HUNTED

"Aila will take the wolfsbane in her room," Alpha Damon announced. He placed his hand onto her lower back again and steered her towards the staircase. They stopped on the first step; Alpha Damon suddenly turned around.

"I did not realise this was a group effort," He mused. Ajax and Finn, Mandy and Andy were all following the pair.

"Thanks guys, but there's not much you can do. You should go enjoy your freedom," Aila smiled warmly at Ajax and Finn.

"Sounds good to me. I might go stretch my legs," Ajax began to saunter away then halted when he noticed Finn still standing in front of Alpha Damon and Aila, "Finn, she will be fine. Come on, we haven't shifted in FOREVER!"

Finn searched Aila's eyes then turned on his heels, seemingly satisfied with what he found. The pair walked off in their grey coveralls; Finn with his hands in his pockets and Ajax, who put his arm around his shoulders and gave him a 'noogie' before Finn pushed him back, and they playfully ran off.

Aila shook her head at the pair; her eyes then landed on her parents, "I'll be fine," She tried to reassure them. Her mother nodded, a weak smile on her face, whereas her father frowned, glancing between her and Alpha Damon; a strained smile went on his face, and they walked off down the hallway.

Aila turned back around and was once again led by Alpha Damon, his hand on her back as they walked up the stairs and towards her room. But instead of going to her bedroom, they walked past it to the next door down the hallway. Aila looked up at him in confusion, but he opened the door and gestured for her to go in.

As soon as she walked through the door, she immediately knew the bedroom she was in was Alpha Damon's; his delicious, woodsy and cologne mixed scent was everywhere. Plus, the room looked lived in, unlike hers, with warm, rich colours, a fireplace in front of a settee set that had a few books scattered about, and to the side was a clear door that led to a small balcony.

Aila eyed the small, rounded table and chairs that sat on the balcony. It was cute, and she half-imagined the Alpha seated in one of the chairs on the balcony in the morning with a coffee in his hand.

With her brows creased, she turned around and faced Alpha Damon, raising her arms in an open gesture, "Why am I here, Damon?"

A low growl rumbled through his chest as he stalked towards her slowly,

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"Alpha Damon. I am still YOUR Alpha."

Aila bit her tongue at the refusal that almost left her lips while she continued to step backwards, away from the Alpha, "Why am I here, ALPHA Damon?" However, she couldn't help the mockery that came with her answer.

All at once, he threw the syringe on the bed and cornered her against the wall, his hands placed either side of her, trapping her. She raised her head, challengingly meeting his burning eyes. He leaned his head closer; she anticipated a kiss but was dismayed when his lips brushed the side of her ear.

"Is there any obedient bone in your body?" His rough voice growled in her ear. Her core clenched from the sound of his voice, their proximity and his hot breath fanning the side of her face.

She placed her hands on his hard chest, causing him to inhale deeply at her touch and brought his face around, his eyes glancing at her lips. She smirked, her eyes glinting playfully, "Seems to me you like it," Aila watched as his eyes went darker and began to shimmer slightly.

She then gently pushed his chest away from her. The small action caused him to lean back, giving her the space she didn't actually want. But although she was immensely attracted to him and his insatiable body, she didn't just throw herself at guys because they were pretty. Or, in his case, a bit of a dominant that turned her on.

"Watch yourself," He grumbled before turning away and gesturing her to the bed while he grabbed the syringe.

"You gave me a room. Why am I here?" She breathed, still catching her breath as she stayed leaning against the wall.

"Because you are, Aila. I'm not about to inject you with this shit and be on my merry way. No, I will be here with you. For the most part." The command behind his voice made her think twice about arguing. However, instead of going to the bed, she sat down on the brown, leather settee.

Alpha Damon sighed, "It would be comfier on the bed,"

"No part of this will be comfy," She retorted, moving her hair away from her neck.

She looked back up after seconds went by in silence; Alpha Damon was staring at her bare neck. His eyes then flickered to hers as a muscle in his jaw ticked. He sat down next to her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder, her skin instantly heated under his touch.

As soon as the needle pierced her skin in her neck, and the liquid was injected, his touch felt distant in comparison to the burning sensation rippling through her body. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth while her hands gripped at the edge of the sofa as she gasped out at the pain.

"I'm sorry," He whispered; her tear-filled eyes met his pained ones. She forced a weak smile on her face before curling up into a small ball on the sofa. Aila could feel Alpha Damon's eyes still on her, but at this point, it did not matter; she just needed to get through the agonising pain coursing through her.

For the next two days, Aila was in continuous agony. Trembling, sweating, writhing in pain. Alpha Damon began injecting her with wolfsbane every four hours, asking her permission each time. By the end of the first day, she passed out and woke up in the Alpha's bed.

She noted how Alpha Damon slept on the couch, a book left on top of his chest. Although Aila was in pain, she felt terrible for stealing his bed that could really fit up to four people in.

So, the next best thing she could do in her condition was to grab the blanket left on the side and throw it over him placing his book on the floor with his leather bookmark put in position of where he was reading. She would go back to her room, but she knew better. Alpha Damon would probably drag her back to his.

