The car came to a stop in front of a giant house after what felt like hours. I stayed slumped against the passenger side door even as he turned to look at me.

"We're home mate." He said, but I ignored him.

He got out from the car and I hoped fervently he would just leave me in it. The thought of going into his house terrified me and I was unable to even try to escape right now.

My unsaid wish went unanswered as he made his way around the car, pulling open the door, and resting his hand on my shoulder to keep my boneless form from falling over. He leaned over me, undoing my seatbelt before picking me up into his arms.

I elbowed him weakly as he closed the car door, but he didn't even seem to notice. He carried me up the driveway with ease, setting me down leaned against him as he used one hand to pull his keys from his pocket. Unlocking the door and pushing it open before scooping me up again.

He carried me in to the house and I kept my eyes focused on the tall white ceiling, having no desire to look at him or the hellish place he had brought me to. He walked through the house and up some stairs, not seeming as though carrying me was any sort of strain on him.

He threw open another door and flicked on the light as he walked in, setting me down gently on the bed, leaned up against the headboard. I looked around to see I was in a bedroom about half as big as a floor of my house. Sat on a bed so big that it made my legs look like those of a doll's taking up only a little bit of space. The walls were a steel grey, bed sheets black and made of silk, and around the room was black furniture.

I looked at the Alpha to see him already looking down at me, a look of deep satisfaction on his face that made my insides twist in disgust. I turned my head away from him, wanting to hide away under the covers but reluctant to completely let him out of my sight. Not like I could ever stop him from doing anything he wanted to me, but at least I would see it coming.

"I can smell the fear on you little mate. Sleep, I will not touch you tonight." He said making my eyes flash up to him, equal parts relieved and afraid. I wished fervently that he had not specified by saying tonight because it implied he would touch me eventually.

"The washroom is there, shower if you would like, wear this after."

He opened a drawer of his dresser and took out a black shirt, throwing it onto the opposite corner of the bed from where I sat.

"I will be just down the hall in my study if you need anything. I'll be listening in so don't do anything foolish." He warned. I didn't even so much as move to let him know I had heard him so he seemed to give up waiting on any sort of a response.

"Sleep little one, you've had a tough day." The Alpha said, hands twitching at his sides as though he wanted to touch me, but luckily seemed to think better of it and left the room.

I sighed deeply as he closed the door behind him, wishing I could cry but having run out of tears on the long drive here. I wished I hadn't been so dumb as to try to call Ethan in front of him, had I not I still would have had my phone. I could have called my parents and asked them to check on him for me, cried to my mom about what had happened to me.

Considering there was nothing else I could do, and sleep was still very far from me despite how exhausted I was, I decided to take a shower. Getting off the bed, I stood unsteadily on my numb legs. Walking awkwardly around the bed to grab the shirt he had left out for me.

My gaze fell to my arm where he had scratched me, the sleeve of my white dress torn and stained red with a few drops of blood that had welled up from the scratches he had left.

I unzipped my dress, letting it pool around my feet as I walked in to the washroom, closing the door and locking it behind me. I placed the shirt on the counter, not wanting to even glance at my face in the huge mirror so I kept my eyes on my feet as I unhooked my bra, and pulled off my panties. Letting them fall to my feet as I got into the shower, turning the water on.

The freezing spray made me wince but I stood under it as the water slowly turned hot. Twisting the dial until the water felt like it was burning me but I found it soothing. My body had been so cold and numb that even the burning felt pleasant in comparison. I stood immobile under the spray, letting it drench me, my wet hair sticking to my face and back.

Finally I reached for the toiletries sitting neatly in the corner, trying not to think about how this was all his stuff. Stuff he touched on a daily basis, stuff he used.

I grabbed the shampoo, squirting some out and lathering up my hair with it, before using the shower gel sitting next to it. Soaping myself up, the cuts on my arm stinging as I rubbed it on there.

I washed out the shampoo under the spray and reached for the face wash, rubbing it into my skin. Eyes feeling tender from all the crying I had done. I could tell my face had become all puffy just by touch, and I wondered how Ethan was, whether they had taken him to a hospital. I had no doubt his nose was broken, he might even be in surgery now.

