Enslaved By The Alpha

 MAYA

When I awake the following day, something isn’t right. My hands do not feel heavy; I don’t think that they are even tied. This must be a dream; that monster wouldn’t have felt sorry for me and let me loose. I open my eyes hesitantly, and I’m disappointed when I’m greeted with the same room as before. I’m still in this dreadful place. That hasn’t changed. I look down at my hands, and to my surprise, the chains are definitely gone, and my hands are placed on my lap in front of me

I look around the room for any signs of my kidnapper to my relief, he isn’t anywhere around. I take a second look to confirm that he wasn’t hiding somewhere to mess with my mind I couldn’t think of any reasons for him to leave me free to do as I wished,

Was this possibly a dream? Was I thinking about this simply because I wanted it to be true? I pinch myself and wince from the pain. Okay, not a dream.

What exactly is he trying to do today? Does he want to mess with my head now? Is this what this was? Or does he want to test me? Does he want to see how far I’ll be able to go before someone realizes that I’m trying to escape? I’m not sure what his plan is, but I can’t just sit back and not do anything when my hands are free from those chains.

I lift myself off the chair and take one more look around the room. I try to make as little noise as possible as I creep from one end of the room to the next When Ireach the door, I pull the handle down and

makes a soft creaking noise. Thankfully, there is no one stationed

be a cause for concern? Why would the chains be loose and no one stationed outside the victim’s door? That doesn’t make any sense. Even though I already know this must be a trap. I still can’t stop my feet from

lead me outside, but i’ll have to listen for any noises and hope that it will aid me in my

I turned to had numerous men speaking loudly. How many people did it have in this place exactly? Could this be someone hired by the council to get back at my brothers for everything they’ve been up to

be true? I hesitantly open the door and peek inside. To my horror, there are plenty of faces looking back at me. The men in the room begin to laugh at the petrified look on my face. They don’t look surprised at all to see me; I’m the only one here who is shocked to see them. That means that it was all a trap

white shirt and black jeans. If he wasn’t a cold, heartless monster, I

hear anything?” He teases me. “Well, sunshine, this

if there will be a door at

me, and an involuntary cry leaves my mouth when his hands grab my waist and

can see it coming. His eyes narrow, and I don’t stop there;

“Stop that.” He growls.