Kidnapped By The Werewolf Alpha King (completed)

Chapter 8

I walk into my room, hoping for a moment of solitude, but my hopes are dashed as I find Sylvia waiting for me. She seems positively brimming with excitement, and I can't help but be curious about what she has in store. "Come here, Airabella, come look what I got you," she exclaims, motioning towards the closet. As I approach, I'm greeted by a sight that takes my breath away – the closet is filled with designer clothes, each piece more beautiful than the last. Without even realizing it, I reach out to touch one of the dresses, marveling at the exquisite craftsmanship. "I've never had designer clothes before," I murmur, my voice filled with wonder. Sylvia's smile widens as she leads me to the vanity, which is stocked with an array of makeup and hair products. Then, she guides me to the bathroom, where she reveals even more hair products. "I didn't know what kind of hair products you like, so I guessed. I hope you don't mind me guessing on everything," she says sheepishly. Overwhelmed by her thoughtfulness, I wrap her in a grateful hug. "Thank you so much, Sylvia, for everything. This is all perfect."

She then asks, "Is there anything else you want or need?" Pausing for a moment, I reply, "I want my perfumes from my room. They were my grandmother's and mean a lot to me. Can you also get my books? I was in the middle of reading one; it should be on my nightstand in my room. And I also need my birth control; it should be in my purse. My period is going to be terrible without it. I swear, that's it." Sylvia nods understandingly, repeating back to me, "So you want your perfumes, books, and birth control, correct?" "Yes, that's perfect. Thank you so much, Sylvia!" I say, offering her a warm smile and a grateful hug. She then says I can't promise anything but I will see what I can do. I smile and give her a hug.

Seeking alone time. I retreat to the balcony to soak in the sun's warmth. Despite my attempts to find peace, my mind remains restless. I hear a bell go off and notice everyone coming into the pack house.. Then, I catch sight of Asher—shirtless, clad in athletic shorts, exuding an undeniable allure. My breath catches at the sight of him— radiating an aura of confidence and strength. Involuntarily, my heart quickens, and a flush of heat covers my body. Caught in the intensity of the moment, I find myself unable to look away, captivated by his presence. Suddenly, his gaze meets mine, and a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, accompanied by a subtle wink. Flustered, I hastily avert my eyes, feeling the warmth of embarrassment suffuse my cheeks.

As I hear a knock on the door, I quickly stride into the room, calling out, "Come in." Luke enters and addresses me, "Luna Airabella, it's time to eat lunch." I respond, "Can you have it brought up to the room? I really don't want to be in that room with all those people." With a bow, Luke exits. Feeling the need to refresh myself, I decide it's time for a shower. I indulge in the luxury of my new shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, relishing the sensation of cleanliness. Stepping out of the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and enter the bedroom, intent on finding clothes. As I rummage through the dresser for underwear and a bra, Asher abruptly enters the room without knocking, holding a plate of food. His eyes trail over me, clad only in a towel, and a subtle growl escapes his lips. In a swift motion, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed, his lips meeting mine in a fervent kiss. Lost in the moment, I reciprocate his passion, until his hands begin to remove the towel. Suddenly, clarity rushes back to me, and I snatch the towel, asserting, "No, we can't do this." Asher, taken aback, insists, "But you're my mate." My voice trembling, I command, "Asher, leave now." Reluctantly, he rises and exits the room. He turns to view me once more than leaves.

I lay there for a moment, grappling with the tumultuous mix of emotions raging inside me. This encounter with Asher has stirred up a desire that I can't seem to quell, despite my anger and resentment towards him for his actions. It's maddening how one moment of intimacy could ignite such conflicting feelings within me. I need to remind myself of the reality of the situation – he kidnapped me, and that's not something to be swept aside by a passionate moment.

I contemplate the wisdom of remaining in my room for the remainder of the day. As darkness descends, I settle into bed, attempting to find comfort in sleep. Suddenly, a knock interrupts the silence. "Come in," I call out. In walks Asher, who takes a seat at the foot of my bed. "Airabella, please don't think I'm trying to rush you, because I'm not. It's just really hard for me to be around you without touching you. I'm trying my best to keep control," he confesses. I acknowledge his struggle with a simple, "Asher, I know you're trying." With nothing more to add, I recline back onto the bed, and Asher quietly exits the room.

The next day, bright and early, a knock on the door interrupts the morning quiet, and I promptly invite the visitor in. Sylvia enters, her demeanor as bubbly as ever, and approaches my side of the bed. "Airabella, I got the things you asked for," she announces, handing me a carefully wrapped box. Excitement fills me as I unwrap it, revealing my beloved books and perfumes, each carefully protected. I embrace Sylvia gratefully, but my joy is short-lived when I inquire about my birth control. Her response comes in a whisper, laden with hesitation. "I couldn't get them," she confesses. I sit up abruptly, incredulous. "What? Why not?" I demand, frustration simmering beneath the surface. Sylvia explains, her voice softening, "My brother wouldn't allow it. He doesn't want you to have it." Anger flares within me at Asher's control, and I express my frustration vehemently. "He's so controlling. I can't stand this," I mutter. Sylvia offers her apologies, but adds, "It's not typical for werewolves to use birth control." My retort is sharp, "Well, I'm not a werewolf." Guilt gnaws at me as Sylvia prepares to leave, and I quickly backtrack. "I'm not mad at you, Sylvia. It's just... I feel so stifled by all these unspoken rules. His word is law, and I have no say," I confess before sinking back onto the bed, weighed down by the weight of my frustrations.

A deep depression overwhelms me, chaining me to my bed and room for two long days. From my window, I observe the perpetually clouded sky, blocking out the sunlight. Asher, Luke, and Sylvia make frequent visits, their concern noticeable, but I withdraw further into silence with each passing moment. Even the simple act of speaking becomes an insurmountable task. I lie there, motionless, fixating on the wall before me. They bring food, but I have little appetite, the weight of loneliness pressing down on me. One day, Asher remains in my room, attempting to engage me in conversation, but my spirit is too depleted to respond. His efforts are futile as I remain lost in the abyss of my despair.