I woke up to see the same prison cage that Dante had put me in
.
he actually called this a bedroom,metcheww this is a prison for God sakeI went into the bathroom.
I saw a lot of supplies,my honey scented oil and soap,my glove sponge i usually used while bathing,my cat shaped toothbrush,my black and red mickey mouse bathroom slippers.
Even my favorite goku towel
wait a minute,how did all these things get here ,how did that useless good for nothing dante knew all these?
It can only happen if he had been stalking me for years to know my preference.
Oh God what kind of psychopath have I offended
I did my morning routine and I went out to the closet room.
I saw nothing about my clothing there.
is this guy for real, what am I supposed to wear,am i supposed to stay naked in this room,he is getting on my nerves way too much ,I need to get him on the right path
I saw a pair of small shorts and his t shirt.
I have no other options if not for me not wanting to stay naked I wouldn't have wrong his stinky clothes.
I seriously need to talk to him .
About my clothing and that i seriously need to call my parents and Eliana to tell them ,that am alright that there is nothing to worry about .
but there is something to still worry about because am staying in the same house with a psychopath who is very hot and handsome but being hot and handsome doesn't give him the right to kidnap me!
I went to the door,and starting hitting it.
"Hello ,I want to talk to your useless good for boss ,get me out of here I need to tell him something very important "
" We can't let you go ,we are sorry sir but order from above " the guards shouted from outside.
"Seriously,I will teach you all a lesson, listen am your boss mate so that means am the queen of this penthouse,so do your self a favor and open this door right now "
But I heard no response from them,it is was like everywhere was quite and I heard the click of Dante bedroom opening,but nobody was there ,so i saw this as an opportunity to go and talk to dante.
I stood frozen in the corridor, the guards all bowing down to me and calling me queen.
wow ,I never knew that being called a queen is a good thing until now ,I felt so good…Alistair don't forget your mission about talking to Dante .
I inhaled slowly, deliberately.
Stop being afraid. Be strong. Don't submit. Alphas are meant to lead, not kneel.
Nathan, Dante's unnervingly silent assistant, fell into step beside me.
"The study is this way, queen," he said, voice flat and precise.
Seriously , why is he calling me that,am a guy,you know
I nodded, my hand tightening around the door's handle until my knuckles turned white.
This was it: the confrontation I'd both dreaded and prepared for.
Every instinct screamed at me to turn and run, but a subtle, magnetic force pulled me forward, threatening to unravel me before a single word was spoken.
I pushed the door open.
The study was a shrine to Dante's power.
Tall bookshelves under the weight of ancient volumes, carefully placed art adorned the walls, and a massive desk commanded the view of the city
Like a throne overlooking his kingdom.
The air itself felt heavy, designed to intimidate.
He sat behind the desk, utterly still, his golden eyes locking onto me the moment I crossed the door.
Every muscle in my body screamed for submission.
I won't yield.
"I trust you understand why you're here," he said,
I straightened my shoulders, forcing my defiance into my posture.
" I need to know why you were able to get everything I always use in the bathroom but you were not able to get me my clothing"
" Ahhh,I need to see you in my clothes ,and I need to see your sexy bare legs,I feel thrive as the only person fortunate enough to see you like this"
" To bad that the guards who you put to monitor me all saw me like this , so you are not the only person to do that" .
" I know that,that is why I fired all of them and replaced them before you got here .
"you see as a queen the guards were supposed to bow their heads and their eyes shut down from looking at you, because you are mine "
Oh chim oo ,that was hot
" Don't backtrack from the question.
"so why have you not allowed me to call my parents and Eliana to tell them am alright and am already missing them"
" Don't worry my queen,I have already done that for you,I don't want you to stress your self" .
"So I have called your parents and Eliana and tell them that you are staying here for the time being".
" Are you for real,am I not accepting that nonsense that you are saying, and who in the world gave you the right to call my parents and how did you know my password ?
"That is a question for another day,you won't understand what is happening right now until then"
"I understand enough to know that whatever game you're playing, I won't participate.
I'm not your prisoner. I'm not… anyone's possession."
A faint smirk touched his lips, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
"You are mine, Alistair, you have always been mine "
My heart hammered in my ears thump thump thump thump.
