Ally and the Alpha

Chapter 3

“Dinner is here. Let’s eat,” he said with a smirk on his face, waiting for me to walk out of the bathroom.

I walked out to the table and sat down to eat.

I had never had anything this delicious before. The orphanage only had cheap food and there wasn’t enough of it either, but here, at my kidnapper's, there was enough food to feed an army and there was only us eating it.

I’ve never had this much food in my life.

Asher cleared his throat, it scared me a little. I stopped eating and looked at him.

“I did some research on you.” Asher said as he took a sip of his drink, “Happy birthday, for yesterday,” he said with a smirk.

“Thanks,” I replied softly.

He researched me? What the hell does that mean? I thought to myself.

Asher finished his drink and looked me in the eyes, “since you are my mate, you will live here with me!” he said with a stern look in his eyes.

“no, I can’t. I have an apartment and a job, I need to go home”. I started to panic.

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” he said as he moved closer to me. His eyes looked as if they had gotten darker. I started to feel uneasy. I wanted to run but I couldn’t take my eyes off his.

He turned my chair around to face him. He had one hand on the chair next to my head, the other was lifting my chin to look at him.

Oh god, the tingling was back. I started to feel like I was melting.

“You are my mate!” Asher said with a low growl.

“I don’t know what that means!” I replied softly, as his touch was making me feel weak.

“It means you are mine,” he replied.

But I still didn’t understand. Why did he keep saying that?

He moved closer to me, my heart started to beat faster. I moved my hands to his chest to try and push him back. But the tingling started in my hands, he kept moving closer and closer till our lips were almost touching. I began to feel butterflies in my stomach.

My heart, still racing.

“Please stop!” I whispered softly.

“I’m afraid I can’t, I must taste you,” he said softly before he kissed me.

It was soft and it felt so good. I had never kissed anyone before.

His tongue was trying to make its way into my mouth, his hand that was on the chair moved down to my waist, making me squirm a little, but the tingling was making me feel amazing. I let out a little moan, opening my mouth a bit.

Asher must have seen it as an opening as his tongue made its way in. I began to breathe heavier. My heart was still racing, my body started to feel hot, the butterflies in my stomach felt like they were going crazy.

My mind was telling me to push him and run, but my body wanted him to be closer.

Asher’s hand moved to my chest, rubbing one of my breasts, my mind started to race. I needed to move, I needed to get away from him before this went any further.

I tried pushing him but he wouldn’t budge, my eyes started to become watery, my mind kept telling me to move, to get away, so I pushed the chair back with my feet, finally our kiss was broken.

I jumped to my feet and tried to run for the door. I needed to leave.

I reached the door but Asher did not move from the spot he was standing in.

I tried to open the door but it was locked. That’s why he didn’t move. He knew I couldn’t leave. I stood there staring at the door in defeat, what’s going to happen now? I thought, is he going to have his way with me?

My eyes filled with tears.

My first kiss was with a man who kidnapped me.

My tears fell down my face as I closed my eyes. Asher let out a little laugh.

Does he think this was funny? What is wrong with him? I began to feel frustrated and angry. I opened my eyes and wiped my tears. I must stay calm.

He kidnapped me after all. Who knows what else he is capable of?

“Do you think you can leave?” He questioned with a mocking tone in his voice.

I took a deep breath. What do I say to him? I’ve never been in this kind of situation before. How am I meant to respond?

I stood silent, just standing there facing the door. I did not want to look at him, I could feel him staring at me.

He started to move closer to me slowly, his footsteps got louder and louder, I started to feel scared, I could tell he was annoyed with me, the vibe he was giving off was strong.

The footsteps stopped. He had finally made his way over to me. My uneasy feeling was back, he put his hands on my waist, the tingling started again. Not again. I thought, why does his touch feel so good?

I stood still trying not to show him how much his touch affected me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

It was making me feel weak in the knees, “ You are mine and you will never leave”, Asher whispered in my ear.

I clenched my fists, I wanted to hit him, I could feel my anger rising. I turned around to face him, glaring at him, “I am not yours, I do not belong to you.” I yelled at him, his eyes got dark, very dark, almost black.

Crap. I thought I had just yelled at my kidnapper. Why did I do that? He could punish me or, worse, kill me?

It was an instant regret. Asher pushed me against the door, he then slammed his hands on the door next to my head, scaring me.

