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Music suggestion while you read; Dandelion by Ruth B. It's my favorite music at the moment.❤️

Thinking she could get him to help her, she smiled but her smile fell when she saw his hard stoned face.

"Antonio? Can you not tell Chris about this? I beg of you. Just let me go this once, hmm?" She begged rubbing both palms together.

"I'm sorry Isabelle. I can't do that. You have to return to Chris." He replied with sympathy.

This was his future Luna. She wasn't supposed to be begging him, hence the sympathy in his voice.

"Why? I don't want to go back to place! It's a prison!" She whisper yelled pointing behind her.

"You must go back. Please." He begged.

Isabelle saw that he wasn't going to budge so swirled around him and ran. She hasn't taken five steps when he caught up with her.

"Please forgive me for this." He said and picked her up like a sack of beans over his shoulder and back to the place she ran from.

"No! Stop! Don't take me there! Stop it! Don't! Drop me this instant!" She yelled punching his back.

Antonio kept walking and then after a few minutes he dropped her. Isabelle turned around to see the familiar doorway. She turned and glared at Antonio who bowed his head not meeting her eyes.

"Let's go." He said opening the door which surprisingly opened.

 Isabelle huffed but followed him anyways. She didn't want him carrying her into the house like a sack of beans. That would be so embarrassing for her in front of the buffoon.

Walking to the double door, Antonio knocked and then opened it. He stepped back and nudged his head to Isabelle to go in first.

Isabelle glared at him, balled her fists, and then walked in with her head bowed. Antonio walked in after her and opened his mouth to call Chris.

"Chris?" 

The said man looked up at his mate and beta. With one look, he understood what had happened.

Without further ado, the man behind her walked out of the door closing it behind him.  

Chris stood up and stalked towards her. Grabbing her chin, he said, 

"Darling, do you badly want to go outside and get taken by those men? They would sell you to a pimp house! Why can't you just understand that I'm just trying to keep you safe?! Why can't you just stay here quietly?!"

Isabelle looked up into his eyes. He was taken aback by her boldness. No one ever dared to look into his eyes but it was to be expected after all she was his mate, His equal.

"What good is this place?! At least out there, I won't be confined like a fucking prisoner! I so much hate this place. I can't breathe normally. It's all so suffocating! There's no one to keep me company, no phone, no nothing. You as well, oh yeah, you treat me like I'm some disease that you'll contract if you get close to me. Like a plague! But at least just let me live my normal life. Why can't I just do that?!" She yelled tears trickling down her face.

Chris who couldn't bear to see her cry moved his hands from her chin pulling her into his embrace. She fought against him for a while before she later calmed down and sobbed into his clothes.

"I'll let you go out. I'll give you my phone to use in the meantime. Just please stop crying." He whispered his voice breaking. He leaned to his table and took his phone sliding it into her pocket.

Isabelle snorted and pushed him away. Then she glared at him cleaning her eyes

"It's all your fault! I'm not usually such a crybaby!" She yelled and turned around running out of the room.

Chris looked at her running back till it disappeared behind the door. He then stared and chuckled after a while. Then it transformed into a full-fledged chortle.

He walked back to his chair and settled there resting his head with a smile playing around his lips.

This was progress except for the snort of his clothes. He looked down to see a wet patch on his chest and then smiled listening to her.

"Stupid Monkey. Why did you cry? Now he'll think you're weak." Isabelle said knocking herself and then fell on the bed face flat.

She felt something hit her hips and she looked in her pocket. Then she remembered he had slid his phone into her pocket. 

She brought out the phone and looked at it. She then sighed placed it on the table, glanced at the time which said 1:15, and got off to take a shower.

She sighed and closed her eyes to sleep.

"Why is he still working till this time anyways? I wonder if he doesn't have headaches? That's his own problem." She said and drifted off to sleep.

Chris hearing his mate talk about him working late looked at the time and walked out of the study. He had his shower and went to bed with a smile on his lips.

"Grrrrr!" His alarm yelled as he groaned and reached his hand from under the duvet peeking at the place the sound was coming from. It said 6:30 in red.

He pressed the button on the alarm and got up. He had his shower and did his stuff and then wore his gym clothes before heading downstairs.

After 30 minutes of exercise, he reached into his pocket for his phone before he remembered he had given it to his mate. 

He then walked to the Kitchen and brought out the ingredients to make chicken and Waffles. He soon got to work.

Isabelle's alarm went off at exactly 7:00 am. She groaned and then shut it off covering her head with her pillow.

Unfortunately, out of her blindness she had pressed the snooze button so after 5 minutes, the alarm went off again.

She screamed into her bed trashing her feet about before she sat up with her knees on the bed. Her hair was disheveled as it covered all of her face.

She glared at the alarm clock pressing the right button hardly before rolling her eyes and then got off the bed. 

She went to the bathroom, had a shower, and then brushed her teeth all she did while humming the tune of Dandelions by Ruth B. {Have you guys heard that song? I recommend it to you. You're gonna love it! (•‿•)}

She went out of her bedroom and wore a black top with white shorts. She stood in front of her vanity and looked at herself. Her cheeks were becoming chubbier, she noticed. She puffed her mouth and then pushed it up with her hands letting it fall by itself. She had to reduce her eating.

"Hmm. What should I do with this hair? Should I tie it I'm a ponytail or just leave it?" She twitched her mouth.

She walked out of the bedroom with her hands in her shorts pocket. On reaching the top of the stairs, her nose picked up a sweet smell. She walked quickly down the stairs where she saw Chris making waffles. By his right was a frying pan with fire underneath it and there was a full chicken in it. 

His biceps flexed as he flipped the waffles and kept an eye on the chicken as well. The gym clothes he was wearing weren't working either.

She rolled her eyes at her ogling and turned around to leave. Yeah, he had a great body, so what?

Chris sensed his mate Vanilla's scent since the moment she stepped into the kitchen and felt sad when he heard her retreating footsteps. Why he was sad, he had no idea.

"Isabelle." She heard before she took the first step which made her freeze. He had never ever called her by her name before since she got here. 

She was surprised he even knew her name. Well, it figures, even Dolores knew her name and she had never met her before.

"Umm. I made breakfast." He said.

The breakfast did smell inviting but it didn't change the fact that she didn't like the person that made it. But the poor, innocent chicken and waffles. 

She whipped her head and her body followed.

"I'm surprised you even know my name." She said harshly crossing her arms.

"I... Look, I know I've hurt you since you came like locking you in, avoiding you, and not giving you an explanation but I really really do have a reason for doing that. But that's not the point right now, the point is... I'm asking for your forgiveness. Please, Isabelle, forgive me." He said and then bit his lip waiting for her response.

"Why should I forgive you? Just tell me one good reason as to why I should forgive you." She said glaring at him and making a gesture with her index finger to emphasize her one.

"Just... please do. I'll do anything to make you forgive me. Hmm? Please?" Chris said stepping towards her.

Isabelle loosened her arms and kept them by her side before closing her eyes. He was really desperate for her forgiveness. She might be hard on the surface but she was as fluffy as cotton candy on the inside. 

She opened her eyes before saying,

"I'm only putting you on probation. Then I'll tell you when I have forgiven you." 

"Yes. That's fine as well. I'll take it. I promise to behave myself. Thank you." He said smiling.

'Thump! Thump! Thump!' His smile made her heart speed pick up its beat. She frowned and looked away from his smile. His smile was contagious somehow making a small smile appear on her lips. She cleared her throat to cover the smile and turned to move back upstairs.

"Isabelle? Where are you going?" He asked. 

Something about the way he called her made a cold shiver run down her spine just like the first days she saw him.

She whipped her head around and said "to my room obviously." 

"I made breakfast for you." He said pointing behind him awkwardly and rubbing the back of his neck.

Isabelle glanced at the made waffles and sighed.

"Just this once." She said turning again for the third time that morning. But who was she fooling? 

Chris grinned and walked back to the kitchen and back to the frying pan still on the gas cooker. He flipped it for a while and then pulled out the fully fried chicken.

He placed three waffles on a plate and then cut the meatiest part of the chicken placed it on it and placed it in front of Isabelle who was sitting at the breakfast bar.

"What topping would you like?" He asked.

"What are my options?" Isabelle asked.

"We've got Peanut Butter and Jelly, Blueberries and Yoghurt, Peaches and Honey, Whipped cream and Chocolate Syrup, Ice cream and Chopped nuts and Buttermilk Syrup." He listed.

"Oh. I'm going with... Buttermilk Syrup." Isabelle said.

"Coming right up." He said turning around to open the cabinet doors. Isabelle couldn't help but let out a chuckle. 

They were behaving like they were in a fancy restaurant where Chris was the waiter while she was the rich lady. Chris whipped his head back and raised a brow at her. She cleared her throat and looked away.

Chris's lips fell in a flat line as he turned away. Great. When she wanted to laugh, he just had to ruin it. He really felt like slapping himself to punish him. He deserved it.

He pulled out the bottle of Buttermilk Syrup and placed it in front of her with a fork by its side.

He then sat down looking at her as she spread the syrup on the waffle and chicken.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked as she used her index to clean the excess syrup off the mouth of the bottle and then into her pink lips. She stuck out her tongue to lick the ones on her lips which made Chris gulp hard.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked her voice jolting him back to reality. She had placed the bottle of Buttermilk Syrup down. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly and shook his head.

"I just want to know how it's going to taste. I don't guarantee myself a really good cook." He said.

"Oh. So you want me to taste it and then tell you how it tastes?" She asked and Chris nodded.

She nodded as well and used her fork to cut a small portion of the chicken and waffle and then placed it into her mouth. She ate and then moaned softly immediately after.

"This is so delicious!" She gushed raising a thumb before awkwardly dropping it and looking elsewhere eating her delicious breakfast.

"Thanks." He replied and then moved to grab a plate, placed his waffles and chicken before spreading yogurt, and then added blueberries on it. He settled down and held his fork sitting opposite Isabelle while they ate in silence.

After eating, Isabelle stood to clear her dishes while Chris moved his hands to pick hers as well. Their hands met and she looked up before shaking her head.

"You cooked. The least I could do is do the dishes." She said and pulled the plate and his walking towards the sink.

Chris looked at his hand. She didn't feel the spark? It was their first contact. 

He turned on his chair to see her pulling the apron on and then wore the rubber gloves. He stood up and walked to her side.

"I'll help." He said.

"I'm fine. I can wash two dishes, a frying pan, and a waffle iron on my own." She said.

"I insist. I'm on probation, remember?" He said. She looked at him and then at the dishes before she sighed.

"Fine." She replied turning on the faucet. After they washed the dirty utensils, Isabelle thanked him for the breakfast and returned to her room without a word.

Chris sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. Then he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. 

His head whipped in the direction where he saw his mate coming down with a phone in her hand. His phone.

"I... I wanted to use it and found out I didn't know the password." She said waving the phone.

"Oh. It's... Isabelle." He stuttered looking at his hands.

"You're calling my name too often today." She said.

"No, I meant the password is Isabelle," Chris said turning red.

She stared at him for a while before bringing the phone up and typing in her name. Surprisingly, the phone unlocked making her look up at Chris again.

She opened her mouth to ask why her name was his password but her subconscious mind beat her to it.

'What if he knows another Isabelle? There are over 2,000 Isabelle in Boston. Don't get ahead of yourself.' 

'I guess.' She replied and closed her mouth muttering thanks and walked to the sitting room settling on a loveseat chair.

She surfed the phone before she opened a game. The game was about making words from unscrambled words.

She was required to make 15 words. She had successfully gotten 14 and remained just one. 

"Mate." She heard from behind her. She jumped up in surprise and looked back.

She blinked when she saw it was Chris. She turned her head back and crossed Mate. 

The congratulations blew up at once as she smiled at it. She pressed the continue button and Chris chipped in once in a while.

'Alpha. Your attention is needed.' Antonio said in the mind link.

'Can't you handle it?' He asked.

'I tried. They insisted on seeing you.' He replied.

'What's the matter?' He asked glancing at the game.

'The drug dealers of...' Antonio said but was cut off by Chris

'I'll be right there.'

'Yes, Alpha.' He said and Chris cut off the mind link.

"I... I have to go." Chris said suddenly.

She whipped her head around and nodded. She turned forward and continued her game. Chris nodded and walked off to change his clothes.

Hold on, was he going to lock the door again? She looked to the double door leading outside and frowned.

She stood up to go outside before Chris would come back downstairs. She stood up and walked towards the door. She pulled it but the door was locked.

So much for him letting her go out. 

She rolled her eyes and sat back down. She would find another way to get out.

Chris came fully dressed in a dark blue shirt and black trousers.

He walked to the door and opened it with a key he brought from his pocket. He opened it and slid out the door. 

Isabelle jumped up immediately after the door sounded indicating it was closed. She walked to the door again, twisted the knob, and pulled the door. This time it opened.

Chris didn't lock her in. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked out enjoying the scene outside.

She smiled and walked further. Chris stood near the pack house that wasn't so far away from his house looking at his mate. 

He pushed his hands into his pocket and pulled out the key. He frowned and threw the key away. He then looked up and saw her smile which automatically brought a smile to his face as well.

He walked off to the pack house.

"Alpha." Antonio greeted and gestured the way to the dungeon.

Chris cracked his knuckles and kept a stone face. They walked down the dark stairs and then to a row of cages. 

Screams of men being tortured filled his ears as he kept a grim face. They finally stopped in front of a door as Antonio pushed it open.

The smiling Chris was long gone replaced with a heartless, wicked beast. In the room was a man with only his pants on having been beaten badly with blood and slashes across his body was on his knees with both arms spread apart and held in a shackle with his head down probably worn from the tiredness. He had passed out.

Antonio nodded his head while Chris sat down in the chair that was just a few meters away from the passed-out figure.

With the signal from Chris, the other two men in the room on each side of the man poured cold water on him jolting him awake. He looked around the room before his eyes settled on Chris. 

"What do you want?" Chris asked in a cold voice.

The man felt a chill run down his spine. Not from the cold water but from the coldness of the man's eyes and voice. But he couldn't get afraid now.

He has to relay the message.

"Where's our little Isabelle? She didn't come with you?" He taunted.

Chris clenched his fist but didn't say anything.

"Pity. The message was meant for her." He continued.

"What do you want?" Chris asked again.

"A message from my boss. He asked me to tell you... You can't hide her forever. She was ours to begin with and we'll claim what belongs to us. He should be with her right now. I wonder what he's doing with her right now." He said and then threw himself into a fit of laughter. 

Chris stood up and brought out his claw and then, "swish!" It flew across the man's neck.

"You... can't...save...her...It's...too...late." He spluttered but he couldn't stop the blood from rushing. He laughed for a while and then spluttered before he grew silent.

Chris wiped his hand with a cloth and stormed out of the room. He ran home at full speed keeping his wolf at bay just ready to come jumping out at any sign of threat.

"Isabelle?! Isabelle?! Answer me! Isabelle?!" He yelled walking around the room.

No one replied to him. He pulled at his hair and let out a scream slumping on the chair.

Where was his mate?