~ THE ALPHAS SECRET ~

**Authors Note:**

Please be aware that this is the sequel to my first novel - 'The Alphas Game'.

Both stories are of course linked - featuring the same characters as before. However, this story follows the life of Maddison... Kane and Leonis daughter... and her mates struggle.

I can promise this book will not be what you are expecting... but prepare yourself for yet another emotional rollercoaster!

Enjoy x

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Chapter 1

********Coda's POV********

I lay here in her chamber. My breathing heavy and my heart sore from the events that happened roughly an hour ago now...

Left here alone, weak and sickened to my stomach yet again.

I release a painful sigh as I lay on the bed staring up at the dark purple ceiling, trying to compose myself and muster up at least some energy in order to move and get out of this hell hole of a bedroom...

This was becoming more of a struggle for me since she was making me weaker and weaker by the day.

I was now currently almost as weak as a human.

If it hadn't been for my addiction to boxing and visiting the gym to blow off some steam, I would be completely drained by this point...

Well I mean that's a lie. There is all of that but also another important factor, or should I say person, that helps keep my strength up when I need it...

As I stared up at the ceiling, it's dark grim colour resembling how I felt on the inside, I groaned whilst eventually pushing my weight up onto my elbows.

"Fuck" I curse, as a tightening pain shoots through my heart from the slight movement.

I need to regain my composure before any of the other wolves see me like this. I had a reputation after all, despite the fact that I was a slave to her and only her.

I hated admitting the control that such a sickening woman held over me. I didn't like being controlled. It wasn't in my nature to let anyone control me.

But I've had to make an exception in order to survive for all of these years...

She found me when I was only ten and from that point on I was hers.

I'd rather control others. Which is probably why I'm so violent and intimidating to everyone else in this hell hole...

Everyone but her.

Wolves fear me. They fear me because I use them to take my anger out on whenever an opportunity rises.

Sad I know, but how else am I supposed to handle her touching me and messing with my mind...

Her draining me of everything that I'm worth...

The worst part being that she actually refers to herself as my mother.

I press myself up further, my large muscles clenching as I use every one of them to help me achieve such a small action.

I'll need to drink from my mate again...

The thought courses through my mind, making me cringe slightly as that is something that I definitely don't enjoy doing.

"Cody are you gone again or are you still in there?"

I mind-link my wolf, hoping that she hasn't managed to break him away from me just yet...

"Need mates blood again Coda..."

A small sigh is released, the weakness clear in my wolves voice.

He hates what we're about to do to our mate...

Hell I even hate it.

But I refuse to be weak. I refuse for anyone else to see me this weak-

Especially my own mate.

My mate must never think that I'm weak. My mate must never control me the same way that she does and has for most of my life. But most importantly, I must never let her harm my mate.

I need to drink my own mates blood in order to protect her from the power of that bitch... my so called 'mother'.

She must never find out who my mate really is and how royal and rich her own blood is compared to mine...

She may take every bit of self pride that I have, every bit of strength, but she will never ever take away my mate.

I eventually make contact with the dark wood floor beneath the bed, using the post to pull me up so that I was now standing.

I cringe at the action, not liking the draining feeling that pumps around my body as I take a minute to steady my balance.

I take a shaky step, eventually managing to walk slowly after the hour that I had lay there as still as a board, regretting everything that had just happened.

Everything that had happened whilst my mate was four floors below us in the same building.

It was sickening. But I couldn't let it affect me more than it already had.

She couldn't know about me having a mate. I couldn't show her any sign of me liking or caring for another female either.

She should believe that my mate is no more than a slave girl that I use for my own pleasure.

Although I would never actually go as far as to sexually abuse my mate, but as long as she thinks that that's what I use the girl for, then there will be no harm come to her.

As sick and twisted as this whole thing is... I'd still much rather that I be the one to hurt and abuse my mate rather than that bitch...

I was always too hard on my mate... way too hard... I didn't mean it though, but never would I apologise just incase somebody clicked on to what was really going on.

Hell! She doesn't even fucking know that I'm her mate! She's only seventeen and I dread the day that she turns eighteen and realises.

Although she tends to make it harder for me to prepare for that day since she won't ever tell me her birthday. I keep trying to force it out of her in order to prepare myself but she won't tell me which only makes things more difficult.

I groan yet again from frustration, taking shaky steps out of the room and towards my mates cell.

Yes cell.

She only gets out of there whenever I say so since I'm the only one with her room key besides the cook that I assigned to feed her daily.

Though, the cell wasn't the worst thing ever... she has her own double bed and her own bathroom with a shower along with a small closet and a small TV.

I didn't want to seem too generous but at the same time I didn't want to be totally cruel so I told her that I had only gave my mate these privileges as a reward for how well she was meeting my needs in bed...

As sick as that made me feel, that was the only satisfying excuse to tell her.

I wasn't too harsh when I locked my mate away in here... I even buy her new movies to watch every once in a while and many new books to read along with some art supplies for her to sketch and colour in during the day.

She must have over a hundred movies by this point along with lots of books to help pass the many hours that she spends in there.

After all... I brought her here over a year ago now...

The elevator doors ding open to the basement level. The slightly lit room engulfing me as I step out into it along with the strong smell of sex flooding my nostrils coming from the other girls' cells.

This was where all of the rogues kept their 'sex toys' locked away in small bedrooms.

My mate however, was only having to pretend to be one. I didn't actually use her for sexual purposes.

I shoot a stiff nod to a guard standing at the end of the hall, before I muster up every bit of strength that I had left to stand up tall and walk confidently along the hallway- not wanting the guard to spot any signs of weakness.

As I walk along the hall, a door suddenly opens to my left revealing a fellow rogue from our 'pack' as he steps out of the room buttoning the last few buttons to his grey shirt, whilst sporting a sickening smile as he winks at me on exit.

Filthy bastard.

I offer him a stiff nod and a glare as he locks the cell door and heads off out in the opposite direction of me.

I reach the last door. My mates door, and I gulp slightly before pulling out my key and unlocking the room.

Here I go... doing the one thing that I hate having to do...

Draining her of blood the same way that she drains me...