"Alex, when are we leaving?" I scream excitedly. I never thought I would be traveling! I hurriedly pack the clothes I bought from all the stores, along with new makeup, jewelry, and whatever else Alex got me. Honestly, I don't even remember everything, but I know it's all stuffed into my bags. I chuckle, amused that I managed to pack everything in just an hour.
Alex steps into the room with a smirk. "Patience, my mate, patience." He wraps me in a warm hug, pressing a kiss to my forehead before letting go. Grabbing my bags, he heads for the door. "I'll be right back, okay? I need to fill up the gas tank. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."
"Okay!" I beam at him as he leaves.
I flop onto my bed, feeling relaxed and finally happy. Staring at the ceiling, I exhale deeply—but something feels off. A strange unease prickles at my skin. I sit up and walk to the hallway, glancing down the stairs where Alex just left. The house is silent. Too silent.
"Aw, sweetheart, are you looking for me?"
A deep male voice rumbles behind me.
I whirl around, heart pounding. A towering man—easily 6'7—stands there, muscles straining beneath a tight black shirt, his jeans hanging loosely from his hips. His powerful legs ground him with an intimidating presence. But it's his eyes—black and bottomless—that send a chill through me. I scream.
"How did you get in the house? Alex, help me!"
No answer. Just silence.
I bolt for the stairs, but in a blur, he's there. His grip tightens around my waist, trapping me.
"You're very beautiful," he whispers against my ear, his breath hot. "I'm not here to hurt you. My lord says you're special, and he wants to see you."
"Oh, is that so?" I try to stall, praying Alex gets back in time. But this man is impatient.
He turns me around in a crushing bear hug, his strength overwhelming. Before I can fight back, he spreads his massive wings. With a powerful thrust, he launches us into the sky, crashing through the roof. Sharp wooden planks scrape against me, and a warm trickle of blood runs down my temple.
The wind whips past us. We're moving too fast. I can't breathe. His hold is suffocating. My head lolls back, my neck exposed.
He leans in, inhaling deeply before dragging his tongue across my skin. A low moan rumbles from his chest.
"If my master didn't want you, I'd claim you for myself," he murmurs, chuckling darkly.
My vision swims, dizziness overtaking me. The warmth of his body against mine lulls me toward unconsciousness. Maybe if I rest, I can figure out what to do next.
My last thought before everything fades to black:
If this bastard tries anything, I swear, I'll make him regret it.