I woke up,and looked around me then I noticed two things .
One was that was my clothing had been changed am now wearing a crop top and a baggy trouser ,with my hair tied up in a gorgeous ponytail style with a ring in my ring finger that says MY QUEEN.
what in the name of God,have they turned me into, first am an alpha CEO and a boy not a girl and am not married yet for crying out loud.
Secondly I noticed that my phone is now beside the bed, I quickly took it and dialed my mom number.
Duuuuuuu...mmmmmmmmm
" oh god please pick the call mom "
"Hello ,Ali baby,oh my sweet baby where have you been,me your dad and Eliana had been trying to reach you for weeks now "
"But the day your number got through it was a man who picked up the call he said that you and him went for a business trip,that we should not bother you "
This bastard really knows how to manipulate everything and everyone,and now I will have to lie to mom about everything because of her and Dad's health
" yes mom ,am fine and me and Dante are on a business trip to France and sorry for not reaching out to you and dad "
Ok ,it fine " mom said
Bye mom love you
Love you too son The silence in the sitting room taunted me I paced, restless, each step echoing my failure.
My hands trembled not from fear, but fury and I clenched them tight, fighting the urge to break something.
I need to ask that kidnapper what really happened after my attempt to get out of this prison, and who bath me abd who the hell Change my clothing to that of a female.
The fancy surroundings,carved shelves, my sculpture that is made with gold and sliver , silk curtains,meant nothing but a reminder that am still trapped by Dante. Golden chains, all of it. The scent of leather and rain mixed with Dante's lingering cologne made my stomach churn.
I wanted to tear the place apart. Last night's screw-up burned through my veins.
My body still remembered the bond's
punishment ,the fire that had ripped through every nerve when I'd tried to bolt.
My pride, the only thing I had left, felt shattered.
But rage kept me on my feet. The door opened, I didn't need to look, I felt him before I saw him.
The air shifted ,colder, thicker. My instincts screamed, the bond thrummed. Dante walked in, smooth as silk, a man who never had to announce himself.
His suit was perfect, his face unreadable, his presence absolute. My lip curled.
"You think you can cage me and I'll just roll over?
You think this… thing between us makes me yours?
"Am not your play toy " My voice came out low and venomous whip laced with pride and defiance.
I let my Alpha pheromones of Honey and strawberry fill the room, thick and suffocating.
The air crackled, the furniture creaked under the weight of it. Any other man would've dropped to his knees.
Dante didn't even blink.
He just stood there,watching,Silent,that calmness was worse than any insult.
It stripped me bare, like punching into a void and hearing nothing back.
My chest heaved.
"Look at me and Submit! I roared.
My command lashed out, raw and demanding.
Still nothing. His dark eyes gleamed—not with fear, not with anger, but with patience. Infuriating, inhuman patience.
The kind that made my skin crawl.
He was humoring me. Waiting for me to tire myself out like a child throwing a tantrum.
What in the world is he?
I took a step forward,then another.
The air between us tightened, alive with tension.
"You think silence is gonna save you?
"You think you can just stare at me like I'm something you own?
" And who dared to bath me and change my clothes "?
" What happened last night '?
Dante's voice, when it finally came, was calm.
"Wow, my queen," he said softly, almost amused.
"You ask so many questions." He took a step closer.
I felt it in my bones before I saw it.
"But don't worry," he continued, unhurried.
"I already know which ones matter."
My skin prickled.
"Last night," he said, as if recounting something trivial, "you exhausted yourself trying to run."
His gaze dipped briefly, clinical.
"You fainted."
The word landed heavier than a blow.
"I carried you," he went on.
"I washed the blood off your skin. I dressed you."
A pause.
"I chose those clothes because they suited you.
Because I wanted to see you in them." My stomach turned.
"I styled your hair," he added, almost thoughtfully.
"You were very quiet then,so obedient."
I felt something inside me fracture.
"And the ring?"
His eyes flicked to my hand.
"That isn't decoration. It's a reminder."
