The Princess’s Broken Alpha
Chapter 37

Mariela has been sulking in the corner of the BMW ever since they'd gotten in from the airport. Not even first class champagne had cheered her up and Jackson was happy. He enjoyed seeing her suffer. She was upset because he left her in the hotel lobby to sleep with the reservationist and it was worth it. She looked a mess too.

Her perfect blonde hair that was normally sleeked back was sticking up all over the place and she looked bone tired. You'd think she had been through hell and back. The lobby must not have been a good night's sleep for her. That's the thing with women like her if they didn't have the right conditions they would start to unravel.

She could have just booked a room for the night and be in the lobby in the morning ready for him but she probably thought if she stayed and looked like that in the morning he would pity her. He'd learnt earlier on that despite how she looked Mariela wasn't all that slow. Unfortunately the poor thing still doesn't get it.

Not to mention how petrified she looked when he suggested she go back home to England right away. She got the message then that he was discarding her but as leeches go she hung on tight. He figured he'd leave her at this hotel in Crystal Harbour and go about his business. She'll be useful when he needed to blow off some steam.

Mariela Greyson clearly didn't know how to take a fucking hint. She didn't seem the type to get much rejection growing up and she was hanging on for dear life. Granted he was definitely a prize holding on to. Jackson knew his status and what he represented. He was what women dreamed of, perfect body, good looks and charisma. Not to mention power. They would look over all the top three for the last one and as the king's nephew and part of the royal family he had that and women would die to have a spot on his arm to become a part of the very coveted royal family.

Mariela wouldn't be a bad mate now that he thought about it. He could do what he wanted with her and while with her but she was just too annoying. Everything was a little too perfect for him. He at least needed to sleep after he was mated and her annoying little voice would drive him up the walls. His head of red hair would start falling off one by one or he would have to place her in a separate wing entirely and ignore her unless it was necessary and even then she would still be annoying. None of which he wanted to do in his future life. They had to make him look good and he wanted a trophy mate that wasn't annoying.

They parked before the hotel and he didn't even wait for her knowing she would follow closely like a lap dog. He strung his bag over his shoulder and ran a hand through his hair. He closed the door and inhaled deeply before he strode into the hotel. Crystal Harbour had good air. He collected his key and he could hear her running after him. It was a good morning's exercise for her.

The hotel wasn't bad but he was used to luxury and this was the best he would get here in Crystal Harbour. He would sleep tonight and then replace his cousin later. Imagine if she was already mated and pregnant and broke the ceremonial king and queen protocols. And he would be the one to discover it all. Now that would be the highlight of his life and hers. Her father would burn the entire werewolf kingdom down.

Her running away from the elitely picked Lycan suitors picked for her did not sit well. There are consequences. The council and the king took it as an insult. However that was for her to worry about. He didn't care. All he needed to focus on was how to drag her back for her retribution if he dragged her back at all.

Mariela unpacked her satin pillowcases and started attacking the pillows. Her lower lip out to show she was still unsatisfied with his behaviour. Just one night and then you can dump her here until you're finished. He might as well enjoy that one night with her. He started by pulling out her ponytail and freeing her shiny blonde hair. He was undeniably attracted to blonde hair, he didn't know why. Not that he was that preferential but the blonde hair did something for him. Seeing that he was being nice she started. "I can't believe you left me in the hotel lobby for a human Jackie"

Humans were barely a filler for Jackson because they didn't last long. Their stamina paled in contrast to theirs so he rarely slept with them.

"You need to let that go" he leaned into her ear heavily.

"It was embarrassing and disgusting. She wasn't even that cute."

Yes she was but he had a goal here and he had to keep quiet to achieve it.

"I still came back for you didn't I? I could have left you in that lobby this morning."

"I guess that counts for something." she turned around in his arms to face him." If we're going to be mates Jackson you can't do this kind of degrading thing to me" Yes he could.

"I really want this to work between us." she looked at him lovingly and he wanted to throw up. Somehow it was getting him riled up and his anger was slowly surfacing. "Mariela there really isn't an us. It's a fun ride, just enjoy it." he told her roughly.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning your time of interest has expired and I'm on to newer things."

"B-but Jackson we are elite together, a damn good team. Our marriage would be a good union between two powerful families. They were so excited when you took interest in me. I've already started planning the ceremonial colours. Daddy is expecting us to be mated by the time we get back."

Sure he was.

"I don't know I'm just not feeling it." he told her coldly.

She looked at him realizing she'd been used. Yes he'd used her and she wasn't as precious as she and her father had thought.

