I was running through an unknown palace,so beautiful, searching for Dante
."
Alistair, Alistair,am here "
" where ? I shouted.
" Here" he said,
Then all of a sudden I saw myself in a room filled with roses,the sky was black.
The all surrounding was filled with mirrors , Dante passed through the room,his shadow showed up on every mirror in the room.
" Are you wearing this for me ,it makes you look sexy and cute,are you seducing me?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Then looked down at my body.
I was no longer wearing Dante's clothes.
I was now in my office t-shirt with a garter belt from my hand to my thigh.
What the hell am I wearing for God sake.
Dante, where are you?
He appeared at my back with his huge
hands on my waist,he whispered to my ears
"oh god you are so sexy that i feel like eating you up"
Then he tossed me on the bed filled with roses I woke to a silence that felt like a physical weight. I felt the bedsheets that was covering me,I opened it ,then I realized that I got boner
God,this is so embarrassing,like the f*ck did my body react like the dream was real,it felt too real .
Morning light spilled through the penthouse windows.
But its brightness couldn't nurse the uneasiness in my chest.
Well that was a weird thing to dream about I sat up slowly, muscles tight, heart hammering a frantic rhythm ,thump thump thump not just fear, though that was part of it.
Something else lingered. A shadow. A scent. A presence. Dante. It wasn't just a dream. It was like he was still here, pressed against the edges of my mind a mental fingerprint.
I couldn't scrub away no matter how hard I tried. My pulse jumped, heat spreading beneath my cheeks. It's just stress. A reaction. My body being stupid. But I knew it was more. I went to bathroom,to do my morning routine.
Then looked at the mirror,i was shocked because my neck was filled with hickeys.
What the fuck,I thought it was just a dream ,was Dante truly in my room last night…. Wait ooo it was his bedroom after all so he has every right to enter , but he doesn't have any right to touch me !!
I moved through the suite with deliberate calm, every movement measured, every breath controlled. Alpha training. The space was big and luxurious Reinforced windows gleamed under the sunlight.Doors locked tight, guards stationed outside , even the air vents were sealed.
Every inch of this place screamed control.
Dante's control. I ran my hands along the polished surfaces tables, desks, ornaments testing edges, searching for a weakness.
A weapon, I needed something, anything that can save me away from this psychopath.
Then I saw a study table at the window side ,with a glass sculpture of me that was designed with silver and gold.
I froze.
ooh my lord ,Dante is stupidly obsessed with everything about me,why would any man go to this extent for a stranger.I went close to the sculpture, looking around for anything that could help me.
I accidentally shifted it.
The wall slid.
What I thought was a window dissolved into a hidden door.
My breath hitched.
I stepped inside.
Curiosity kills the cat but the cat must first understand the source of its doom.
The room swallowed me whole.
The walls.
Every single wall.
Covered.
With me.
Photos I'd never posed for. Photos taken from angles that made my skin crawl sleeping, laughing, frowning, distracted, unaware.
Moments I didn't remember being watched.
Clothes I'd lost years ago,accessories I thought were gone forever.
Objects from my university years.
Things I had forgotten even existed.
My chest tightened.
This wasn't admiration.
This was obsession.
Then I saw the bed.
It was buried under roses ;red, black, white mixed with flowers I couldn't even name.
The scent was overwhelming, thick, suffocating, like devotion rotting into madness.
At the center of the bed sat a book.
My hands trembled as I lifted it.
Leather-bound, Heavy.
Warm like it had been touched recently.
On the cover, written in gold and red:
ALI : MY QUEEN.
My stomach dropped.
I opened the first page
Glass shattered somewhere in the main room.
The sound exploded through the silence.
I froze.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
He was back.
The crash shattered the silence, shards scattering across the marble floor. Then came the pain. A sharp, searing agony ripped through my chest, down my arms like invisible whips. Ahhhh, clutching my heart as my knees buckled.
Every nerve screamed. My vision swam.
I fought to stay conscious, to not give him the satisfaction of seeing me break even if he wasn't here in person. Rage, frustration, humiliation , a suffocating desire that burned in my veins. My pride, my Alpha essence, felt flayed open. I collapsed to the floor, trembling, breath ragged. Blood filled my mouth where I'd bitten my lip.
