The Alpha

Scarlet's POV

Sunlight filters into my room and I lay my arm over my eyes with a groan. Wait a minute? Where is the sunlight coming from? And... am I in a bed?... I remove my arm and peek out with one eye as I adjust to the bright light that surrounds me. Suddenly I'm sitting up, both eyes wide open as I take in the gorgeous room that I'm in. How did I get here?

Long velvety drapes frame a huge arched window. The walls are a light gray and are adorned with canvases displaying beautiful abstract designs that bring in some color. There is a large white dresser with a gigantic decorative mirror hanging above it. I'm sitting in a king-sized bed with deep, wine colored sheets and a lavender duvet. There is a sitting area with two comfy-looking white armchairs with a small round table sitting between them, a vase of pink roses positioned in the center. The exquisite hardwood floors are covered by a Persian rug that lies in the middle of the room.

I throw the covers back before dangling my legs over the edge of the bed. Stretching and flexing, I take stock of my injuries. My body aches but not as bad as I expected it to. I carefully step down, my feet landing on the rug before I walk over to one of the doors to the room. Opening it, I find a large walk-in closet, complete with a tufted stool and a full-length mirror. There are about a dozen outfits hanging in it along with several pairs of shoes. However, it is still mostly empty. I leave the closet and open the door next to it, finding a beautiful bathroom with a walk-in shower and stand-alone bath big enough for two people. I turn to the mirror above the sink and my eyes widen. Walking slowly closer I examine my dull, dirty red locks and the pallor of my ivory skin. My eyes are sunken and I look sickly compared to my normal appearance. I've always been on the thinner side, there isn't exactly an abundance of food in The Scourge, but now I look almost skeletal.

Turning around, I examine my back. It has clearly been cleaned of any blood and the wounds are now mostly healed with thin strips of gauze over them. I wonder who did this. Why am I not in the dungeons anymore? I reach my arms around to try and peel the gauze off, but I struggle to reach. With a sigh I turn around, trying to figure out a solution. I spot another small door and open it to find towels. A shower would be nice and would help with removing my bandages. Quickly picking out an outfit from the closet, I go back to the bathroom and adjust the water until the room begins to fill with steam. I climb in and the hot water instantly relaxes my sore muscles causing me to exhale in relief.

I take my time as I lather up my hair and body, standing under the shower-head as water runs down me. I don't know how long I'll be able to access such nice accommodations, so I might as well make it count. When I walk out of the bathroom, toweling my hair off, I freeze mid-step. Sitting in one of the armchairs is my mate. He instantly sits up straighter as he sees me and I narrow my eyes at him. "What are you doing here?"

The corner of his mouth quirks up as he gestures to a tray of food on the table beside him. My eyes widen at the smorgasbord lied out in front of me, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, fruit, the works. My eyes dart to him then back to the food before I sit down in the chair opposite him and begin digging in, moaning in satisfaction. His eyes darken at the sound before he regains his composure. "Be careful," he begins. "You eat too much too fast after not having anything you're going to end up regretting it later."

I nod and place the food back down on the table, forcing myself to take my time. My hands begin to fidget in my lap as I look down at them, chewing slowly as I can feel his eyes on me. Finally, I can't take the silence any longer. "So... umm... thanks for the food," I reply as I pick up a strawberry and take a bite.

"You're welcome," he says simply, continuing to stare as if he finds me somehow fascinating.

I nod while I avoid his gaze. Instead, I choose to observe my fingers as they twist around each other. He still doesn't speak so I let out an exasperated sigh before turning to him. "What am I doing here? How did I get here?"

"I brought you here. You are in a guest room of my penthouse," he answers. He seems to be watching me, figuring out how I'll handle the situation. I'm not sure what to think of it. Is this a game to him?

"Okay, but why?"

"Because I wanted to."

I scowl at him. His short responses are making me increasingly more irritated. "Well it wasn't long ago that I was in the dungeons getting tortured because that's what you wanted. Are you always this indecisive?" This time his eyes narrow at me. So, he's getting angry now? I can't help but to let out a scoff as I swiftly stand up from my seated position. I begin pacing across the room as I try to wrap my head around everything that has happened lately. "Do you just always do what you want without any regard for the consequences?"

He stands up, his face set in a stern, intimidating expression as he steps towards me. I instantly step back. I don't know this man. I don't know anything about him. All I know is what I have gone through since meeting him and so far our relationship doesn't look promising. This can't be my mate. "I don't even know your name..." I state softly as though I'm talking to myself.

"I'm Alpha Ethan Kane."

heart-warming, far from it. I take a moment to compose myself and find my resolve before I turn to him and look him dead in the eyes. "I, Scarlet Denton from the packless, reject y-" I begin before he approaches me in one large stride and grabs me by the elbows, pulling me

"No."

to be rolling off him in waves as he holds me close enough to him that I can feel his shallow breath on my face. The sting of tears appears in my eyes as I try to understand why he won't let me reject him. He clearly doesn't want this, doesn't want me. "What do you mean

let you go.

yet? So you will?

that big of a hurry to

hell I'm still here? Tell me why you stabbed me, saved me, and then had be thrown into your damn dungeons! It doesn't make

out his hand to take one of mine. I instinctively pull away and watch as his eyes seem to flicker with pain and sadness and what I think is possibly regret. "Please," he

to my seat. He inhales and bobs his head as though accepting defeat before he comes and sits opposite me. He leans back and drags a hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes and I begin to see how haggard he looks. It doesn't

from the beginning? Why did you

starts before

"You did."

at one of the local bars when they were

head moves back and forth. "I knew those men you killed. None of them would have

the packless did. We picked up multiple scents and all of them led back there." I shake my head again, trying to make sense of this information before he continues. "One of

to the side and furrow my brows. "What exactly

"It was male...". My brain seems to be working a hundred miles a minute. That smell.... Where have I smelled that scent before?... "Were

his severe reaction. I've always heard that Alphas tend to be more territorial and possessive. We haven't even accepted each other and he is already about to rip the chair to shreds at the thought that I had been with someone else the

to have had his paws all over you..." His eyes roam over my body as he pictures some unknown man touching me in

around. Maybe I bumped into them or gave them a hug. I don't know, but I promise you that I'm not

was. I don't want him going back to my home and wreaking havoc like last time. I don't want any more innocent bystanders to wind up dead on his quest for Ray. I'm going to have to take care of that jackass myself. I don't want any more

"You know something..."

sorry, but I don't. I promise to look into it

"What do you mean?"

give him a confused look. "I'm going home...?" I state, though it comes out sounding more like a