

When she woke up, it was dawn. She tossed and realized she was on a wet, hard surface. Water poured over her face, and flashes of light lit it up every now and then. She heard deep rumbles, and they kept getting louder. Olive realized she was outside in the rain.

She gasped loudly and began to cough involuntarily. She opened her eyes slightly as the pouring water blurred her vision. She could see a pole right beside her, and her hands were tied to it. She looked around and saw no one. Only parked cars.

“Please, help me!” she screamed, even though deep down she knew she had gotten herself into a mess she would never escape alive. Alpha Knight’s men were going to kill her. They would force information out of her and kill her just like they did to others in their own cult.

“I’m sorry, please! Don’t kill me!” she yelled as the rain intensified. She could see clearly now, as her eyes had gotten accustomed to the water flowing into them, though she still blinked repeatedly. Cold wrapped around her body like another skin, and she shivered terribly.

However, she wasn’t bothered by the rain. No, this wasn’t torture to her. She had been whipped in the rain before. She had been raped in the rain before. She had been stripped naked during winter and left outside to turn blue. So, just being left in the rain wasn’t torture.

It was what would happen to her afterward that bothered her. She was scared to death of her fate, which now lay in the hands of The Big Bad Alpha and his men. She prayed silently for a quick death. She prayed they wouldn’t torture her first. If it meant giving them enough information so they wouldn’t have to torture her for it, then so be it. She’d blurt out everything she knew about The Vrek Cult and beg to be shot in the forehead. On the bright side, she was finally going to leave this world of pain and captivity. She would finally be free from that stupid, inhumane cult.

But—

She wouldn’t be happy in the afterlife. She would be alone again. All she wanted was to find her mate, so if she died without finding that special one… then her life there would still be empty.

The thought of never finding her mate bit harder into her flesh than the deadly cold she was experiencing. Oh, if only she could find him and be wrapped in his arms. If only she could experience love just once… just once.

Her wolf whimpered inside her at the thought of not finding their mate before departing.

Olive began to cry. She cried until her tears became indistinguishable from the rain, flowing in the same pattern as the water pouring down her face. She looked up at the moon, slowly being overshadowed by sunlight.

“Please, don’t let me die until I find my mate. Please, have mercy,” she pleaded out loud amidst loud sobs.

Suddenly, she felt a terrible pain strike through her shoulder. Her eyes widened in shock from the pain. She felt warmth mixing with the cold on her shoulder and looked down to see red liquid flowing down her body with the rain.

Another strike, and more blood.

“No,” she mumbled as another strike landed on her back. Somebody was whipping her with a thorned whip. Her skin was being slashed open. The pain was unbearable.

She screamed as more strikes fell on her back, and the whip even coiled around her neck and face. She fell to the floor and screamed. She tried to see who was whipping her, but all she could see was the whip landing all over her and tearing her skin apart. Soon, she was lying in a pool of blood that flowed away with the rainwater. Her cries were louder than the thunder roaring through the skies.

The person whipping her began to kick her angrily, as if the whipping had been too merciful. She became paralyzed with pain and couldn’t move even a finger anymore. She just lay there, bloodied, cold, and in agony. Her lovely black hair stuck to her like glue.

Satisfied with Olive’s present predicament, the torturer finally stopped whipping and kicking her. Olive moved her head with great difficulty to see the face of her oppressor. And she was more than surprised when she saw a very familiar woman.

“Hello, Olive,” the woman said with a wicked smirk.

After that, Olive was engulfed by darkness, which was the most welcome thing at that moment, considering the betrayal she had just faced.