Held Hostage By The Alpha

Chapter 1 I sat with my mother on her bed when my mother told me the news, she had fallen in love on her last work trip to Russia, and they were getting married. It had only been a year since my father's death, but she was lonely, and I wasn't ready. I was in shock, I didn't know what to say, but then it came pouring out of me as my emotions filled me. I followed her around her bedroom as she was unpacking her things. You don't even know him. I haven't even met him. Now you want me to want him to be my stepfather? It hasn't even been that long.... I stopped as she looked up, knowing what I was about to say. A tear rolled down my cheek. She held me, I know baby, but he's amazing and I don't want to be alone anymore. She carried on unpacking. I sat back down on her bed, just staring at her. She finally stood still in front of her bedroom cupboard, looking into the mirror above it, putting earings on. She looked at my reflection in the mirror, sitting behind her on the bed. His name is Thomas she started telling me he has a son he's a bit older than you his name is Jason and they're both really handsome she continued she fixed her red wavy hair adjusted her red lipstick then sat down next to me and put her hand on my leg. They're from Russia, and we will be moving in with them in their house in Sochi. I looked at her with sadness in my face. "I don't want to move." I shouted! That's 6750 miles away... it's basically across the world I over exaggerated. My life is here, my friends, my school, my daddys memories..... I started sobbing uncontrollably. My mother held me. I know I miss him too she said, but this is for the best she said, pulling herself away before she could start crying. We can't afford to live here anymore she said. The money your dad left is only accessible by you after your 21st birthday, and that's 7 years from now. I looked at her understanding why she was pushing this so hard and so fast. Not only did she feel things she hadn't felt in a while, but she also needed this man to secure our future and to feel safe and loved again. So when am I going to meet him? I asked, feeling hopeless. She brushed her fingers through my hair. He'll be here next week to help us move. Next week? I yelled. Yes, next week, my mother awnsered. Mom, how can you tell me you met someone new and that we're moving in with them across the world after knowing him for just a few days? You're not even giving me time to adjust or to accept the big change? I am determined to talk some sense into her to wait a little bit, but it is like talking to a wall. The next week just flew by. We packed all our things and said goodbye to all our friends. My mother took me to see my grandparents, who also weren't happy with her decision to move on this quickly and far away where we knew no one because no one would be there to help us if this guy turned out to be a creep.