"I thought we were a team and that you had feelings for me?" she grumbled and he cupped her cheeks.

"Sometimes things just don't work out pumpkin"

She felt he was jeering her and brushed his hand aside. All she had ever wanted was Jackson and now that he'd noticed her out of the throngs of women falling at his feet she thought he would be solely hers at least that's what he lead her to believe. She swallowed hard and shook her head. He was right if this wasn't going to work she couldn't force him.

"Let's just enjoy the last of the time we have left" his black eyes stared down at her and she nodded sullenly. He was right they might as well enjoy the last of it.

She hugged him and looked up at him.

"What should I order to eat?"

"You know what I like plus i'm not picky" he shrugged.

She dutifully ringed in and ordered food while Jackson took some phone calls in the bathroom. By the time he entered back the room she had already finished off her steak and diet soda when he plopped down in the chair across from her his red hair looking even more bright under the lamp light by the desk.

"Steak and caviar in the late afternoon?"

"It's what I was craving"

She opened a soda for him handing it to him and started to slowly undress. She was purposely doing it for him. Her body was her best feature and she knew how to work it. She freed her perky tits from her cream lacy bra and started to push the skirt down as well. Jackson gave her rosy nipples the attention they were needing never taking his eyes off of her. Soon Mariela was standing before him in all her naked glory and his eyes scanned her appreciatively. Her manicured finger tips traced over her pale porcelain skin enticing him and her blue eyes shone like lake water under the moonlight. Guess she decided to prove herself one last time.

He was so hard he was uncomfortable, straining in his pants and he shifted down in the chair as he watched her slink her way over to him between his legs and falling to her knees like she should.

She looked at him seductively and lightly kissed his crotch, mouthing him through his pants and he could already feel the precum seeping through his boxers. She was good.

To spare time he unbuttoned his shirt going down and she greedily started unbuckle his belt her blue eyes glinting in hunger.

Jackson took a long swig of the soda watching her kiss his stomach going down. She was watching him intently, too intently. But not him more so the can in his hand. That's when he knew something was wrong and her devilish smile started to blur before him. Fucking shit. His body was heavy as lead and everything sounded so fucking loud.

She roughly climbed up on his lap and gripped his face hard her nails sinking into his skin.

"Sometimes things just don't work out pumpkin" she said mockingly and everything before him started to race before it blurred out to oblivion.

He could hear sounds and his eyes hurt just to open. What the fuck did this bitch do to him? The floor swam before him and his neck felt like it would snap any moment from the weight of his body hanging over.

C'mon Jackson he encouraged himself. You've got this. Wake the fuck up! His vision started clearing and the hotel room wasn't spinning anymore. He could make out the patterned grey and blue carpet. This is definitely unexpected. His head pounded terribly and he tried to focus. Where the hell is that blonde bitch? He looked up and located her sitting on the bed with her legs crossed staring at him. What the hell was she up to? He had to admit he never saw this coming not in a million years. Definitely not the happy ending he was expecting hours ago? Outside was still the same so he definitely hadn't been out long.

She was back in her tight fitted jeans and t-shirt. Her face was hard and her eyes cold. He looked around the room and it was still the one he had booked. His shirt was still unbuttoned and his pants half way down.

"What the hell are you doing Mariela?" he asked her calmly and she plastered on her iconic fake smile.

"At first I was going to let you live through all of this." she laid on her stomach across the bed watching him "You made me fall for you and think we were on to something Jackson. My family was excited, everybody thought I had landed one of the biggest prizes of all. I was willing to risk a little for you so you would live after all this but no you had to mess it up"

What the hell was she talking about? After all what exactly?

"Mariela" he laughed which he shouldn't in his predicament but he had a dark sense of humor. "All of this just to keep me is a little too much don't you think? And if you wanted kinky shit all you had to do was ask. Now what the hell did you give me?" In all his hunting years and experience this was new to him and he didn't like it. It was a disaster not to know what you were up against. It was death to be fighting the unknown. He was starting to feel a little frantic but he hid it well.

"You really don't understand the severity of this situation. Do you Jackson?" she pursed her little pink lips together. "You think so highly of yourself that somewhere in that thick head of yours you think you are actually going to get out of this." she pat out angrily at him.

"I am going to get out of this" he said matter of factly.

"No you're not! This is my show!"

The veins in her neck stood up and her eyes flashed showing her wolf.

"Calm down doll." Why the hell did his mouth taste so funny?

"If you release me now I'll cough this up to a bad joke."

