Sold To The Alpha
A Lost Princess Chapter 22

'OK Bella, it's time to see what your wolf can do' Rowan said as he stood outside of the boxing ring that now had a metal cage fixed around it.

Looking through the bars, Isabella self consciously stripped out of her clothes, concentrating carefully as her bones started to break and snow white fur sprouted all over her body. As her four paws touched the canvas, she turned her blue eyes toward Rowan, her wolf growling slightly in her head as she studied the collector.

'Isabella' Rowan called out loudly, 'we are no longer blocking your wolf, but we need her to know that we mean you no harm as we also need your wolf to be as strong as your human form. Tipping her head slightly to the side, her ears perked forward, the wolf stared unblinking at the man in front of her whilst a silent conversation went on with in her head.

'They wont harm us' Isabella said, 'but they will hurt Marcus' she added desperately.

Her wolf growled angrily, 'No one threatens our brother Bella, I can rip his throat out before he gets to the door'

'No' Isabella ordered, 'I think we need to help them, there is a woman is in danger somewhere, we need to help'

Her wolf was silent for a moment before reluctantly saying, 'We will see what they want us too do Bella, but if anyone tries to hurt Marcus, I will kill them, make no mistake about that'. Nodding her head slightly, the white wolf stepped back from the edge of the cage as Rowan carefully undid one of the cage sides and stepped into the ring.

Watching the wolf diligently, Rowan said, 'we are not aiming to kill Isabella, this is to submission only, if either of us rolls to show our belly the other must immediately release their hold and step away he said as he stripped out of his own clothes and shifted, his wolf almost as tall as Isabella's with chocolate brown fur and dark brown eyes that sparkled under the lights that hung from the ceiling.

Pacing round the ring, the two wolves sized each other up, the white wolf growling in a low menacing tone as she studied the wolf in front of her.

Rowan's wolf suddenly lunged forward, snapping at her hind leg but catching nothing but air as Isabella jumped easily over his head, turning quickly to face him again. Rounding on her, Rowan lunged again, aiming for her neck, ducking her head, Isabella rolled onto her back extending her claws as he traveled over her body, gouging his underside, drawing a howl of pain.

Straightening himself up, Rowan charged again, using his weight to plough into Isabella's side knocking her sideways into the ropes.

Clambering to her feet, Isabella growled angrily, before leaping toward her opponent, teeth bared, landing on his back and digging her claws in, plunging her teeth into his fur as he yelped loudly.

Rolling over, Rowan forced her to let go, struggling slightly as he stood up, growling menacingly as Isabella circled him, looking for an advantage she could use against him.

Bounding through the forest, 'G' put on a burst of speed as he raced toward his destination, he had left Isabella with Rowan with instructions to keep her training until he returned or she passed out from fatigue. He was pleased with how she was progressing, her strength had increased substantially and her reflexes were now a force to be reckoned with.

His feet pounding on the dirt floor, 'G' kept his nose close to the ground, following the familiar scent for over and hour until he finally burst into a small clearing that held a tiny log cabin. Light filtered through a small gap in the curtains and a wisp of smoke curled from the chimney showing that the occupant was home.

Dropping the bundle of clothes from his mouth, 'G' quickly shifted into his human form, pulling on the t'shirt and trousers before making his way to the solid wood door, raising his fist he gave an authoritative knock that echoed through the surrounding woodlands. Slowly the door opened of it's own accord, swinging wide to allow 'G' to enter the home. Walking cautiously over the threshold, 'G's eyes flicked around the room that at first glance seemed empty.

'Back again Graham?' came a low voice from by the fire as a wizened old woman in a black floor length dress rose from the depths of the armchair that faced the crackling logs, a skinny black cat rubbing itself against her legs as it's two amber eyes glared at the intruder haughtily.

'I am indeed Agnes' Graham replied, forcing a smile.

'You can not be back for more of your potion, I told you that only two drops were needed in her drink at each meal to keep her under your influence' Agnes said, walking toward him, the light from candles burning around the room catching her face and showing her heavily lined face.

'No I still have plenty of the potion Agnes, I come for another reason' Graham said, closing the door behind him before making his way over to the witch who was eyeing him with intrigue.

'Interesting, and what can an old lady like myself do for you this time Graham?' she asked lightly, though her eyes bore into his as she studied his face.

Clearing his throat, Graham replied, 'I need something that will make her forget, I need her to forget her past completely, I want her to have no memories of her family, her pack or any other pack that she was associated with, I need her to only remember me! Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Agnes tapped her long fingernail on her chin as she mulled over his words.

