Six.

Willow

It takes me a few minutes to pull myself together. I wasn’t someone who cried. I preferred to push all my feelings down until I could no longer feel them. Yet he dragged it out of me so fucking easily?

Pushing away from him, I lower my face, waiting for the tears to stop as I try to force everything back in.

He doesn’t speak yet I feel his dark eyes on me, roaming my body as he decides his next move.

“Can I get some water?” I murmur, suddenly feeling claustrophobic and hoping he would let me out of this stuffy office.

“Of course.”

What I didn’t expect was for him to have a mini fridge in his office. He really meant it when he said he wasn’t letting me out of his sight.

From the corner of my eye, I watch him pour water into a glass. He hands it to me without speaking another word.

Sipping it silently, I was trying to decide whether I should lob it at his head.

For now, I decide against it. He was an Alpha, he would heal in no time and I would just make my life ten times more difficult.

“I don’t normally cry.” I blurt out, not entirely sure why I was telling him. Though talk of my father always had tears trying to break free. I’m not sure whether it was anger or sadness or a combination of both.

“I gathered that when you were the only one on stage who didn’t shed a tear.”

I glance up at him with a frown, wondering how many of the poor girls he had watched while waiting for me.

Alpha Zane gestures to the chair but I don’t move. I couldn’t escape a chair. Though I would make damn sure I fight like hell. 

I stay standing and he shrugs his shoulders, moving back to his own chair.

He flips open the laptop and quickly starts tapping. “Can you look this way?”

“Why?” I scowl, my eyes flashing at him

“So I can send your face to my entire pack. That way they know who you are.”

My jaw hangs open in shock. I should have seen something like this coming. He said it himself, his pack was massive. Showing me to everyone individually would have taken to long. My chances of escaping were quickly becoming impossible. That doesn’t mean I won’t try.

Maybe if I play along?

I turn directly to him and put on the fakest smile.

The Alpha raises an eyebrow but takes the picture anyway.

He quickly closes his laptop and gets to his feet. “Let me show you where you will be sleeping.”

He holds my wrist, pulling me through the house. I don’t resist, I let him lead me in the hopes he thinks I’m giving in and accepting my fate.

Pushing open the door to a large bedroom. He smiles. “You will be sleeping in here with me.”

“With you? No, not happening, you are not coming near me with your cock!”

He pushes me up against the wall. His body flush with mine. A deep growl rumbles from deep inside his chest as his hands find my hips, His lips move in close to my ear. I feel that stirring deep down inside and it takes every bit of effort to push it away.

“You are mine, Willow. Don’t you forget that.” His warm breath electrifies my skin. Somehow, I keep my face hardened.

He steps away and tugs me further into the room. Showing me where the bathroom and the walk in wardrobe are.

“And as you like to draw, I’ve had a desk put in with a load of supplies.” He gestures to the desk sitting under the window. 

Sketchbooks and boxes of different types of pencils sat stacked on the desk, waiting to be used.

It wasn’t that long ago that he had found out about one of my hobbies. When did he do this?

“Thanks.” I murmur, confused by his generosity. I had been nothing but short tempered with him and he does something like this.

Hearing the click of a lock, I turn to see him pulling a key from the door. He places it on a chain around his neck.

“What are you doing?” I mutter, my hands locking around the back of the desk chair, ready to fight for my life.

“I need to shower and this way, I can make sure you don’t leave.”

He walks into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. The water is turned on while I remain glued to the spot. A few minutes pass and he doesn’t come out.

Quietly, I try the window. It’s locked. I inwardly groan. 

Looking over my shoulder at the bathroom, I realise it’s exactly what he was expecting. Maybe if I waited a few more days, he would relax a little, maybe make a mistake and then I could run.