Born For The Alpha

Blinded by her tears, Arda did not bother checking out her surroundings until the guard carrying her, kicked a door open and set her upon her feet. Then he backed away from her, let himself out and shut the door behind him.

She rushed back to the door and tried to open it but it did not budge and she knew that she had been locked inside.

Arda wiped her tearful eyes dry with the back of her hand. Feeling like her face was not dry enough from her tears, she lifted the bottom of her pajamas top and wiped it. For the first time, she let her eyes dwell on her surroundings.

The Alpha’s room was not what she expected. Deeming him callous, she expected a bland room but it was far from bland. She had thought it would be featureless and empty or at best, large and disordered but it was not so.

Yes, it was large but it was cozy, pleasantly curtained, immaculate and fragrant. Since the building was a castle, she had expected medieval furnishings but the room was not entirely so. It was modern with conventional touches of rustic baronial décor.

The tiled floor boasted an earthy color and a plush verdant rug of green, occupied the middle of the room. Arda’s eyes fell on the bed pushed up against the wall. Texas king-sized, it was imposing, just like him. The bedposts were burly and made of sleek, well-crafted wood, the foam covered in rumpled sheets of a dark green color.

The room was a bit cold and she could see that it was air-conditioned. She saw a large mahogany table before an ornate dressing mirror. A couple of chairs sat before the table, which was carrying some books and laptop. Curtained, shut doors stood at one end of the room, perhaps the toilet or whatever, she reckoned.

On the walls were several artistic paintings of forest, land and sea as well as wolves.

Slowly, Arda walked over to the large mirror at the table and checked her reflection. She was a mess. Her short hair was ruffled and messy. Her face was pale and her eyes were puffy and red.

Her reflection truly mirrored how deeply she felt. She felt sorely miserable and fearful. She remembered her phone and tapped the side pockets of her pajamas pants. It was not there.

She remembered slipping it into the pocket of her pajamas pants after meeting with Karina but when she felt her pocket, it was empty. Perhaps that Guard must have stolen it somehow.

Arda panicked. How would she reach her family or anyone for help? She wondered. Besides, what exactly would she have said to them? Apparently, some other persons wanted her dead. The Alpha had saved her, but to what end? To be kept imprisoned by him and his bunch of brutes?

For all she knew, he could have staged that incident so that he would have an excuse to take her away. Still, why would he bother with staging an incident in order to take her away? As callous as he was, he could just easily take her away without going through all that drama.

She thought of Karina. Why was Karina taken away? Karina was the only person she knew. She needed Karina and she also needed her phone. Arda’s mind was a whirlwind. She needed answers and she needed them fast.

Arda’s eyes widened as she heard the lock on the door being disturbed. She looked and saw the door widen as it was pushed open.

The Alpha filled the doorway as he let himself inside. Then he shut the door behind him, his gaze upon hers. Her breath caught in her throat as once again, she found herself staring into the beautiful pools of silver that were his eyes.

He took a few steps forward and stood, towering over her. Arda was glad that he didn’t cover the space between them. She feared him. At the same time, she had questions to ask and she knew that he had the answers.

“Am I a prisoner here?”

you

if I can’t just leave.

“No.”

I’m a prisoner,

you can’t

“Then I’m a pri…”

banter words with you.” His tone

“My family…”

in good hands.” He cut in

know she was here? What did he tell them? Did he know them?

you mean by

to know for now.” He

to ignore his words. She lifted her

dangerous. This is your home

school? I have a meeting

twice before lying to me again, Arda.” His

on with her only excuse that might pave

“My supervisor…”

I have your

not go

“What?”

the time for long stories. You need to

“Where is my phone?”

pocket and held it out to her. She recognized her phone. Quickly, she walked up to him and received it. Then just as quickly, she backed away to

you get

car

deliberately refused to offer her thanks. She was upset.

letting her

and furrowing her brows. Her bright brown eyes were piercing and beautiful. He did not know how to be gentle but he found himself wanting to offer her some

how difficult this is for you. But trust me, this is the only

from who?” she

get answers