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TAKEN BY THE UNKNOWN ALPHA  Novel Cover

TAKEN BY THE UNKNOWN ALPHA

Amelia has never stood out for much, but one strange night changes everything. After a string of unlucky events, she crosses paths with a secret society hidden in plain sight - a world ruled by werewolves. What begins as confusion quickly turns into chaos when she's taken to the clan's sacred mating ball, an ancient ceremony where every wolf claims their destined partner. Amelia doesn't belong there. She isn't one of them. Yet when the moon rises and the names are called, hers is among them. Claimed by an Alpha feared by his own kind, Amelia is thrust into a world dominated by instinct and desire a world that she fails understand. Escape seems impossible, and surrender might be even more dangerous.
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Chapter 5

AMELIA'S POV

After I showered, there was an outfit on my bed, most likely picked out by Valerie. I groaned when realizing it was another dress, and that the only footwear I had was heels. I quickly got dressed, and looked went out of my room.

"I knew blue was a good color on you!" Valerie squealed.

Valeria laughed.

"Just a few minutes. I'm supposed to guide you to Alpha James' office."

I nearly jumped ten feet in the air at the sound of her voice.

"How long were you standing there?" I asked.

I nodded and followed her silently. I scanned my surroundings for possible escape routes, noting any paintings or decor that would help me find my way if necessary.

Valerie opened the door for me as I made my way into the office.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. Where was he? What did he want from an examination? What did he mean by an examination?

"Calm down. I can hear your heart racing from over here." A gruff voice stated.

My eyes widened. He could hear my heart rate?

I felt my hands tremble as Alpha James emerged out of nowhere. I stood as stiff as a soldier as he circled me.

He stopped in his tracks. I shivered as I felt his hot breath. This was way too close for comfort, but I couldn't bring myself to move. My feet were glued to the floor in fear.

"You can't escape. No matter what you do, it's pointless. You'll have to answer to me." He whispered.

His deep voice was almost playful, like he was teasing me to see if I'd really do such a thing. I snapped my head away from him, narrowing my eyes at the ground.

I could feel my cheeks heat with how angry I was. Did he think he could treat me like this?

He sat on top of his desk, watching me shift uncomfortably.

"You're squirming. Nervous?" The Alpha crossed his arms.

I pretended to be looking at my shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world. Alpha James scoffed.

"I know what you're thinking." I stopped my fidgeting and peered at him with curiosity.

"Such a handsome mate, I could just stare at him for hours on end-" My cheeks burned.

"What did you bring me here for?" I interrupted.

The Alpha narrowed his eyes at me. He scooted off his desk and walked straight up to me. His face was merely an inch away from mine. His eyes scanned my face.

My breath was caught in my throat as his blue eyes flickered over my lips. My head was screaming at me to get out and run as fast as I could.

"Are you wondering what my purpose was in bringing you to the mansion or my office?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I put some distance between us. "The office, obviously."

The Alpha rolled his eyes. "You really think I'd try anything?"

I scoffed at his words. The Alpha ignored me and continued.

"State your position, your full name, and previous pack." He said.

My mind went blank. What was it Megan said? Amelia Dawn from the Greystone pack? What was my position?

"Well?" he spat.

I panicked. Just as I opened my mouth, random information flew into my brain.

"Amelia Dawn of the Greystone pack. An Alpha." I blurted.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"An alpha female? Are you telling me there is no alpha male from this Greystone pack? Where is the Greystone pack located? You'd better be telling the truth, or you will regret it, Alpha Amelia."

My body grew rigid as he said my name. Alpha? Why did I say alpha? Wasn't that the highest position?

Oh, I'm so in for it! I gulped and nodded.

"My pack is in northern Alaska. We're not that well known, since it's a small area. My father died when I was little, so yes, I am the only Alpha."

I lied straight through my teeth.

He studied me hard and long until he seemed satisfied with my answer. I internally sighed in relief, that is until he stood straight in front of me.

"You will refer to me as Alpha Christopher. Consider this a privilege. No one refers to me by my first name. Ever." He hissed.

I expected something more intimidating than that.

He was already an intimidating person as it is.

"You will join me for dinner. Don't be late, and dress less desperately." Christopher eyed my dress with an emotion I couldn't make out.

I suddenly felt self-conscious and allowed my hair to hide my face. He just called me desperate, as if I was trying to get him to like me!

He marched out of the office, not even bothering to say goodbye. I looked down at my dress and pulled at the hem.

It wouldn't take long before things started going the other way round.

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