He kept to his word and hardly left the room. When she was conscious, or her fogged mind was clearer, she noticed him shovelling through papers and making phone calls. He also brought food to her in bed, but she could not eat much; the high dosage of wolfsbane in her system seemed to cause her to lose her appetite.

On one delicious occasion, she watched the Alpha walk out of his bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, steam rising off his chiselled body. However, she couldn't fully appreciate the view as her eyes clenched together from another surge of fire burning through her veins.

On the second day, she was gifted new pyjamas by him while her other clothes were taken off to be washed. The small comfort of the new garments done nothing against the pain that only seemed to escalate as time went by, with the wolfsbane radiating in her system continuously and the dosage increasing.

At one point, she woke up to a commotion outside of the bedroom. She stayed in a foetal position on the bed, not bothered by what was going on outside the room. However, her peace was disrupted when she heard the door swing open,

"You can't order me to do anything. I'm not a part of your pack. If I want to see her, then I will! I don't abide by pack law. Where is she?!" Her eyes fluttered open from the intrusion, but after hearing their voice, she didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Moments later, Ajax came into view. He kneeled by the bed's side, his emerald, green eyes filled with concern as he looked at her.

"Hey, sweet pea," He spoke softly, moving some of her hair away from her clammy forehead where it clung to. Aila rolled her eyes at the nickname, but she didn't actually mind this one. She was getting used to his charming and quirky ways.

Another low growl rumbled through the room; the pair of them looked over at Alpha Damon, who began pacing, his hand raking through his already tousled hair. Although he did remove his hand away from her head where he left it, Ajax ignored him.

"You look terrible," Ajax continued; his eyes flickered across her face.

"Still look better than you," Aila retorted weakly before moving from her position to lean up against the headboard. She hissed at the slight movement; the wolfsbane made her ribs that much more painful.

The pair looked over at Alpha Damon again as his eyes pierced into Aila's. She could tell something was wrong, but he glanced away and stormed out of the room, muttering something about the pack. However, she could not hear the specifics. Once he was gone, Ajax jumped onto the bed and fluffed a pillow before leaning against the headboard, placing it behind his back, his legs outstretched in front of him. He looked to the side at Aila.

"So, what's going on between you and the scary Alpha?" He joked, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Aila snorted lightly but hissed again in pain.

"Nothing is going on."

"Uhuh, yet here you are.. In HIS bedroom, HIS BED. Why are you staying here?" He eyed her suspiciously, his expression mocking.

"Because he's so bloody domineering. If I left, he'd just bring me back," Aila rolled her eyes and continued, "And I honestly don't have the energy to deal with an alpha male right now."

"He's not done anything you don't want him to.." Ajax searched her eyes, concern etched on his face, "I know how some Alphas' use their power and take advantage of-"

"No! No, seriously, it's not like that. I think he just feels bad about the whole wolfsbane thing." Aila interrupted in a panic.

"Good. But I still think something is going on. I felt the sexual tension from the pair of you earlier, making googly eyes at each other.. That was nothing?"

Aila grabbed a pillow and smacked him around the head, ending the conversation about Alpha Damon. She honestly didn't know how she felt about him, let alone speaking out loud to Ajax about him.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" She asked irritably.

Ajax clutched his chest in mock agony and jumped off the bed to play with his stylishly, messy hair in the mirror before replying. "You're breaking my heart, baby girl. All I do is check in on you, and you don't even like my company."

He walked off, his head dropping down as he pulled a sad expression. Aila rolled her eyes at his overexaggerated display of sadness. Just before he left the room, a mischievous glint shone in his eyes, his smile crooked, "You know, if you wanted alone time with him, you only had to ask-"

Aila threw a pillow towards him, but he closed the door just in time.

For the rest of the day, she was left by herself except for the occasions where she was injected with the wolfsbane. She did not mind being alone, her mood had dropped immensely, and she began snapping back at any comment made by Alpha Damon. She was lucky he was patient; she knew he would react very differently if another individual spoke back to him the way she did.

But the wolfsbane had taken a nasty turn by this point. It was slicing through her bloodstream. Her body felt as though hundreds of knives were continuously stabbing at her in random locations across her body. She hardly moved for fear that it would cause another explosion of pain.

By the evening, Aila clawed at Alpha Damon's hands. She couldn't imagine how much worse it could get. However, he easily overpowered her, grabbing her hands in one of his own and roughly injecting the wolfsbane into her neck. She stifled down a groan and was relieved to know that it was the last injection for the night. However, this time, she passed out immediately; her body went limp as she collapsed into Alpha Damon's arms.

Aila could not feel any pain as she fell into the oblivion of sleep. The following day, she woke up in bed with a headache pounding into her skull. Sighing, she sat up and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Hello Aila"

She gasped at the voice. Her eyes widened as she dropped the glass to the floor.

"Oops, sorry about that! My name is Malia. It's so nice to finally meet you. Again."