'I charge handsomely for something like that Graham' she said finally, 'You know that don't you, this is not a simple potion to make her susceptible to your suggestions, this is a complete wiping of her mind' Agnes said sternly.

Nodding his head, Graham muttered, 'I know, but the potion isn't working as well as I hoped, I thought I could convince her to turn against her family, but though she is second guessing their motives in her life, she's strong and I haven't got the time available to keep trying to convince her' Looking into the old woman's eyes, Graham's gaze hardened. 'What do you want for it Agnes?'

Smiling broadly, Agnes reached out her taloned hand, wrapping her wrinkled fingers around Graham's arm causing him to flinch at the contact. Leaning closer, Agnes whispered, 'I want the blood of the white wolf'.

Paling slightly, Graham stepped back, 'I won't hurt her Agnes, that is not part of the plan!' he growled angrily.

Tightening her grip, Agnes smirked at the werewolf, 'Graham' she cooed soothingly, 'I don't want you to hurt the girl, I just want a small vial of her blood for my collection, White Wolf blood is very rare' she added with a small smile as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small glass vial barely two inches tall that held a cork stopper in its neck.

Reaching out reluctantly, Graham took the vial in his hand, dropping it into his pocket silently as he pulled his other arm from the old woman's grasp.

Smiling, Agnes nodded approval, 'good boy Graham, your draught will be ready in one week, I need time to collect the ingredients and some are not easy to replace' she said, her eyes never leaving his.

Giving her a curt nod, Graham swiftly turned and opened the door, walking out into the darkness, jumping slightly as the door swung shut with a loud bang behind him.

Stripping back out of his clothes, Graham carefully wrapped them up making sure to keep the vial safe before shifting back into his wolf form, grabbing the parcel of clothes and setting off at speed back toward the house and the young girl who was going to help him right a terrible wrong.

Hours later, laying on his back, Rowan showed his blood smeared belly to Isabella who backed into the corner of the ring, blood running down her chin from her mouth, her white fur covered in dirt and blood, some hers, some belonging to Rowan.

Slowly shifting back into his human form, Rowan held his side painfully where a very prominent bite mark was visible. His body was covered in already healing bruises and tears that he quickly covered with his clothes.

Shifting into her own human form, Isabella didn't even bother to check her body before throwing her t'shirt over her naked form self consciously, trying to cover up her vulnerability, despite living in a wold where nakedness was normal she still felt uncomfortable being undressed in front of male werewolves.

Looking up she noticed Rowan's eyes on her. Blushing slightly she dropped her face as he walked toward her slowly, stopping just in front of her and placing his hand under her chin. Lifting her eyes to meet his, he gazed into her face, an emotion she couldn't quite read flickering across his face as he studied her.

'What is it?' she breathed, her voice soft and nervous as she gazed into his eyes.

Smiling slightly, Rowan moved a step closer so that their bodies were almost touching, whispering faintly, 'You are incredible Bella'.

Flushing at his words, she tried to step away dropping her gaze again, but his arms encircled her body holding her in place.

'I thought you said I was weak' she muttered as she breathed in his scent, closing her eyes automatically as the warmth of his arms infused her body.

'Not because of you Bella, because of your terrible training' Rowan replied softly, 'but you are incredible, your wolf is incredible, you are awe inspiring' he continued, removing one hand from round her body to lift her chin again forcing her eyes back to his. Leaning down toward her, he suddenly pressed his lips to hers, Isabella's breath catching in her throat as the softness of his lips drowned her. Automatically her arms slipped around Rowan's neck as she kissed him back, losing herself in the moment until her mind snapped into focus and she pulled back alarmed.

'Uhh I think I need to go back to my room' she said, panic rising in her voice as she wrenched herself from Rowan's grasp and sprinted over to the ropes, slipping between them and heading for the basement door, reaching for it as the door opened to reveal Graham on the other side.

Raising his eyebrows, Graham looked from the panicked face of Isabella to the pained look that was on Rowan's.

'Is everything OK here?' he asked worried as his eyes flitted from the one too the other trying to comprehend the tension that was filling the room.

Nodding her head emphatically, Isabella edged round him toward the stairs, 'Yup, i'm fine, everything is fine, just fine, I umm, I just, you know, umm, need a wash and some sleep 'G. You know, training and fighting, it's knocked me right out' she stuttered, giving him a huge fake grin as she grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs behind her without a backwards glance toward the werewolf still stood in the middle of the boxing ring, his eyes locked onto her torso as she ran up the stairs.