He leaned in close to my face, he looked angry like he wanted to hurt me, my poor heart started to race again.

This much stress can’t be good for me. We stood like that for a while just staring at each other waiting for someone to say or do something.

Finally, Asher took a few steps back, he looked at his watch, then back at me, his eyes had gone back to their normal colour, “it’s late, go to sleep”, Asher said in a calm voice.

I was confused about what had just happened.

“Now!” Asher said louder, which made me jump a little.

I walked to the bed and got in. I was hoping he wasn’t going to join me in it.

Asher walked to the door next to the bathroom, after a while he came out in PJs.

That room must be a walk-in closet, I thought. He then went to the bathroom.

As I lay on the bed, I started to yawn. I pulled the blankets over me, the bed was so comfortable I fell asleep instantly.

That night, I dreamed of him. Asher, I dreamed of the way his touch made me feel, the tingles when he touched me.

God, I loved the way those tingles made me feel, I wanted more of that. His touch made me feel hot. I wanted, no, I needed more, my dream was full of Asher touching me and kissing me.

His kisses were soft and passionate, his touch was gentle and loving. I didn’t want my dream to end, but sadly, it did.

I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. I slowly opened my eyes, I could feel tingling all over my body. I looked behind me only to find Asher hugging me.

I began to wonder if that was why I had a dream about him. The butterflies started to go crazy in my stomach.

My body wanted to stay in his hold, his warm breath was on my back. I was starting to feel hot, but my mind was telling me to move away, but my body was loving his touch. Why did it feel so good?

Asher’s phone went off again, and he started to stir. It went off again and he let out a growl and rolled over to get it.

I lay still pretending to be asleep, “what do you want?" I heard him saying as he answered his phone. Asher walked into the walk-in closet, closing the door behind him. Now that Asher wasn’t holding me, I started to feel normal again.

I sat up, letting out a sigh, what the heck am I going to do? How am I going to get out of here? And why does his touch feel so good? I thought to myself. Asher was in the walk-in for a few minutes. I could hear him talking but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

The maids knocked on the door twice and walked into the room with breakfast and placed it on the table, then more maids came in with clothes.

Asher walked out of the walk-in, he had gotten dressed in a suit, he looked at the maids with the clothes.

“Thanks, put them in the closet,” he said as he began to walk over to me.

Asher softly took my hand in his, pulling me to my feet and leading me to the table where our breakfast was sitting. I looked at the door. It was still open. I could run out and maybe escape, I thought, but Asher must have read my mind, “I wouldn’t try it” he whispered in my ear.

I gulped, turning my head to look at him. He must have seen me looking at the open door. I sat down at the table still looking at him as he took his seat.

“The clothes the maids just put in the closet are for you.” he said with a small smile on his face. I stayed silent, not knowing how to answer him.

I kept my eyes on the food, not wanting to look at him, but I could feel him looking at me.

I tried not to let it affect me, I tried to focus on my food, I had to fight the feeling, to look at him.

I was trying as hard as I could, “three days.” he said, making me look at him.

Crap, I thought, why did I look at him?

My eyes locked in his, he began to smirk at me, “three days?” I asked, a little scared of the answer,

“Yes, that’s how many days you have left till you are fully mine.”

What the heck. What does that mean? I thought, looking at him confused.

“We will marry and you will legally be mine,” he said, sipping his coffee.

“I will not marry you,” I said as I started to feel angry, I will not marry him. I can’t, he can’t make me right?

Asher stood up and made his way to me. I stayed still looking him in the eyes, they were darker and he looked mad.

He turned my chair again just like last night, he grabbed my arm with heaps of force. Pulling me up to stand, it hurt a little but I was not letting it show.

Asher was glaring at me. His eyes were dark, almost black. It scared me, I began to shake in fear.

“ You will do as you're told or Jo from the orphanage will be in trouble.”

I could feel my tears coming, the tone in his voice was dark, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND!” he growled, making me jump.

I closed my eyes, tears began to escape my eyes, I just stood there nodding my head, “use your words,” he commended harshly. “Yes I, I understand”, I said softly still shaking in fear.

“Good girl”, he said as he let go of my arm, “now I have work I will see you tonight,” he said as he kissed my forehead, then walked out the door, making sure to lock it behind him.