The Alpha's Entanglement

The other man, Idris Martins, was tall with thick dark hair that matched his thick brows and sideburns. He had gray eyes and more feminine traits on his face, which added a little beauty to his masculine face. He was dressed in an expensive black suit and had his hands in his pockets.

He had a disgusted expression on his face and exhibited no sign of guilt in his attitude. He looked at the television, growing increasingly disgusted with what he was about to do.

"Do you want your drink with or without a pill?" Ryan inquired.

"What am I doing here, I thought the arrangement was for four times a month?" Idris replied, his tone icy as usual.

"I'll take that as a pill," Ryan replied, ignoring him.

"It's four times a month!" Idris, still standing by the door, raised his tone, irritated.

Ryan looked up at him, his tone and attitude were irritating. He set the two glasses of scotch on the table and strolled over to him.

He continued to advance and only came to a complete stop when they were so close that they were almost breathing the same air. They were both the same height, but due to his age and extensive fighting experience, Ryan was more muscular and built. The only thing they had in common was that they were both werewolves and Alphas of their respective packs.

Ryan was 30 years old and the Alpha of the Silver Pack, the country's largest and most powerful pack in the south and east. All packs feared him, and whoever crossed him died. Most packs stayed out of his way because he was infamous for wiping out entire packs. The silver pack was built on military tactics and most of its members were Comando werewolves making them very powerful, ruthless, and aggressive.

In contrast, Idris Martin was the young Alpha of the Jewel Park, he was only 22 years old. His pack survived with the help of Alpha Ryan. His pack controlled the Northern Territory. Anyone or pack that touched a single hair on Idris or made him angry had to deal with Ryan and his pack.

In a nutshell, the Silver and Jewel packs formed an alliance. The majority of the packs wanted in on the alliance, but they had no idea it was a hostage alliance. The Jewel pack was at the mercy of the Silver pack. Even the members of the two packs were unaware of the arrangement; only their Alphas were aware of it.

"Did I ever tell you that you look more beautiful when you are pissed?" Ryan complimented, brushing his hand through Idris' thick hair.

Idris shifted his gaze away and moved Ryan's hand out of his hair with force.

Ryan gritted his teeth and warned; "Such an attitude will just land you in another extra day."

Idris moved away from the door and walked up to the table, where there were two glasses of scotch, one of which was dragged. The sex pills hid the disgrace that was happening. The drugs helped in inducing a highly toxic hallucinating transition that made him numb to the hell around him.

He added two more tablets to the scotch before Ryan could stop him.

"Get on the f**king bed, I need to be somewhere else in an hour," Idris commanded.

Ryan was giddy with anticipation; given the number of pills Idris just swallowed, he knew it was going to be a long and wild night.

He also liked it when the pissed beast inside him was awakened. It was dangerous; Idris had tried to murder him on several occasions but had failed.

As a result of the defiance, Idris had lost members of his pack and for safety, Ryan was forced to order his beta to kill all of Idris' pack if Idris was ever successful in killing him.

Ryan hurriedly undressed before climbing into the bed. Idris always avoided looking at Ryan's naked body, he quickly turned off the lights and instead focused his attention on the screen; the girls were for his entertainment and to tune his mind into the hallucination he wanted to be in. Sometimes when he was done with Ryan, he joined the girls in the main room and finished off his urge with the girls.

The girls were some sort of wash-over to quench and sanitize himself from what he deemed to be unclean. Ryan didn't like it because he was the jealous kind, but he realized that in order to avoid a total mental breakdown, his obsession needed to have some control over their arrangement.

Idris, unlike Ryan, was not bisexual nor gay; instead, he was straight, which made what he was about to do even more filthy and terrible. But there was nothing he could do to get out of the nightmare he was trapped in. He stripped down to his underwear and climbed on top, just wanting to get over it.

He was a sham of an Alpha, an embarrassment who couldn't even look himself in the mirror. Alpha Ryan was a master manipulator who converted him into a sex slave. Something he could only carry with him to his grave. He'd been secretly warming the vicious Alpha's bed for four years. Only Ryan's beta, Chris, and his mate were aware of the arrangement.

However, the arrangement had some benefits: Alpha Idris became the country's second strongest and richest Alpha. Ryan allowed him complete access to his fortune, which he invested and used to expand his wine empire and pack. His pack thrived, and after decades of continual attacks from neighboring packs, the attacks stopped. They were no longer in danger. Idris was respected in the same way Ryan was, but his pack was unaware that their Alpha had sold his soul to the devil himself.

The drugs helped with the sex ordeals and numbed the nightmares that plagued him every night, dreams that kept him awake. But after the pills wore off, reality always hit him hard, and the drugs were never enough to keep the humiliated Alpha at bay.

The night of pleasure stretched until the dominant Alpha was satisfied and his thirst quenched. Idriss awoke, his mind still foggy from the drugs. He checked his watch and blinked open his eyes; it was two a.m. Even if it was only for a day, the nightmare was done. The nightmare would pick up where he left off in three days. He shifted his gaze to the other side of the bed, where his captor snored quietly, exhausted from a night of hard sex. Ryan was a beast who only stopped when he was satisfied and his thirst quenched. He was extremely demanding in bed and had fetish preferences that left him completely depleted.

If only he could cut off the life of the meathead once and for all and free himself.

That, however, meant signing his pack's death certificates. Ryan's pack would hunt them all down and leave no record of their existence. That was the reality he knew was conceivable; his pack was no match. He was the Alpha who had to bear the burden. All Alphas carried burdens, but his was a mountain of shame.

He quickly got up and walked to his room on the other side of the small closet, room 120. He was in no mood to join the girls. He went directly into the shower and showered while scrubbing his body off Ryan's scent.

It was always the second most painful part of the evening. It usually left him bruised with red patches all over his body. One would think he was purposely hurting or punishing himself. However, he had no choice but to get rid of the scent of his tormentor.

He scrubbed and scrubbed until the soap began to react with the small cuts, causing him pain. He came to a halt on the water, staring at nothing except the water mingled with his own blood trickling into the shower drain. His eyes were devoid of life because he was so hopeless. They were little more than a gray mass compelled to provide him with the ability to see. His wolf was dead inside him; it rarely came out or cared to see the light of day.

How could it? Their mate was dead; four years had elapsed, although it seemed like only yesterday. The contract served as a continual reminder of what was lost, and to make matters worse, its human was a sex slave enslaved in a life-long contract. There was nothing unusual about the outside world to warrant it to come out. The only thing it could do was hide inside its human, waiting for death. The embarrassment was intolerable. Idris was left to bear the brunt of the humiliation on his own.

When he was finished with the bath, he went out of the bathroom, ignoring all of the mirrors.

He despised mirrors because they reminded him of how lifeless he was. His own home had no mirrors, but there was nothing he could do about hotel mirrors. He hurriedly changed into fresh casual clothing and sprayed himself with a variety of powerful colognes in case he missed a spot. He then fled the hotel before his captor awoke and proceeded to the local casino in search of a woman's aroma.