---- he didn't allow me to leave my bedroom. On the second day of lavish imprisonment, | decided that if it came to that, | would face the monster with my head held high and in silence. If an obedient, silent wife is what he seeks - then that's exactly what he will get. A will-less, submissive bride with no voice, opinion and dreams. Many Alphas prefer their women submissive, but they seek strength in their Luna's. They need a woman who can lead the pack at their side. Women, who will nurture his people and care for them even more than Alpha himself does. | hope that's what Alpha Dorian seeks, because that's exactly what he's not getting from me. | will give him exactly the opposite, until he is either fed up with me or lets me go. Or option three - kills me. That one may just be the kindest, but then | would let my mother down. "I'm sorry,' the guard whispers, pulling me back to reality, as he wraps his fingers around my ---- upper arm. He reaches for the handle of the office door, sighs and slowly twists it. | look ahead as the door opens, and he leads me inside. We stop in the middle of the office, where | stand frozen, as if I'm really turning into a statue before their eyes. Although | feel my father's and Alpha Dorian's eyes are on me, | don't acknowledge them; instead, | stare straight ahead as if I'm in this room completely alone. "You may leave," father dismisses the guard, and once the office door closes behind him, | hold my breath. | wish the guard could stay. With him at my side, | feel a tiny bit safer than | could in a room with two monsters. Yes, it's not like the guard could save me if any of the Alphas were to attack me, but it's thought that counts. Just the presence of someone neutral. A movement to my left catches my attention, but | pretend | don't notice it. Since my father ---- sits behind his desk to my right, | know it's Alpha Dorian who has taken a step closer. He walks around me a few times and hums. | can't tell if the sounds are of approval or if he's unhappy with the goods my father is offering, but when he stops in front of me and orders me to look at him, | ignore the command. Standing behind the office door and thinking about how | should act submissive was easy. But now, in his presence, I'm too terrified to face him and too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of the sense of power over me. "| said, look at me!" He growls, and once again, | dismiss his command. Alpha Dorian brings his hand to my chin and forces me to face him. Even though we're face to face, | shift my gaze to the side - to glare at my father. He fists his hands on his desk, and his jaw clenches. God, | hope he can see the emotions running through my eyes. I've never felt such intense hatred towards someone. ---- "She's average and nowhere near as beautiful as you described her to be. It's clear she's not the first choice. And quite frankly, she's so far from my type, it's amusing." The way he practically laughs and spits in my face stings. | don't want to feel anything because of his words, but hearing a stranger repeat the same thing my father has said over the years, somehow feels harsher. And to think I'm supposed to marry a man who clearly thinks so little of me. It would've hurt less if he punched me. "I'm not thrilled that I'm left with the backup option, but | suppose we can move on with the wedding. I'll have a lot of fun beating this one into submission." | blink at his words, waiting for my father to object. Beat me into submission? Am | some wayward dog who pissed on his damn carpet, and now | need a beating to teach me otherwise? My father, however, shows no reaction to his words. It's not like | really expected him to, but Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!