-The Alpha is in a good mood
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Amaia took a shaky breath and slowly turned to face him.
Relief washed over her when she saw that he was fully dressed in a black shirt and matching sweatpants. He was completely covered—except for his arms, which were now fully visible, adorned.
The ink seemed to emphasize his already intimidating bad-boy aura, making her even more uneasy.
As if he needed any more of that.
With a sad, pleading look in her eyes, she asked, “What do you really want from me? Can’t you just let this little girl go?”
He found her desperation amusing, a smirk playing on his lips.
After a deep, exaggerated sigh, he replied, “Well, if you don’t want today to be your last day on Earth, then come lie down with me.”
When she didn’t move, not even an inch, his tone darkened as he added, “I have countless ways to kill a puny werewolf like you. If fire doesn’t do the job, well, there’s an archery contest tomorrow at the friendly event between my pack and the Grader Pack. I need my rest tonight, with you in the bed beside me. But if you keep me from sleeping, I’ll make sure you become the archer’s target.”
Gulp!
Amaia’s entire body went rigid with fear. The thought of dying as a target for arrows made her stomach churn. She knew she’d die of a heart attack long before the first arrow even made its way to her.
She wasn’t brave enough to face such a gruesome death. The idea of being burned alive scared the s**t out of her, but now this?
Think, Amaia, think.
She was nothing compared to the Alpha. Not even her parents would care what happened to her. She was certain of that.
They wouldn’t.
Okay, he was fully dressed, which meant he wouldn’t be taking advantage of her… right?
All she had to do was lie in bed with a man—a stranger—a devastatingly handsome stranger… Oh, Goddess.
She forced a nervous smile and cautiously lay on the bed, staying as close to the edge as possible, her eyes fixed on the ceiling while her heart raced in her chest.
Before she could utter a word, she gasped as he suddenly wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close.
He turned her onto her side, their faces now just inches apart. Her hands were pressed against his chest, her breath mingling with his.
He smirked, then closed his eyes as if nothing had happened.
She remained frozen in place, unable to move. The shock of being this close to him left her speechless as she stared at his face. Even in sleep, he looked flawless.
This was the first time she had a chance to really look at him.
After all, they had only met today, and even then, it had been hard to gaze up at the towering devil.
For a moment, she found herself entranced. She had always known the Alpha of Redmoon was handsome—Veera and her friends never stopped talking about it—but she hadn’t expected him to be this breathtaking.
Not even Alpha Jace of the Crescent Moon Pack, famous for his looks and someone she had often fantasized about, could hold a candle to this devil lying in front of her.
His dirty blonde hair was neither too long nor too short, but thick and full. Yet what truly set him apart were his silver irises, which seemed almost otherworldly.
It was as if he had been sculpted by the gods themselves!
There were so many things she was suddenly curious about when it came to the Alpha. She had lived in Redmoon her entire life, but being born in the lower district of the pack meant she had little exposure to the affairs of the higher district. People like him simply didn’t concern her.
If it hadn’t been for the bet, she might never have even known what her Alpha looked like. Young and undeniably handsome.
How old could he be now? He looked older, certainly bigger than her, but guessing his age seemed impossible.
And he looked strong, too… gods, those abs.
Here she had been fantasizing over Alpha Jace from the Crescent Moon Pack, whom she’d only seen in a magazine, while her own Alpha was this handsome all along.
Damn you, Amaia cursed herself inwardly, realizing how much she had been thinking about him.
Don’t forget your current situation!
He might be handsome, but he’s utterly strange!
How could he bring a complete stranger into his home and then sleep on the same bed with her? It didn’t make any sense! It was either he was incredibly foolish or downright bizarre!
She took a slow, steady breath, trying to calm herself. The Alpha seemed perfectly at ease, sleeping with his arms wrapped around her. His breathing was steady and soft.
[I still have to be careful. I’m in a trap. Just give in for now, and you can win later.]
It’s probably just for one night.
[Give in to win.]
Amaia repeated the phrase in her mind, trying to find comfort in it, as if it were a mantra.
Since there was no escape, all she could do was be patient. She told herself that once this bastard was deeply asleep, she’d break free from his hold and finally breathe, then plan for tomorrow.
She stifled a yawn.
She tried hard to keep her eyes open, but her body was betraying her.
She felt drained.
The shock she had experienced tonight alone was enough to make her feel like she had lost a pint of blood. And she knew there was more to come.
It left her mentally exhausted.
[I must not sleep.]
[I have to think of a way to escape.]
[No. Cannot. Sleep.]
[I have to… I have to find a way… to escape… death.]
She yawned again. [Oh, I feel so tired.]
****
"Finally awake, I see," the deep baritone voice beside her startled Amaia as she blinked her eyes open, ready to wake up fully.
Her eyes flew open wide as she met the smirking face of the Alpha.
She bolted upright, shock coursing through her.
"Where am I?" she muttered to herself, scanning the room as she held her breath. "I’m not home... this isn’t a dream? No! This is real!"
The Alpha, sitting casually beside the bed, smirked at the bewildered girl next to him.
"You’re still alive, little one. That’s a good sign," he said, his voice unnervingly cheerful.
Amaia frowned at his words. "Why would I be dead? You didn’t kill me."
She was also taken aback by the Alpha’s apparent good mood. His smile sent chills down her spine.
Sure, he was handsome when he smiled, but knowing the rumors of a cold, heartless Alpha, his smile felt more eerie than anything.
Is he planning something even more gruesome for me?
That has to be why he’s smiling. There’s no other reason a man like him would smile.
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