The Alpha and His Huntress (ON HOLD)

Seven

“Anywhere can be a prison when you are being forced to stay.”

...

Lilliana

That Alpha must be crazy. He must be. Why else would he claim me to be his mate if he's not? He's a werewolf, and I'm a hunter! He's a shifter, and I'm human. It's just impossible.

Could it be a new tactic to get to their enemies? Maybe they fake claim a hunter their mate to lure them into leaking information? It could be some kind of brainwashing technique I haven't heard yet. Either way, I don't believe him. I will not be coerced against my family and friends.

Plan.

That's what I need. A plan. How to escape here. Escaping is next to impossible. This pack is all about air-tight security, large population and well-trained Weres. Besides, this is in the middle of a forest. If ever I did manage to escape, they would only hunt me down so easily without a sweat. Also, I may not die in their hands, I might die there in the middle of the forest. Who knows what other wild animal lay ahead? There could be rogues.

I close my eyes shut.

I only have one option left to leave here alive. It's to get rescued. My father will have to take everyone and come and get me here. But I must contact them. It's not that I don't trust my father not to find me. God knows how many tricks is up on his sleeves. Rey Walker III is a man not to be messed with, even by a werewolf. Oh, and add my over-protective brothers in the group, and they're invincible. They will find me, but this pack is unlike any other pack. This pack is more secure and even if my father found me, which he will, it would take him at least a month to do so. Who knows what could happen to me until they find me?

I felt pressure in my skull, making my head ache the more I think. I must have banged this head pretty hard.

Ah, yes. There is the issue with my current physical health. I am, by any means, still capable of fighting, but I won't be at my best. Being at my best is my only chance of ever winning against a werewolf. Well, that's not completely true. Even if I'm physically not at my best, I am still intellectually capable. That is what I must do. Maybe I could ride his claim that I am his mate? The very thought made my hairs rise. I sighed. If only I have my weapons with me.

A growl coming from my stomach made me frown. I'm hungry. I can't help but look at the side table filled with different types of foods and water from top to bottom. Well, I must eat to survive. If they are willing to give me such luxuries just to make their act convincing, why not enjoy their little show?

After eating, I felt much better. Much stronger. I glared at the IV attached to my hands. I despise hospitals. The sterile environment just make me feel even more sick. The last time I was in a hospital was ten years ago when I stole my father's car and drove it against a tree. I was young, fourteen actually, and very, very rebellious. My father was so mad, but he was too worried to even get mad really. I thought I even saw a tear fell from his eyes. I nearly died that time, but I obviously survived enough to survive the plane crash.

Irritated by the IV on my hand, I gently removed it. A drop of blood started coming out, but I simply pressed a pinch of blanket on it for a while to stop the bleeding.

Getting bored, I stood up to look around. I approached the window. It seemed, I was in a fourth or fifth floor of the building. Down is a number of guards, and they are all looking up at me, alert and ready to do something if I do 'something'. What? They plan to catch me if ever I decided to jump?

Werewolf or not, that's impossible.

“You won't be able to catch me anyway.” I said to them as if they could hear me.

“I can.” A low male voice boomed from behind me.

Surprised, I turn around fast. He was standing by the door with a fierce look and a dangerous aura around him. One look at his face and my eyes went to his like a magnet drawn to steel.

There goes that feeling again. It feels like I'm nervous, but I know I'm not. My chest started pounding against my rib cage and my breathing caught. I felt my stomach flutter.

What the hell?

Is this for real? I gathered every ounce of willpower I had and look away. Away from those intense dark eyes that seems to pull me in every single time.

“I don't plan on jumping. That's stupid.” I said. My voice came out sounding husky. A growl reached my ears and I flinched.

Silence filled the room.

I did not move.

He didn't move.

It's uncomfortably awkward.

Eventually, he cleared his throat. “Here.” He raised his hand that was holding at least five paper bags. I didn't notice that before.

I raise an eyebrow.

“Clothes. I figure you'd want to get out of that...” He cleared his throat again and look away. I swear I saw a little pink tinge on his cheeks.

Confuse, I look down at myself. When I saw that well, my, uh, n*****s are poking from the thin paper gown, I felt heat creep up my face. “Get out!” I yelled with my hands crossed over my chest.

He didn't move. I shot him a glare. With that, he put the bags on the bed and went out. He did not actually leave. I know he was just outside the door, guarding.

I reluctantly look into the paper bags. To my surprise, there's a plain v-neck t-shirt, jeans, a leather jacket that's almost identical to mine only that it's not black but red and even a pair of underwear that's exactly my size. How he figured it out was a mystery to me and it kind of scared me.