My eyes stung, but I refused to cry. I was trapped not just in this golden cage, but in him. Every instinct I'd relied on , to command, to dominate, to protect was all useless against this… thing and that useless good for nothing kidnapper .
This bond that obeyed no rules. I need to leave here before that good for nothing psychopath comes in to this secret room
I pushed the sculpture back in position,I first saw it . And then I felt him. Dante. Not in the room. Not behind me.
But everywhere. Through the bond. His presence pressed against my mind sharp, merciless, and undeniably possessive.
I felt his hands slid down from my spine to my ass,it tinged with something disturbingly tender. A strange, possessive care that made my stomach twist.
I looked back but I never saw him .
I shivered, disgusted by how intimately I could feel him like my thoughts weren't even my own. You cannot escape, the wave of his intent whispered through me. You are mine.
I was coughing,then I put my hand in my mouth I then saw blood coming out from my mouth . I ran to the bathroom and spat in the sink .
Is this the bond punishing me ,for not accepting that good for nothing kidnapper,oh god why me
My stomach churned. Fear. Revulsion. And something darker. Something I didn't want to name. My body , once my greatest weapon had become a traitor.
I pressed my face to my knees, muttering curses, clawing at the cold marble as if I could dig my way out of my own skin. The city outside hummed on, oblivious. The world spun while mine had stopped frozen in his obsession.
I forced myself to breathe, slow and
deliberate, focusing on the cold floor beneath my palms. There has to be a weakness. Every lock, every guard, every calculated show of dominance they all had limits.
Everything did. I began cataloging every inch of my prison: the guards' positions, the camera angles, the structural flaws in the penthouse. Every detail became part of a silent plan.
"I will find a way," I whispered, my voice shaking but firm.
"I don't care what you are, Dante. I'll make you let me go."
A faint ripple of amusement brushed through the bond like a silent laugh. He'd heard me. He was listening. My fists clenched until my knuckles ached.
I hated that smug satisfaction. Hated that somewhere deep inside… part of me wanted to feel it again. I shoved the thought away, disgusted with myself. Pressing my palm to the marble, I let the chill crawl up my arm, grounding me.
I remembered who I was — an Alpha, not a toy. A leader, not a slave. The fire inside me flared, small but stubborn. I will not bow. I will not submit. Not fully. Not ever.
I began moving through the room again, slower this time, testing everything the strength of the walls, the weight of the furniture. I forced myself to think like a predator again.
But every movement, every breath, reminded me of him the warmth in my chest, the pull low in my gut, the way the air itself seemed to hum with his presence. Then a soft click. I froze.
That wasn't Dante entering. I would've felt it. But I did feel his attention through the bond, a subtle tightening — as though he'd turned his gaze on me from afar. My pulse spiked.
Every instinct screamed fight, but my body trembled, traitorous under that unseen dominance. I turned slowly, scanning the room. Nothing out of place. Shadows stretched long in the morning light.
Then the click came again. Closer. It was coming from the ventilation system. I moved toward it cautiously, my hand hovering over the metal grate. I hesitated… then yanked it open. Inside lay a small, metallic object. A data chip. My heart leaped. A chance. A way out. Somewhere miles away, I knew Dante felt it .
The sudden flare of my pulse through the bond. I could almost see him pausing mid-meeting, his expression calm, detached, but his mind focused entirely on me. Every flicker of resistance, every heartbeat, every spark of defiance , cataloged and savored. He was watching. Always watching.
My chest tightened. I am bound. I am trapped. I am his. Yet even as terror and heat tangled inside my tummy, something stronger rose from it ;defiance.
One day, I would find a way to reclaim myself. One day, I would fight back. Until then, I would endure. Observe. Prepare. The thought sent a shiver down my spine —sharp, electric, dangerous.
My pride, my control, my entire identity was unraveling under the weight of something I couldn't name, couldn't destroy. And I could feel him, somewhere out there smiling. Dante was watching .
But he will regret ever messing with you,when am done with his miserable life