Trapped In My Possesive Alpha's Bed

Cassandra’s POV My phone buzzed at exactly six in the morning. I didn’t even look at it. I just reached out from under the thin blanket and shut it off. I was twenty-four, but I felt like I had aged a hundred years in the last few weeks. I pushed the covers off and reached for the jug of water on my nightstand, drank, and wiped my mouth. I stood up immediately and walked past the empty bedroom next door. My sister, Lena, hadn’t slept in that room for weeks. The police said she ran away. They claimed she was a troubled girl who didn't want to be found, but I knew they were wrong because, ever since our parents passed away, Lena and I had only had each other. I knew my sister would never leave me without an explanation. I grabbed my phone and called Sean. He picked up on the third ring. “Cassandra?” He sounded exhausted. “Sean, it’s me,” I said, my voice tight. “I need to see you. In person. Can you meet me at Rosie’s Diner? There was a heavy pause. “Cass, I already told the police everything I know.” “I don’t care what you told the police,” I replied, tightening my grip on the phone. “You were the last person to see Lena, Sean. You were her boyfriend, for God’s sake! Please, just meet me. He let out a long, shaky breath. “Fine. I’ll be there in an hour. Rosie’s diner was a small, greasy spoon on the corner of 5th Street, right on the edge of town. I walked in and took a seat in the back booth. The smell of frying bacon and stale coffee made my stomach turn. A moment later, Rosie walked over. She was a stout woman with a thick accent and kind eyes. She had moved here years ago from overseas with her young son, Miguel, who was wiping down tables near the front. Lena had loved them like family. She paused when she noticed me, and sadness crossed her face. Without asking for my order, she sat down across from me, reached over the table, and gently held my hand. “Oh, mija,” Rosie whispered, her voice thick. “You look so tired.” “I feel tired, Rosie,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I just see her face. Rosie shook her head. “No, not Lena. She loved you too much to just disappear without saying a word.” She squeezed my hand gently. “She was such a good girl, Cassandra. Everyone here loved her.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I keep asking myself what Lena could have possibly done to deserve this. Who would want to hurt such a sweet girl?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, wiping a tear from my cheek. “That’s why I came here, Rossa. Lena worked here almost every day, so you must have noticed something. Did she ever tell you anything strange? Did she seem worried or scared before she disappeared?” Rosie glanced around the diner, as if making sure no one was listening. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “A few days before she vanished, she was acting strange. Nervous. I asked her if she was okay, and she said she was fine, but she was shaking.” Rosie’s eyes darkened. “I saw her talking to a man. A stranger. He was sitting right in that corner booth.” I froze. “A stranger?” “Sí,” Rosie nodded. “I had never seen him in Ravenhill before. He was... dangerous-looking. Early thirties, maybe. Sharp suit. “He didn’t look like he was from around here. They were arguing about something, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.” My heart was slamming against my ribs. “Rosie,” I said, my voice shaking with a sudden surge of anger, “Why didn't you tell the police this? If you saw her arguing with a strange man, you should have said something. Rosie’s face crumbled. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she pulled her hands back, wringing them together. “I was scared, mija,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn't want to get involved in a police investigation. I was afraid of getting into trouble, especially when I didn't know who that man was or what he was capable of.” She glanced at Miguel, who was wiping down a nearby table, and tears filled her eyes. “Miguel's father is gone, and I'm all he has. I couldn't risk something happening to me and leaving my son all alone.” A tear rolled down her cheek. “I'm so sorry, Cassandra. I should have told you what I saw.” My anger vanished, replaced by a heavy, aching sadness. I reached across the table and took her hand again. “Hey, it's okay. I understand. The bell above the diner's door suddenly rang, drawing my attention. I looked up and saw Sean walking in. He looked terrible. His eyes were sunken, his jaw covered in stubble. He walked slowly to our booth, looking at Rosie, then at me. “I’ll get you some coffee,” Rosie murmured, giving my hand one final squeeze before standing up and walking away. Sean slid into the booth Rosie had just been sitting in. He wouldn't meet my eyes. He just stared at the table. “You look bad, Sean,” I said, my voice cold. “I feel bad, Cass,” he muttered. “I loved her. You know I did.” “Do I?” I asked, my voice rising. “Because the story you told the police doesn’t make any sense. You said she ran off crying. Where did she go, Sean? Did you even try to follow her?” He finally raised his head and looked at me. His eyes were red, as though he'd been crying. “I f****d up, okay?” he admitted. “Lena and I had a terrible argument that night. I told her I needed some space because I couldn't handle our relationship anymore. She started crying and stormed out of my apartment.” He paused, looking down at his hands. “I didn't go after her, Cassandra. I thought she was just upset and would go straight home to you.” He buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, Cass. I’m so f*****g sorry.” “She didn't come home,” I whispered. “She never came home.” We sat in painful silence. Rosie returned and set two cups of black coffee on the table. “Sean,” I said, my voice suddenly sharp. “Did Lena ever mention a man to you? A stranger? Sean frowned, wiping his face. “A stranger? No. She never mentioned anyone. Why?” “Because Rosie just told me she saw Lena arguing with a strange man a few days before she went missing.