"I hope you don't have a problem with understanding words when I clearly said I don't belong to you,"
"That is not a question,you see Alistair,what Dante wants ,Dante gets , even hades the god of the underworld can't take you away from me "
" You are a psychopath! " I shouted with tears in my eyes
" I know that,but this psychopath also loves you too much that I will burn the world for you "
"I am not yours! I belong to no one!" I roared, my knees buckling.
A shiver ran through my spine.
Every instinct that had once made me a predator now turned against me, pulling me toward him against my will.
I took a step closer, trying to regain control, but his gaze held me captive unblinking, magnetic.
Our knees brushed as I reached for a document scattered on his desk.
The slightest contact with his hand sent a jolt through me, igniting something I couldn't name, couldn't deny.
I snatched my hand back as if burned.
"You…" I began, my voice tight, trembling. "You can't do this."
"You cannot resist what is already inevitable "
His fingers brushing mine as he offered me a glass of water.
The gesture was casual, almost dismissive, but every movement showed possession.
"Who are you to decide whether I can resist this bond or not?
His eyes softened,just enough to make my stomach explode with butterflies.
"You are… remarkable. Special," he murmured.
The words resonated deep within me, making me acutely aware of my own heartbeat thump thump thump thump., my cheeks flushed pink and hot .
I hated how easily he could affect me.
"And you are a bloody bastard who knows nothing apart from kidnapping!"
My fists clenching, nails digging into the soft fabric of my borrowed pant.
The silence that followed crackled with unspoken claims and suppressed desires.
My mind raced with strategies, escape routes, any way to regain control but every thought only accelerated my pulse, betraying me further.
My eyes caught on a small, antique paper knife on his desk.
A desperate plan began to form in my mind.
Dante leaned back in his chair, a simple motion that sent a wave of dizziness through me.
"You may go," he said abruptly, tone dismissive.
No invitation to sit. No offer of comfort. Just a cold dismissal laden with inevitability.
"And who are you to order me around?" I snapped, stumbling toward the door.
I nearly tripped over the edge of the expensive rug, my balance momentarily lost.
"I do not like to repeat myself," Dante growled, his eyes narrowing.
"You can't keep doing this and get away with it!"
I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing in the silence.
Alone in the corridor, I pressed my hands against the cool wall, trying to steady myself.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of the smooth marble floor beneath my fingertips.
I whispered under my breath, voice tight with frustration and a disturbing hint of hope,
"I am not his. I will never be his. I am my own person. I am the master of my destiny. I refuse to bow to him."
But when I glanced down at my wrist, I saw it: the faint, almost imperceptible glow pulsing beneath my skin,the mark of the bond.
It was a brand, a claim, a constant reminder of my captivity.
Heat kicked at my pulse, and a shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with fear.
Somewhere deep inside, a terrifying truth took root: I couldn't escape Dante.
Not now. Not ever.
I leaned my forehead against the cool wall, fighting back a wave of nausea.
I thought of my family—of the life that had been stolen from me.
I had to find a way out of this.
And yet, in the deepest, most hidden corners of my mind, I admitted a horrifying, impossible desire.
I hate him. I hate him for taking me from my family. I hate him for caging me.
But… part of me already wants him.
I shoved the thought away, disgusted with myself.
I couldn't afford to feel anything for Dante.
It would be my undoing.
I straightened, taking a deep breath.
I had to focus. I had to find a way to break this bond, to escape his clutches, to reclaim my life.
I would use his arrogance against him.
I would pretend to submit to play along until I found my opportunity.
I glanced back at the study door, my eyes narrowing..
This wouldn't be easy.
Dante was powerful, ruthless, and completely obsessed with me.
But I was determined.
I would not be broken.
I would not be owned.
I would fight until my last breath.
Outside, the city moved slowly with life, oblivious to the war raging within the penthouse walls.
Sirens wailed in the distance, a dog barked, and faint music drifted up from the streets below.
Life went on, even as my world had been turned upside down.
And somewhere behind that door, Dante's lips were probably curling into a satisfied smile knowing the game had only just begun.
I could almost imagine him swirling a glass of whiskey, savoring the taste of my defiance.
He thought the bond was unbreakable.
He thought he'd already won.
But he was wrong.
The hunt was on and this time, I'd make sure he was the one cornered.