The Alpha's Feisty And Broken Princess

CH. 10- Mate?

Chapter Ten.

Esme’s point of view.

My anxiety is through the roof …just stuck alone in his room with nothing to do and no one to talk to aside myself. For the very first time since I woke up to find myself in this situation I actually felt like a prisoner. I apologized but deep down I know that I am not really sorry and it wasn’t my fault.

I jumped out of the bed with glee just happy to see the door open but I immediately sat back down the exact moment that I saw the maid walk in with a plate of food and a pack warrior beside her. Like seriously what the hell did he think I was going to do to the poor girl? It is not like I was a dangerous prisoner in a high security prison. I already apologized . Man and their egos…that’s probably it, I bruised his fragile little ego and now he is overreacting every chance he gets.

“Hey…did Alpha Stone say anything to you? Can I go out? I promise I will come back. Can I at least have a clean change of clothes? I am tired of wearing his stuff. Please just allow me to see my gran…I don’t even have to go over there she can come here. Am begging you just tell the alpha to come talk to me am going crazy in here alone,”

Have you ever tried talking to a brick wall…like seriously have you ever just wasted your time talking to a wall and then waited for a response like an i***t? No…well good for you unfortunately for me I was stuck talking to the brick wall that is the pack warrior. The man did not even have any expression on his face as he ignored me like his life depended on it. It took me a while to realise how uncomfortable he was around me ,he would not look me in the eye no matter what and he stepped away from me whenever I tried to come close to him.

It did not take a rocket scientist to figure out what is wrong with him…Alpha Stone. It made sense for the alpha to bully other males away from his “Claimed” so I just gave up on him. My eyes were now set on trying to convince the maid but that was a bad idea and I knew it. Huffing and puffing with annoyance I plopped myself back on the bed.

There was no use getting the poor girl in trouble…I could tell just by how she looked at me that she pitied me but within her pity I could still see envy. She probably wanted her Cinderella story with the alpha like the rest of us …well honey you can have him! Obviously I made sure not to say that out loud to her but I sure as hell thought it. I did not blame her for crushing on Mr. handsome…it was logical.

If I am being completely honest I had a thing for him too for quite a while. In the werewolf community we have a lot of fairytales and in most of them the girl gets swept off her feet by a dominant alpha who carries her off to his big pack house and they live off in love and luxury. I did not fail to notice the two guards standing outside the door as the maid exited with her escort leaving me alone in my anguish.

Being left with nothing but my thoughts all I did was just think . I ate away my frustration and then got absorbed back into the land of overthinking. Everything was going better than expected for quite some time before it all just went downhill and down to hell. His hands were all over my body and I was all over him too. For a few moments we both wanted the same thing which was pleasure but something changed.

I could feel his extended canines on the tender flesh of my neck and for a second I wanted him to. Everything just went to hell the moment panic set into myself and it was like my body was having an allergic reaction from the whole thing. Like I did not want him marking me or stating any claim on me. His touch just triggered something buried deep down within me and I snapped.

Everything happened so fast I barely had time to process what happened. One moment I was in his arms about to get marked, then the next moment I was standing by the door with my hands covering my mouth ,shock on my face and a panic attack underway as I looked down at him. It was like a scene from some sort of movie as his body suddenly went flying through the air and hit the wall with a loud snap before hitting the floor with a loud thud.

The cracks on the wall said it all and his bloody nose just made matters worse. I hurt him and sent him flying to the wall. It was all a reflex …magic just kept him off me and I could not be held accountable for that. I did not do any spell, my body just knew that his canines did not belong in my flesh and my magic repelled him off me on its own accord but somehow he was angry at me .

I tried apologizing but his ego was too big for that. I explained it as a reflex but he still blamed me. He tried leaving the room but I cried for him…yes I actually cried for him to come back . If there was anything to be said about my body it's that it's both a sellout and a hypocrite. One moment I was sending the man flying through walls out of reflex than I was yearning for him.

We both knew he wanted to leave and felt forced to stay so I did not bother him. He stayed under protest and carried out a silent treatment the whole day. I apologized ,I tried kissing him , hugging him at some point even tried to seduce him but that backfired…wrong move on my part. Heat was controlling me…I still needed him to calm me and cool me down. Something about his touch just made the sizzling pain go away. I could just tell by the look on his face when I doubled over in pain that he pitied me.

He was silent but still heart warming…he cuddled up to me, held me when I was in pain and made sure I got food in my tummy. I could feel him pushing my hair behind my ear as I slept better covering me with the silk blanket. Yes it was a whole day and night of him being sweet , sulking and giving me the silent treatment. Sometimes I wondered if maybe I was his mate but I quickly removed that train of thought from my mind.

I guess he realized I was no longer in heat and split as soon as he could. I woke up alone with his side of the bed cold and breakfast already served . I won’t lie deep down, it hurts to wake up all alone. The i***t just love bombed me and ghosted me in only a couple of day’s which sounds like a narcissistic behavior if you ask me. Talk about dealing with an overbearing narcissist.

The sound Of the bedroom door opening caught my full attention as I arose from the bed only to roll my eyes and fall back down to the bed the moment I saw the maid from earlier entering with her escort.

“ I am very sorry to disturb you mam but I have been sent to take your measurements. I will be quick with it, I promise,”

I didn't even have any will to question it…I just knew that the person who sent her had to be the one with a bruised ego and I had to get my answers from him. I looked at the pile of clothes in her hands and questioningly lifted up one brow in confusion.

“ohhh Ummm these… your grandmother sent me to give them to you since you wanted some clothes. The measurements I am to take are for your birthday gown and these are just day to day clothes,”

I watched as she nervously set the pile of clothes on the table before the pack warrior turned around to allow us some privacy. I tried to ask questions from her but I got no answer. I tried to make small talk but got no response from her as she just did her job measuring me and writing stuff down. I could tell that she was scared of the warrior reporting her to the alpha so I held no hard feelings against her.

I wonder how the alpha knew about my birthday tomorrow…I even forgot about it in the most of all this drama. Does him getting a gown made for me mean that he is throwing me a party? How would a gown be made this fast or are they going to tailor an already made gown? I don’t even want a party. I wouldn't know who to invite besides I am in no mood to celebrate. Isn’t he angry with me though? What the hell is going on in his big head?

Speak of the devil…the door opened right when all the questions were overwhelming me and revealed Alpha Elvis Stone in all his glory. Hopefully now I can finally get some answers.