Chapter 14

The streets were empty and cold. The Alpha didn't take me back to the whorehouse, instead he drove elsewhere. I bit the inside of my cheek in silence, wondering if I was going to be taken straight to my death now. But if he wanted to kill me, he would've already.

I always suspected the worst in people.

The house was familiar when the car came to a halt near the garage where I had once been in. Then, I was fleeing from the men who had bought me here in their car without my knowledge. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was better to go back to the whorehouse. It was slightly safer there than being in a house where there was no other women in sight.

The Alpha killed the engine and stepped out.

I eased my breath and followed him. He didn't look back to see if I was behind him knowing I couldn't really run, not with him catching me every single time. Not once I managed to run. Why?

The men near to the door didn't even glance at my direction as I went inside the cold, empty house. It was dark inside, darker than the night. My eyes darted around. It was quieter then before. The last time I was here, I remembered several men walking in and out.

It was even more busier than the whorehouse.

"Keep moving." His voice grabbed my attention.

I stepped out of my trance and followed him while shoving back all the dreadful thoughts that surfaced. Maybe he wouldn't—kill me. But his actions, his words, his demeanour, it was all wild. I just hoped I still had my luck clinging onto me.

We stepped up the stairs. They were slightly bigger than the ones in the whorehouse. Just when we reached up stairs, there was a man waiting. Before I slammed my face into the Alpha's back, I stopped just a moment after he did.

Their gazes met.

The Alpha then turned to me and said, "Go into that room."

Just down the hallway, there was a room, the door open and inviting. I stepped up on the last stair and headed inside while he remained outside. My heart finally stopped beating so frantically and I caught my breath when I entered the room.

It was a bedroom.

Was I meant to stay here now? Was he going to lock me in here? I truly didn't meant to run from the whorehouse. I left with the intentions of returning.

"...whoever's here, let them know..." I heard his voice from outside the room. He spoke with that man near the staircase. Reaching closer to the door, I hoped to hear more and maybe ease some of my thoughts. "Hands to yourself. If anyone dares to touch her, I'll take your life and be wary of it."

My pulse raced when I heard the Alpha's footsteps reaching toward the room. I turned away from the door and looked at the blank wall in front of me. He was going to keep me here.

For what?

Dinner?

My throat tightened as his presence invaded the small room. The door slammed shut behind me. I didn't turn until a moment later. Fear ran through me as my gaze met with his. Darkness brimmed in his eyes, they were pitch black, and dull, staring through me. What was it about him? He had a face of a devil yet there was something more. I only recalled the moment at the graveyard, when he had forced me to shoot at him. Who in the right mind would want to be shot? And for what?

He stepped forward, closer to me. There was less distance between us now. I tried to look away from him, but I was captured.

Now, barely an inch away, he said, "Don't move."

I didn't.

His hand raised and moved behind my neck before his head titled. I gazed up at him through my lashes and his eyes lowered to my neck. I stilled. Every nerve in my body froze. He leaned inward, burying his face in my neck. My breaths raced while warm knots twisted in my stomach.

He inhaled sharply.

My thoughts reeled. The possibilities. No. It couldn't be.

I closed my eyes tight while my brows furrowed at his movements. The tip of his nose brushed against my neck, causing a chill to run down my spine. My body became tensed as his fingers reached for the buttons of the coat. His face moved. I caught a glimpse of the lust brimming in his eyes. For what?

Me.

My head tilted toward him, our lips only inches away from meeting. Fear and confusion, both, drummed in my heart. His hand reached forward to my face, brushing against my cheek.

"What are you—"

"Shh."

I stilled as he drew his thumb over my lower lip. My mouth parted. Was he going to kiss me? I didn't know, but I wanted to. His mouth inched closer before meeting with mine for a small gentle kiss, barely even lasting a moment. My heart beat faster and faster at the anticipation growing.

I lay my mouth back over his and his hand went to my lower back, pressing stiffly. This kiss wasn't chaste.

The rest of the buttons of my coat came undone and he slipped it off my shoulders, letting it fall onto the ground before he moved me against the wall. Cold air gripped onto me and I shivered. His fingers buried deeper into my cheeks as he held my face in his hand.

What was I doing?

What was he doing?

He breathed into our kiss before pulling away. When he did, his eyes had changed colors, gone from pitch-black to a dark dangerous shade of red that resembled the blood moon. His hand moved away.

My nipples were hard against the satin night-wear I had borrowed from Angel. My chest rose and dropped at what had happened. Never in my entire life I had been kissed before, not by a man and not on the lips. I placed my finger over my lips, touching them as he stepped away from me.

"Take a shower," he said while opening the door to the bathroom. "I'm going to watch."

Pressure rose inside me—somewhere. I didn't know. I moved away from the wall and walked into the bathroom. The sensation of his mouth against mine still lingered over my lips. He stepped in, following me and sat down near to the bath.

Across the bath, there was a shower and just the thought of someone watching me as I showered made me quiver but at the same time it tightened some of my nerves. I began to question my sanity as I pulled the strap down of the night-wear and bare my shoulders.

His eyes were on me, piercing through me. They were everywhere. On my body, on my chest, and on my face. Blood rushed to my cheeks when I let the night-wear drop onto the ground. My hair fell over my shoulders, and I pushed them back, wanting him to see everything.

Countless thoughts raced in my mind when I turned on the water. It was ice-cold at first, but became warm and hot in matter of seconds. Just as I did...

Before stepping under the water, I turned to him. His eyes were now dark as usual.

"Isn't your mate going to be—"

Before I had the chance to finish, he cut me off, "I don't have one."

The water flowed over my hair and my body as I stepped underneath it. An ache rose in my lower belly and it was unfamiliar but I knew what it was and where it was coming from.

Lust.

My hands ran down my body and I closed my legs together before relaxing into the silence and the warmth of the night. Water dripped from my breasts and onto the ground. My nipples were hard as they were exposed. I cleaned myself off from all the dirt and mud which had clung onto my skin. Instantly, I felt relieved even when there was someone watching me.

Oddly, it wasn't unsettling.

His eyes didn't leave my body, not even for a moment. He shifted over his seat when I rose my hands and washed my hair before turning off the water and stepping on the dry surface ahead.

He rose a moment later and grabbed a towel from the side before coming closer to me.

"Turn."

I turned against him and saw my reflection in the large mirrors in front of me. He wrapped the towel around my body before moving my wet hair to the side and lowering his head to the nape of my neck once more.

Another inhale.

My brows furrowed. I looked at him through the mirrors and when he moved back, his expression was tight as if he had just became aware of something he didn't want to be.

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