Imprinted by Two Alphas

ADMITTING MISTAKES

"Let go of me!" I yelled in fear as the man locked his arms around me. His grip was so strong that I couldn't get away with it.

The place was very dark, and no matter how much I scream and plead for help, no one can hear me. Then, he covered my mouth with a hanky. It was extremely tight for me to breathe. I gasped for air, but the strange odor produced by the cloth itself made me sick. I felt like I started to lose strength. My knees were trembling, and my eyes were not cooperating with my efforts to become conscious.

"Miss Bella?"

I immediately opened my eyes and gulped for air. Then I noticed Madam Theresa near me. She had a towel in her hand. I realized I was clutching her wrist in shock. Then I looked around and realized I was in our bedroom. I let go of her hand right away as I realized what was going on. I sat down carefully and glanced at her while she was rinsing the towel with cold water.

"This is why I told you to stay," she suddenly remarked.

I attempted to process everything that had happened. As far as I could remember, I was on my way back to the coffee shop when three men suddenly surrounded me and wanted to attack me. That's when Lucas arrived, but everything went black because the guy behind me instantly covered my face with a piece of cloth, rendering me unconscious. Until now, I could feel my head hurting. Yet, I'm curious about what happened after that. Those guys, who are they?

I asked Madam Theresa about Lucas since I wanted to ask him a lot of questions regarding what had happened earlier. Madam Theresa told me where he is, but she warned me that he is not in the mood to speak with anyone right now, including me. Because of those words, I felt awful. I knew I had tried to leave the mansion without notifying him. Madam Theresa urged me not to, yet my stubbornness caused this. I also wanted to inquire about Mr. Thompson, as I had never seen him because of the incident. I feel bad for the old man. He waited for me that long because I urged him to. And now everything is a complete disaster.

Madam Theresa exited the room when she knew that my condition was okay. I tried to think about what I had just done, but the more I recall the events, the more guilty I seemed. My need to talk to Lucas was so intense that I decided to leave the room and look for him. I am aware of what Madam Theresa told me. Lucas isn't in the mood to talk to me, possibly because of what I did, which is why I really wanted to talk to him. For that, I would like to apologize. Yes, I dislike him, but it would be unfair of me to intend something that would endanger him.

I went straight to the balcony, where he was currently resting. When I got there, I saw him seated with a glass of wine in his hand. I stayed for a bit and watched him from a distance. I'm trying to summon the guts to approach him. Knowing that this would be my second time speaking with him and admitting my mistake. After closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath, I eventually walked over to face him. The closer I get, the more nervous I become. Why am I even feeling this much anxiety right now? I'll eventually leave him alone after that, knowing that all I have to do is apologize.

After taking a few more steps, he spoke abruptly and angrily stated, "Didn't Madam Theresa tell you that I don't want to see your face right now?"

When I hear those words, I stopped walking. Following that, I have a sudden surge of feeling. I tried to remind myself of the major reason I was speaking with him right now only to prevent this terrible emotion from emerging in me.

"Lucas, I know what I did. I'm sorry," I insisted.

He remained silent and refused to turn to face me, as if he had not heard anything. I stayed for a few seconds, waiting for his response, but he never said anything further. At the very least, I had already told him what I wanted to say, even if the words felt terrible. I knew that what I said would make him feel more entitled to himself, yet I decided to leave him since I had no more reason to stay.

"Pain in the ass," he said clearly enough for me to hear.

Because of that, I clenched my fist and stopped walking. He's going too far!

I rushed back to him and confronted him. I blocked his view and glared. He simply gave me a frigid stare while holding his wine glass.

"If you feel so entitled about saving me, then, just to let you know, I'd rather die than be saved by you! As if I wanted you to help me, I never asked for your help anyway!" I yelled.

"You done?" He asked, smirking at what I had said. He doesn't seem even bothered by that.

He pulled his necktie impatiently. Then he got up and moved in my direction. His eyes were too cold, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment, but staring at him made me feel uneasy. He kept approaching closer to me, and I did my best to dodge him until we both reached the edge of the balcony. I had nowhere to go, and his face was drawing closer to mine. The only thing I could do was look away. He seemed to be examining my face as we stood inches apart.

"I really don't understand why, of all women, my parents chose you to be my Luna. You're not beautiful enough; you could not even arouse my desires," he murmured. The scent of alcohol crept from his mouth.

This jerk is drunk.

I was just about to say something when his phone rang. He looked at me in disbelief before grabbing the phone from his pocket. When he noticed the caller, he answered it right away, which relieved me. I gasped for breath and fixed my hair and clothes because he had literally pinned me to the edge of the balcony.

"What?" he exclaimed. I could tell he wasn't pleased with what he heard by the tone of his voice.

After hanging up, he turned to face me. With a fierce grip on my wrist, he drew me in closer.

"Pack your things; we'll leave this place!" He yelled.