He had his arms chained to the chair in werewolf cuffs. Which means she isn't sure how whatever she gave him would react. He was very weak and he was now starting to panic wondering why he hadn't regained back his strength.

"You're face is saying otherwise. As a matter of fact you look like you've seen a ghost" Something terrible dawned on Jackson and he almost passed out. He couldn't feel his wolf. He looked at Mariela before him. What the hell did she do?

"You treated me like garbage making me sleep in the hotel lobby like some cheap whore. For that filthy human and to top it off you just dump me like this. You smug little bastard. I think not. After I was petitioning for you to live?!" "Why can't I feel my wolf and who were you petitioning with?"

He was trying to keep up with her and what the hell she had done to him. His wolf wasn't chained it was just dormant like he was sleeping.

"Mariela you knew what you were getting into. My reputation is wider the River Thames. You were a possibility and you should take that as a compliment in comparison to the rest."

She huffed at him.

"You know ever since news broke out from Castor about the chaining spell we've been looking into how witchcraft might help us. Maybe witches aren't so useless after all." "Who is we?"

"Don't worry about that pumpkin. What you should be worried about is how you're going to die" she sneered.

Moon Goddess help him.

This was a plan. A well coordinated plan. A chill ran through him. Too coordinated. This had high authority all over it. What the hell is going on here?

"That little brain is finally going around. You'd have probably noticed if you weren't so distracted."

"You came on this trip with me on purpose. You have been watching me. Why and who is we Mariela?"

"Guess you were my bitch after all"

She was the one using him, trailing him and getting information. He leaned back to take the strain off his shoulders feeling the ache in his body all over. Moon Goddess they were going to take out Kiarra. No. "You aren't as stupid as I thought" he told her.

"And that's why I decided you're little selfish ass can go"

She opened a old board box on the bed.

"Go where?"

"First I'm going to chain up your wolf and then it's lights out Jackie.""

So his wolf definitely wasn't chained and she hadn't killed him yet because she was testing out whatever she had given him to see if they worked.

"So you're using me to test out your little witch's products"

"Yes and so far it's not bad. You should have been knocked out cold but you are a strong one and you are royal so you might be different. We've been testing it on lycans because nobody knows us lycans like we do since we're so secretive." "You've got it all figured out don't you?"

"I have to. We can't have you around making things uneven. The king needs to be distracted with the little hybrid war and then we'll take out your little bitch of a cousin."

This was more serious than he thought. Shit. He was confident he could get out of this but now he wasn't so sure. Why did they want Kiarra dead so badly? She wouldn't be kept alive to use for negotiations and it would devastate the king so maybe this was personal?

This was clearly planned by a Lycan but who? It could have been anyone if he was being honest.

"You're going to be princess?" he toyed with her.

"I'm much better looking"

"No you aren't. If I'm going to die I might as well be honest."

Kiarra was a natural beauty. Mariela was pretty but beside her even with all her accessories she would pale.She brought out a small glass bottle with black liquid that almost shone silver.

"Well not for much longer Jackie."

She started to pull the bottle and he grabbed her. Her short scream was jarring. The bottle rolled across the carpet and she landed a kick throwing him into the side table that shattered into pieces. Now they were getting started. She took off running and he dragged her down pinning her and her claws slashed at his face throwing blood across the carpet. She was trying to shift.

Jackson pulled back and punched her hard in her rib and a loud cracking sound was followed by her shrilling screams. He clamped her mouth before hotel staff arrived.

Mariela coughed up and choked on blood writhing in pain. He snapped her arm and she screamed into his palm laying awkwardly on the carpet. He wasn't done yet. He hit her hard in the knee and and this time she looked like her blue eyes were going to pop out of the sockets when he heard the loud crack of her broken leg. So much for escaping. She couldn't even writhe due to how intense the pain was and tiny droplets of tears escaped the side of her eyes. Her face turning beet red.

"Now you know it doesn't work"

He hadn't been fully unconscious when she had given him whatever the hell she had given him. He just wanted to see where exactly it was going and sure she had him panicking a few times. After a few seconds he felt his wolf but she was too confident to notice. Whatever it is didn't last and he was sure the chaining spell wouldn't either. He bounded her mouth and went to the small bottle on the carpet.

He picked up the bottle and his eyes went fully black.

"Now you're going to tell me where you got your products and who is we. If you don't we're going to see how well you heal when I've broken all your bones and you have no wolf to heal with your little chaining spell."

To make his point he stepped hard on the other rib hearing the satisfying cracking sounds and the veins in her face looked ready to pop.