Alphas Secret Life

Captive

Kaden paces back and forth in the kitchen, running his hand through his hair.

“Kayden; Elaina says, calm down.”

"I can’t calm down; this bastard already killed my best friend, now he has my mate!"

“Our best friend” I correct him.

“Amy was special to us all.”

"I know; Elaina, we have to find Lexi. I have to find her."

Lexi's pov

I am cold, tired and hungry. I don’t say a word or move much because I don’t want whoever has me to know I am awake yet. I lay there listening to my surroundings, barely opening my eyes in case there is a camera on me. I am scared. I want to cry. I want to ugggg be in Kaden’s arms. Why do I do this, I always fall for the guy that I can’t have? I let myself drift off to sleep daydreaming about the things I wanted from Kaden. The things I want to do with Kaden. These thoughts are all that’s keeping me from going insane right now. My dreams are my escape.

"Good morning, wife." Kaden says as I open my eyes. He is standing by the bed, holding a tray full of breakfast food.

“Good morning, husband”. I say sitting up to peek at the food.

"Hungry?"He asks.

“Starving” he sits the tray in front of me.

I choose a few things to go on my plate and begin to eat. I moan as the food enters my mouth, just as I do I hear a growl. I look at Kaden to see his eyes doing something very strange.  His eyes are the only eyes I have ever seen do this. They change color depending on his mood, and right now they are black. I start to ask him why his eyes do that, but I am awoken to the cell door slamming. I keep my eyes closed and my breathing steady.

Trying not to letthis person know I am conscious.  He speaks in a whisper,

"Are you awake yet b***h?" He says while placing his foot on my shoulder to move my now completely lifeless body.

Finally he says to himself," I will just have to wait I guess."

I hear the door open, but I am too scared to move or try to get a good look at him. So I just lay there helpless. I wish someone could save me, but I have been here for days now and nothing and only one visit from my captor. Maybe I should just get up and ask him why I am here and not dead. Why hold me captive. I lay there thinking about my situation for some time. Finally I realize unless I let him know I am awake he will never give me any clues. But what if he wants me as in my body and this has nothing to do with the investigation? I finally decide it is worth the risk. I can be strong, I have had to my entire life. I keep repeating in my head as I open my eyes wide and sit up to look around. My head still hurts, but it feels better than it did the first day here. I stretch my arms trying to look as if I have just awoken form a deep sleep. I glance around to find no camera? I start to do an inventory of my surroundings and quickly see that the door is an old wooden door with a small window filled with bars with deep scratches in it. It looks something huge wanted out. I brush it off but have a nagging feeling that something else is going on with all the wolves. My dirty blanket, pillow and a small window. I may be able to fit out of it, but it has bars. OK, so I wait.

Day turns into night, no one has been around, not even a guard outside the door. I wonder if he passed out; he had a powerful odor of alcohol on him. I wonder if I should yell to get his attention. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I yell.

"Hey, is anyone there? I am hungry. Hello?"

I bang on the wooden door, trying to make as much noise as I can, then suddenly a wolf appears outside the door. I see him pacing back and forth, growling. I ask him his name and ask him why he is growling at me. I tell the wolf that I should be the one growling at him.

Suddenly he stops pacing and looks me dead in the eye. He barks this time but not like a vicious bark, more like, ok lady I understand. He goes back to the side and lays down; I am assuming where he has been all along.

Okay, I know animals are smart and all, but that wolf just communicated with me what the hell?

I try to talk to the wolf again, "Hey wolf;" Dang, I wish I knew his name.

"I am hungry. Like, starving."

I don’t know why I think this will work; I face palm myself. He just continues to lay there watching the door. I give up and go to sit on the icy floor.  I am scared, cold, hungry, dirty and hungry. I am so hungry I can barely focus on anything else.

I stand again to yell. "I am f*****g hungry!"

I hit the door to make a loud bang. The wolf stands and walks away. I throw my hands in the air. Great, now I have managed to run the scary wolf off. Am I that unlovable? I think to myself. My parents left me on my own the day I turned 18. Expected me to fend for myself in the harsh winter of Michigan with a job that barely kept food on the table. They didn’t even tell me they were leaving in person. They called from Cali where they were enjoying the day on the beach. The more I think of that day, the sadder I become. I haven’t seen my parents since the week before the phone call. Now I may never get to see them again. Even if they don’t love me, I still love them and want to see them.

I think back to my childhood. They used to tell me all the time how much they loved me. They said when they called they wanted me to be a strong adult and if they did it for me, I would never learn how to do it for myself.

I am all over the place, so I decide it is not worth debating with myself; especially at this moment. I hear someone coming. I brace myself and fake a look of confidence. It’s a young boy, probably around fourteen or fifteen with a tray of food. He unlocks and opens the door. But what I find fascinating is how did he know I was awake and hungry?  I only told the wolf.

"Hi, I am Lexi.”

"Hi” Is all he says.

"What’s your name?"

“William” One-word answers, ok. Do you know why I am here?

“No”

"Do you know who is in charge?"

“Yes”

"Can you tell me their name, please?"

“Satan”

"Oh, come on, who would name their child Satan?"

“That’s not his actual name, that’s what I call him.” He says flatly.

"Thank you for the food."

“Your Welcome, I will return for the tray later”

He turns to leave and I notice a scar just at the base of his neck that looks similar to the scratch marks on the door. I don’t ask him about it as he is probably already said more than instructed too.

I turn to my food, which looks ok. A sandwich, some chips and a coke. As I sit there eating, I contemplate my situation. I am still alive, so that’s number one. They are feeding me so they don’t want me dead yet. So what is the motive, Ransom maybe? Are they blackmailing Kaden for money by kidnapping me? I mean, I was basically living at his house. They probably thought I was his girlfriend or wife if this truly is just a ploy for money.