When the water began to run cold, I turned it off, finding a towel in one of the large drawers under the sink. I dried myself with that, not caring that I had gotten water all over the bathroom floor.

I pulled on the shirt after, it fell to my knees leaving no doubt that the shirt belonged to the brute that had brought me here.

I avoided the mirror again as I made my way out, stopping as I realized something was amiss. The dress was gone. He or at least someone had been in my room while I was showering, though I didn't think there was anyone else in the house. A shiver went through me at the thought of him being here while I was so vulnerable.

I made my way back to the bed, collapsing on top of it, my wet hair ruining the silk pillows but it gave me no satisfaction. He had ruined so much in one day that even if I spent eternity I wouldn't be able to get revenge.

I stared up at the white ceiling wondering how everything had gone so horribly wrong. One moment I had been sitting next to my fiancé, talking about our plans for the wedding and the next I had been in the arms of the man who had changed the entire course of my life with just one damn word.

The same man that had punched my poor fiancé, who had never so much as hurt a fly, so hard that he had gone unconscious and I had been unable to do anything for my Ethan.

I had gotten dragged away as though I was a damn doll while my fiancé lay bloody and unconscious in a room with two people who couldn't possibly care less about how he fared.

I just wanted to know if he was okay, know whether he had gotten the help he needed. Was that really so much to ask as the person that was about to get married to him?

How could a person be so cruel as to threaten to kill someone's fiancé if they so much as spoke another word about them? How could someone be so selfish as to uproot a person's entire life just because they smelled appealing to them?

I didn't know how I would get myself out of this mess, but I would find a way. For now I just wanted to know if Ethan was okay. Perhaps the Alpha had a phone in his house that I could use to call home.

I had the house number memorized. Surely my parents would leave Nora home in case there was any news of me even if they themselves had gone to the hospital. This way I could know how Ethan was doing and reassure my family that I hadn't been hurt as they were surely worrying about me.

I decided to wait a bit longer in the hopes that the Alpha would have fallen asleep. Pulling myself up I perched myself on the edge of the bed, staring out the window, resolving to wait until it was completely dark before I snuck out of my room. If he was awake and heard me I dreaded to think of what would happen. The thought of another confrontation with him made my heartrate pick up and I tried breathing exercises in order to calm it.

The last thing I wanted was him growing suspicious. I had probably seemed docile enough in the car, sitting still and crying silently. He probably thought I had tired myself out and would be too scared to attempt anything. His warning flashed in my mind again and I had to start my breathing exercises all over again.

The cycle continued of me calming myself down only to think of him and needing to start all over again as the sky grew dark. Light from the moon beginning to stream in from the large windows on the far wall. The thought of escaping kept occurring to me, but he would expect that tonight. There was no way I was going to get away, not while he was in the house.

My limbs had gone stiff from my lack of movement, I shook out my arms and legs before slipping off the bed. Tiptoeing as quietly as I could across the floor to the door. I twisted the handle and opened the door at a glacial space, wincing as the door creaked slightly. I could barely hear it, but an Alpha would.

I couldn't see much in the dark, but I had left the light on of the room, leaving the door open just enough to allow me to see the vague layout of the house. It was unfortunate that the stairs were at the very other end of the hall. I stuck close to the wall, placing my feet as carefully as I could, wincing at the few creaks the wood made as I placed my weight on it.

I was nearly to the stairs when I realized one of the doors near it had a nightlamp on, not enough to really light up the entire room but just the little area around the desk it was on. Slumped on the chair behind it was the Alpha, head leaned back against his abnormally tall and large desk chair. Clutched in his hands was something white, I squinted my eyes and nearly gasped when I realized he was holding my dress to his chest.

Pressing my hand to my face to stifle my breathing, I tiptoed past the room. Making it to the stairs, testing the bannister before deciding it was sturdy and balancing most of my weight on it as I crept down the stairs. Stopping every few steps to listen for any activity, continuing on when I heard none.

