TRAPPED

CHAPTER TWO   It is the middle of the night. I feel a sharp pain in my stomach which makes me scream. I almost immediately feel a warm hand on mine, and I know it’s my mom. I really did not want to wake her. “Mum…..mum…..”. I try telling her what’s wrong with me in between sobs, but it is excruciating. The pain reduces for a moment and then I feel it again, this time more intense.”.I scream as I hold on tightly to my mom’s hand. I finally find my voice. “Please do something, it hurts.” “I am sorry baby, I can’t.”, she says with a forlorn look in her eyes as she runs her hands through my hair- she does that to calm me down. “What is happening, mom?”. I ask, sniffing. “Your supposed mate is having sex.”, she clarifies. “What can I do? This pain is unbearable.”, I say as more tears escape my eyes. “You have to accept his rejection, honey.” I cry harder this time, not b

    CHAPTER FOUR   I wake up feeling less sorry for myself. I do not know why I am smiling. My stomach rumbles rather loudly. I put on one of my tight black high-waist jeans, a yellow crop top, and I decide to let my hair down. I smile at my reflection in the mirror, and I run downstairs to meet my mum. “I am so hungry,” I whine as I approach the dining table. “Good morning to you too”, my mom teases, smiling. “Someone is happy today”. “Yes”, I say, and she dishes my breakfast. I thank her and don’t waste time digging into my food. I finish up, kiss her, and leave for school. When I get to school, I see Jordan and try as much as possible to ignore him. I haven’t accepted his rejection yet, but my mom says I have got to. “Students, move to the hall”, I hear the principal’s voice, and all students walk briskly into the hall. Nobody wants to disobey someone li

CHAPTER SIX I strip off my clothes and wrap a towel around myself. I go to the bathroom to shower. If I am just an object to my mate, the least I can do is look and smell nice, and not embarrass him. When I am done cleaning up, I realize I do not have clothes to wear. After contemplating for a moment, I decide to check Don’s closet. I pick one of his shirts, black and mid-thigh length, and put it on. I let my hair down, and I sit on the bed, waiting patiently for his next instructions. After hours of waiting, I hear a knock on the door. “Excuse me, Luna,” the person says. “Come in” I reply, and a maid walks in. “The Alpha requests your presence at the dining table” she informs me and disappears as quickly as she appeared. She, however, leaves a blue dress on the bed. I wear the long dress and attempt to style my hair. I apply some lipstick from a container I see on the dresser. I really don’t know how it gets there, and I am n

CHAPTER EIGHT I wake up and get dressed as quickly as possible. Dread fills me as I think about meeting Don. I am still terrified of him. Being his mate, I am supposed to keep his anger at bay, but I guess I have the opposite effect. I put on a jumpsuit, and plait my hair into a ponytail. I check my bag for the locket, it is still there. I slide my bag over my shoulder and walk downstairs. “Morning” I announce. No one replies. I am wondering why they aren’t chattering away as usual. “Morning,” I hear Don’s deep voice, and I shiver. How did I miss him? “Morning” I repeat, and I sit down at the table. “Breakfast?” Claire asks me, and I reply with a tight smile and an affirmative nod. Claire walks away, her usual smile not visible on her face. Don sure knows how to make everybody around him miserable. Claire returns with steamy, buttered pancakes. “Thank you, Claire. I love pancakes” I start to pile the food in my mouth.

CHAPTER TEN My Lycan hasn’t been at rest since I met Nala. The temptation to mark her is high, but she is still so young. I am scared I am going to hurt her. She is extremely fragile and cries almost every day. “Oh, Don” I hear her moan beside me. What the fuck is she dreaming about? I smile at how beautiful she looks. She might have the character of a child, but her body says otherwise. I don’t care about what she is thinking as long as it involves me. I am waiting for the perfect time to talk to her about us and any other necessary information. I enter the bathroom and shower with the cold water, hoping it helps with the sudden bulge in my pants. Fresh out of the shower, I dress in a fine suit, go down the stairs to get things done before she wakes up. I receive a call from Carson. “Don, I just got some information” “What is it, Carson?” I ask impatiently. “You will want to hear this in person,” Carson states