The Alpha's Enemy's Daughter

How Did I Get Here? {Lorelai}

The loud banging in my head is even worse than the one I woke up with the night I f****d d**k head Darren. I groan lowly, holding my head gingerly as I pulled myself up to sit.

My eyes opened reluctantly, blinked a few times to get a clearer sight cause what I was looking at looked completely different to what I expected to see.

The throbbing pain worsened, I winced, shifting back a bit so I could rest my back against the headboard.

My eyes went down and noticed dark purple satin sheets covering my body. I blinked again.

Something was wrong. I folded the sheets in my hand trying to recall what happened before I went to bed but I don't even recall coming home or sleeping.

"Where am I?" my voice echoed faintly which made me frown. "What the... " the rest of my words were forgotten when I took in the interior of the room I'm in.

Extravagant chandelier, regal teal wall painting with golden swirls at some angles.

Posh, cream velvet couches situated at the far right corner of the room, right next to a floor length glass doors that exposes the balcony outside.

My frown deepened, the throbbing in my head intensifying. Unable to understand what is happening even though I try so hard to remember the details of last night? This is not the same hotel I checked myself into.

I pushed the sheets aside. Another wince escaped me at the sudden painful tug on the flesh of my right hand when I move it.

Looking down, I noticed the needle positioned into my skin connected to a tube. My heart began racing at the unexpected changes.

Following the line with my eyes, I confirmed what I already suspected. It's connected to a drip bag but this room did not look anything close to an hospital room and even if it did, how did I get here?

Have I been kidnapped? My heart sank at the possibility of being kidnapped, was the drip responsible for my black out and memory loss?

Quickly, I yanked out the injection, letting it clatter to the floor and threw my feet off the bed with a grunt.

If kidnapping was the case, I needed to leave. Immediately.

My steps were sloppy as I walked, staggering left and right like a drunkard. It didn't help that every part of my body felt like I was ran over by a truck.

Before I got to the door, I caught my reflection in a standing oval mirror staring right back at me but that's not what made me do a double take.

It's the bandages plastered on my face and neck. Seeing them made me super aware of the pain radiating from their. Slowly, my hands reached to feel my face.

Not only does my skin look pale white but I look like I went through hell. My bones poking right under the collar of the shirt I'm wearing.

The shirt...! Grabbing the ends of the white large T-shirt that reaches my knees, I'm flooded with flashing images, it all started coming to me in bits.

My confrontation with Darren, the i***t responsible for my baby, me driving to the hotel and.... I gasped loudly when it finally returned to me.

Someone tried to kill me! My eyes went wide, I looked up from the shirt to my reflection in the mirror.

I matched the injuries to the scene at my hotel. Ghostly, I grazed my fingers over the bandage under my eyes and over my nose.

The intruder came in out of nowhere, I barely got to get a glimpse of his half face when I threw a chair at him.

He was quick and fast, dodging my hits and jabs until I was finally able to land a kick to his jaw.

The memory plays so clearly in my head, my body shuddered when I recalled how he yanked me by my feet and met my face with his fist causing the split under my eye.

My hand dropped low to the bandage over my neck. This was when he was finally done playing with me and immediately went for my neck.

He was double my size, if not triple and it became terribly difficult for me to fight him off when he had my neck tight in his grip.

I yelled, screamed, cried as I scratched his hand with my fixed claws, drawing blood from his hairy skin painted with the tattoo of an eagle's head.

It was fruitless, the man did not yield. I was losing it, my vision, my senses, my air. The last thing I heard was a loud crash before everything turned black and quiet.

"Oh, God," I gasped, my hands shakily crawl up my neck to cover my mouth as I sank to the floor in despair.

My body suddenly turned heavy, cold spreading all through my body. I looked around stiffly, horrific scenarios of my situation began to attack me.

I was kidnaped? Will I be sold? Is this trafficking?

All of a sudden, my world suddenly drags to a grinding halt.

A loud ringing goes off in my head. My hands frantically searched around my body like I'm searching for lost keys until they wrapped around my stomach.

My body went a degree colder instantly, my heart racing and pounding at the same time. The one thing that kept ringing in my head was my baby.

There was no way to confirm if anything had happened to my baby but my mind chose to believe the worst.

I felt a pain I could not describe, it started like a wildfire in my heart that spread to the rest of my body. My head dropped low between my shoulders and my lungs open to let out an ear piercing scream filled with agony.

My tears ran hot and fast down my cheeks. I could not breathe, I could not think. It was like my life was falling apart, it felt as if I had been robbed of something so out of the ordinary, so precious.

"No! God, No!" I could not control the words that left my mouth, my brain was working on it's own. The pain was unbearable. "Of all people, this had to happen to me? Why me? My baby! My baby!"

As I cried, a part of me wondered where the sudden intense emotion came from. I was not a girl who cried easily and I was the same person who promised Darren that I would abort this baby so why does it hurt this bad?

My heart ached in a foreign way, not only was I devastated, I was confused. My emotions confused me but I also could not control what I was feeling.

"Monroe! What's wrong?"

The voice wasn't getting to me even though I could hear and could tell it belonged to a man. I was wrapped in the sorrowful pain caused by the lost of my child. The man, whoever he was held me by my arms.

I automatically thought he was my captor, naturally my next action should have been defensive but instead I allowed him to touch me.

He was shaking me, trying to get me to look up at him but I refused.

"What have you done to my baby?" I asked in a cold detached voice, it sounded strange in my own ears. He didn't respond so I repeated myself.

"What did you do to my baby!?"

Where the strength came from, I didn't know. Actually it was created by the intense wave of sorrow and pain that had transformed into anger.

And so I was able to catch the man of guard and push his back down to the marble floor with my hands to his throat.

"Tell me—"

The words caught in my throat because when my eyes finally took in the facial features of the man whose neck I'm squeezing tightly, it turned out to be Damien Riverdale.

"I see you're awake and still out of your damn mind"