He leaned in just enough for his presence to suffocate.
"Of what you are becoming."
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off without raising his voice.
"Silence won't save you," he said gently.
"Resistance won't either."
Then, finally, his gaze locked onto mine unwavering, possessive, ancient.
"You see, my queen… I didn't take you."
My blood ran cold.
"I claimed you five years ago."
The air seemed to collapse.
"You were always meant to be mine. Alone."
A faint smile curved his lips.
"And I don't share what belongs to me."
That sentence didn't just shatter my control. It erased it.
What the hell he is a pervert
Yes I am
What the fuck,can you hear my thoughts "
Yeah" as far as am close to you I can hear your thoughts .
I lunged.
My fist aimed straight for his jaw.
I didn't just want to hurt him; I wanted to break him.
To see that calm expression crack.
To make the untouchable man bleed. But my fist never landed. The bond snapped tight an invisible wire coiling around me, dragging me backward. Agony tore through me ,pure, vicious, merciless. It wasn't just pain; it was violation. My body seized.
My lungs locked up.
My knees slammed into the floor, the sound echoing through the silence. White light exploded behind my eyes. I screamed a raw, strangled sound that barely felt human. The pain wasn't just physical. It was emotional—a tearing, burning rejection from the bond itself.
The harder I fought, the deeper it sank its claws. I gasped for air, trembling, convulsing. Through it all, I felt Dante's pulse. Steady. Composed. Dominant.
A reminder that the bond wasn't just between us it belonged to him.
Then came the footsteps. Slow. . Inevitable. He came closer until his shadow fell over me. I forced my head up, fury swimming behind my blurred vision.
Sweat dripped down my temples. I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue.
Dante crouched in front of me calm, precise, deliberate.
He didn't raise a hand. He didn't strike. He just looked at me, his eyes unreadable dark and endless.
"My queen, just stop resisting me that is the only way to get the bond not to punish you"
"Over my dead body,I will rather die than be claim by you "
The silence stretched, suffocating. And I realized, with cold, crushing clarity, that this wasn't about Dante.
The pain, the collapse,it all came from the bond.
A living chain forged the moment our souls touched. It protected him. Punished me
. Enforced the one truth I couldn't stomach: no violence could pass between us without destroying me. The pain faded slowly, leaving tremors behind.
My body sagged. My breath came in ragged gasps. My Alpha pride the thing that defined me lay shattered on the floor. I couldn't touch him in anger.
I couldn't even hate him properly without the bond bleeding punishment through my veins. Hopelessness crept in, heavier than any chain.
My mind whispered treason against itself:
Maybe he's right. Maybe I can't fight this. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then his voice soft, controlled, almost gentle cut through the silence.
"This isn't about choice, Alistair. It never was." Just accept the bond my queen I don't like seeing you get hurt" He stood, his gaze lingering one last time cool, certain, infinite ,before he turned and walked away without a backward glance.
" And I will say it over and over again,you will only claim me over my dead body " I stayed on the floor long after the door closed.
The fury still burned, but it no longer roared. It flickered,weak, hollow, directionless.
And in its place, something darker began to bloom,a cold, unfamiliar ache that tasted dangerously like surrender. I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to give in.
I had to find a way to break this bond, to reclaim my life, to become my own person again. I thought of my family. My bestie.
The people I'd left behind.
I couldn't let them down. I wouldn't. I opened my eyes, my gaze hardening.
I might be trapped for now, but I wouldn't stay that way forever.
I would observe. I would learn. And I would wait for my opportunity. And when it came, I would be ready. I pushed myself to my feet, my body trembling, but my resolve firm.
I walked to the window and stared out at the city lights each one a spark of hope in the dark.
I would find a way to extinguish Dante's control, even if it meant sacrificing everything. I turned from the window and moved toward the door, my steps steady, deliberate.
I had a war to plan, and I wasn't going to waste another moment wallowing in despair. At the threshold, I paused, my hand hovering over the handle. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever came next. Then, I opened the door and stepped out into the Dante's bedroom.