I went to the bathroom. In fairness, it was complete with a shower and a toilet. There's also a toothbrush, a toothpaste, a soap, a shampoo and a conditioner. However, it's not just the fact that there is a shampoo and a conditioner that shock me. It was because those are the brands that I actually use with the same scent and all.

I wanted to refuse all this, but my pride is not of any use right now. I feel dirty. Literally. So I did what I should with utmost care to my wound, I manage to give myself a bath—or at least I consider it as one.

Feeling fresher than I have ever been in a long time, I feel like a person again. My mouth taste like peppermint, and it's cool and refreshing to my mouth.

Once dressed, I step out of the bathroom. I jump to see the man sitting on the bed, facing me. His eyes roam my body appreciatively like he had every right to do so. I glared at him as I pull the jacket closer together. Then his eyes narrowed in my hand.

“Why did you take it off?” His eyes went to my eyes but as he did so, I feel as though I could feel his eyes on my very skin as they traveled upwards.

I shrugged. “I'm fine now. I can eat. There's no need for that. Besides, I despise hospitals.” I said flatly.

He didn't look convince.

“Are you going to take me to the dungeon already?” I ask with a raise eyebrow.

He frowned. “Dungeon?” Then his eyes sharpened after realizing what I meant. His eyes darken and he shook his head. “Of course not. If the doctor allows you to go out then I will take you to my house.”

House? His house? I blanched. Who knows what he'd do to me there? Will he make me a slave? Will... he force himself on me? After that encounter with Alpha Ross, I don't know anymore.

“I am not going to do anything you don't want me to.” He said flatly though fire flared in his eyes.

I searched his face for any lies, but he seems genuine—mocked even. Not knowing what to say anymore, I just shut my mouth up.

The doctor arrived just a few minutes later. She was unhappy to release me just yet, but I insist. Actually, I forced her to just let me. Thankfully, she agreed eventually.

“Fine but I will check in on you personally every day.” The doctor had said before leaving.

...

In all fairness. Even werewolves fancy cars. I mean, they are faster than these cars so why bother? A sleek black Ferrari stopped in front of us as we exit the hospital, driven by someone else. It was too low and when I tried to get in, pain flared at my side.

He muttered something incorrigible under his breath then went out. “Don't force yourself.” He demanded. I hate it. I hate being told what to do.

In a minute, the Ferrari was gone and was replaced by a jeep. Seriously? How many cars did this guy has? Now, the problem is, the truck is a bit high. I will have to exert myself to get there.

“Here let me help you.”

Without even waiting for my answer, he grab me by the waist and placed me on the passenger seat as if I weigh nothing. The heat of his touch seems to imprint on my skin that even though his hands are gone, it felt as if it's still there. The heat he left on me went on my whole body turning into... something more. This is not good. I know what this is.

Attraction.

Am I attracted to this werewolf?

The drive to his house was silent. No one dare start a conversation. Tension hung high in the air as well warmth. It suddenly felt hot inside.

“Welcome home, Lilliana.” He said when he stopped in front of a large two-story house. It was modern looking. The entire neighborhood has large houses but this one, it has something about it that manage to distinguish itself from the others.

Silver jumped out and open the door beside me. He wordlessly grab me by the waist. I thought I was going to fall, so I had to hold onto him. He stopped and look at me. The surrounding air suddenly felt thicker as I stare bat at him. I watched as his eyes turn darker and darker until it was pitch black.

I blinked and cleared my throat. Fortunately, he immediately got the message and put me gown gently.

“So. Are we just going to stand here?” I asked him. The side of his lips tilt up ever so slightly.

“Let's go.” He said.

The house, just like the owner was beautiful and big and dangerous looking. The furniture are mostly, dark brown, white, and gray. It was modern, all male looking with a little touch of green from the plants on the corners. There are even no photos.

“What do you think?” He asked. His tone was proud.

I raise an eyebrow. “It's lifeless.”

That was true. My house is not like this. Even more so my parent's house. Our family pictures are all over the place and even though my brothers made a mess of the house, it felt homey unlike this house. And when you enter the main door, my mother would be cooking something, and you can smell the delicious aroma right away. “It's a pretty cell for a prisoner, but it gives the vibes, so if you don't mind, just bring me to my room.” I told him.

His face was hard and his jaw ticked. His eyes are just as intense, but I can't read his emotions. After a while he nodded. “Follow me.”

I did follow him as we went up the steps. We went straight the hallway until we reached the end and stopped in front of a door. “I have someone put all you might need in there.” He says.

I raised an eyebrow. “That's impossible. Is my family in there? Or maybe a plane I could get out of here?” I snap.

His eyebrows knitted together, but he did not say anything.

“I figured as much.” I said as I opened the door and closed it immediately behind me.