Weird Alpha (BWWM)

Staring Problem

Izzie was a screamer, always had been. Lots of things made her scream, from tiny little spiders to her boyfriend frisky moments, so of course her first reaction to an unknown man knocking on her dorm room door at one in the morning, was to scream. Too bad the bad man had reflexes like a cat and nearly knocked her out when his massive hand smacked against her mouth, muffling her cries easily.

After screaming failed, Izzie was usually a fighter, mostly because she sucked at running. So, she threw a punch at the big man's head, a four month long self-defense class given by her college was suppose to be for situations like this. Only, problem, the class never told them what to do if the man's head was made stone, he knew how to stand to escape the vengeance of her legs, and seemed to be unbothered by her dulled nails targeting his eyes.

This massive, insanely strong man had her. She was got. He didn't even bother knocking her out or anything, just squeezed her body against his, one hand firmly over her mouth, the other pushing doors open as her body, her back against his chest somehow, he forced her to walk with his own body.

He didn't even utter a word or any sound for that matter.

She realized she was too weak to fight back when they were outside and could only hope there would be someone outside who would see this odd scene and call for help, but the whole campus seemed to be deserted as they continued to walk. She cried, of course she cried. She couldn't save herself and she had no idea what was going to happen to her.

Soon, they were in a parking lot, she thought it was the staff parking lot. There were only a couple cars left in the parking lot, two identical, sleek black cars near the back. Her feet scrambled and twisted causing her pain as she was forced forward.

She noticed through her blurry vision that there was a couple of men standing near the first car, one caught her attention right away, considering he was the only familiar face.

The old man with the staring problem didn't seem to have found help for his problem, because he was still staring, blue eyes intense with dangerous focus. Seeing him made her start to struggle again, she knew this guy was a creep.

She was surprised when she was let go once they were before the handsome, old creep. So surprised, she didn't do anything but stand there like a statue as he approached her and took in a big breath, almost as if he was sniffing her?

She flinched when his closed eyes popped open and met hers, his eyes were darker and almost shimmering. It frightened her so badly she started to stumble backwards, landing against the large man's chest.

"Good," the guest speaker spoke, "very good. That hood though, has to go, it reeks."

Izzie squealed loudly when the sweatshirt was literally pulled off her, leaving her in only a white camisole. She quickly covered herself, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were much too big for that.

"What in the hell is this!" She tried to sound brave. She tried to think of ways this could end with her not in a dozen pieces spread across the state. "What do you think you're doing? You better let me go or I'll...scream!"

The gray-haired man merely smiled a creepy, fond smile. "Scream all you want to, young lady. I'm afraid nothing will come between the fate that is will without a doubt take place this morning."

Izzie shivered and glared at the man, looking around at the other two standing near the car, faces blank. "Let me go!" She demanded.

The man who seemed to be her head kidnapper removed his suit jacket and in one smooth motion, placed it over her shoulders.

"Never," he smiled boyishly at her. Izzie stomach dropped, that sounded like a promise. The man's intense gaze flickered to the man who was standing like stone behind her. "Put her in the car."

That had her screaming for all she was worth, but they seemed unbothered as the one behind her grabbed her and one near the car opened the backdoor.

"Careful with her, boys." He spoke softly but was somehow heard over her rising hell.

Seconds later, she found herself sitting in the car and aching, one big man on either side of her. She didn't stop fighting though, not even when she felt the car speed off. She only stopped when the exhaustion grew to an extreme and she realized her blows weren't hurting anything but her own hands.

She knew for a fact that she had gotten into some good licks, but the men's skin wasn't bruised, not even red.

"What are you?" She hiccupped. She noticed then for the first time that the so-called guest speaker was in the front passenger seat and had been watching her the whole time.

"We're werewolves, dear." He had sun glasses on now, and it was then she realized that the sun was rising. She wondered had she really fought them for hours? Despite the glasses she knew he was looking at her, she could feel it, plus, he was peering into the backseat at her.

She laughed in his face, a hysterical, wet cackle. So, not only was she kidnapped, but she was kidnapped by some insane senior citizen.

Only me, the thought, only me.

Calmer, she began to look out the window, realizing too late that maybe she should have been paying attention to her surroundings. They were passing through what seemed to be a tiny, little town. The early morning hours, meant the roads were mostly deserted.

She tried to remember the names she saw on the shops.

"Smart girl," he spoke again, pulling her attention, though he already had it, she was trying to pretend he didn't though. She glared at him hatefully. "It won't do you any good unfortunately."

She was a little unnerved that he seemed to know exactly what was going through her head. "What are you going to do with me?" She dared to ask. She glanced at the men on either side of her and the driver. "Do these talk or are they just here for decoration?"

"They can talk, right, Gino?" He asked without taking his gaze from her.

"Yup," the one driving answered.

"They just take their jobs very seriously, and as for your first question...nothing nefarious," he claimed. "So, you can find comfort in that fact."

"I don't think so." She denied. "People don't kidnap other people to bake cupcakes with them." He showed her his teeth again with a board smile. "Why?"

"You're very special, Izzie." He said. She noticed they were no longer on a paved road and instead not moved along one more like a beaten path. Her heartbeat quickened, this was it. She was sure they were going to murder her in these woods they were driving through, possibly even get raped. The thought had her nearly back fighting again, before the man's words, stilled her and turned her bones into cement. "Izzie, you will become my fourteenth wife, my last wife, and most prized treasure."

His words accompanied a clearing to appear before them on the road, sitting in the clearing was the biggest house she'd ever seen.