The windows around the house let in just enough moonlight to allow me to discern the shape of things as I walked around, squinting my eyes. I looked carefully but there was no phone in the hall even though there was a thin table midway down with a mirror hanging atop it. I ignored the closed doors, figuring they were either closets or washrooms and thus would have no phone.

I was beginning to lose hope after I had thoroughly searched a living room, and the huge kitchen. I wandered into what seemed like another living room and searched it, carefully trailing my hands along everything. Blinking into the darkness as my hands landed on something that felt like cold hard plastic, and was a rectangular shape with rounded corners. I felt along the front of it, feeling triumphant as I felt little glass buttons about halfway down, in rows of three.

Picking it up slowly, I dialed the first number, my eyes widening as the phone beeped loudly. The sound was almost deafening in the silent house even to my ears. I froze, blood rushing through my ears as I tried to listen for any movement but heard only my own ragged breathing.

I wrapped the phone in my shirt to muffle the sounds, dialling the number using muscle memory and the knowledge of where the numbers should be based on the fact that they were in rows of three. I brought it up to my ear, my heart soaring as I heard the beeps indicating the phone belonging to the number I had dialed was ringing.

"What are you doing?" A deep voice asked from behind me.

My heart seemed to stop in my chest before going into overdrive. Fingers falling numb and the phone slipped from my hand. I stayed unblinking and stared straight ahead even as the lights were suddenly turned on. My eyes burning as they tried to adjust to the sudden brightness.

The loud sound of metal being crushed rang in the silence and suddenly there was a line of heat pressed up along my back. I trembled as a chin was placed on to my shoulder, lips brushing against my ear as that deep voice whispered

"what were you doing little mate?"

"Answer me." He commanded softly, voice calm but this felt so much worse than the loud growling or snarling. There was something lethal in the restraint, like a snake silently coiling up to strike. Large arms crept along my waist, ensnaring me within their burning heat. I let out a little gasp of air as they tightened to the point of nearly crushing me.

"Were you calling your fiancé?" He asked in the same quiet way, breath blowing the tendrils of my nearly dry hair into my face.

"Were you going to talk to him while in my house, drenched in my scent, wearing my shirt and nothing else?"

I turned my face away at the words, letting out a huff of air in disgust. Somehow he had managed to turn me wanting to check on my fiancé into something dirty. His hand slowly crept up along the front of my body, before grabbing hold of my face and yanking it so I was facing him. A shiver raked through me as my eyes met his, seeing they were glowing Alpha red.

"Who were you calling? Say it."

"M-my house, I just wanted to let them know I was okay." I lied feeling as though if I even mentioned my fiancé I wouldn't live to see another day.

"Tsk tsk, lying to your mate, that's not very nice little one. Tell me the truth." He ordered softly, letting loose his hold on my face and instead trailing his fingers gently down the side of my face, glowing eyes following the movement intently.

"I was just calling home." I tried again.

"And who were you going to speak to?" He asked in a soft coaxing manner.

"My sister." I answered truthfully, my voice cracking as I tried to force myself to breathe, chest heaving as though I had run a marathon.

"Very good, and what were you going to talk to her about?"

I was stuck there, werewolves could hear your heartbeat and thus could tell when you were lying. If I lied he would know, and this torture would continue. If I told the truth I was worried he would crush me to death in his arms.

I stared silently at him, now knowing which was the lesser evil, but he didn't seem as though he was going to let this go without an answer.

"Were you going to ask about him?" He asked, sounding almost nonchalant as though merely asking if I would like a glass of water. His eyes though told a whole different story. They were glowing with barely restrained rage, and contained a deep feral hunger that made a shiver run down my back.

I swallowed thickly, his gaze falling down to my throat, fangs dropping as he parted his mouth just slightly so they wouldn't cut his lip. Terrified of being bitten I squirmed against him, accidentally pressing closer, my eyes growing wide in horror as I felt his hard length press against my lower back. I stiffened instantly, hating the way his gaze trailed lower still to my heaving chest.

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch.

"They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room.

"Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him.

"Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back.

I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase.