Last Chapter: "Baby, they are very real and guess what? You're mated to one." He says his eyes turning black, and his tone sounds completely lethal. He's three feet away from me, and closing the distance fast. That is when the world starts to spin, and I black out. The last image I have is of Elijah reaching out to me as if trying to catch me as I fall.
I wake up groggy, and in a bed I don't know. It takes me a second to comprehend what is going on, and to truly realize the type of danger I'm in. This isn't my black comforter. This comforter is red, and those bed post definitely aren't mine. The room starts to spin, and I lay back down. What the hell happened last night? I look down. Oh, thank god!!! I'm clothed. Well at least that's a good sign.
My head feels like someone is using a jackhammer against it, and I feel like I'm going to puke. I slowly sit back up, and take a look around the room. Yeah, this room definitely isn't mine. The furniture is black, and contains only a few pieces. Two black dressers, a black bedside table, a gaming set up, a black couch, a red rug, and a black footrest. The chandelier that hangs is absolutely stunning as it sparkles around the room.
Whereas my furniture is a dark mahogany, and I have way too much for my own good. Along with a tall dresser, another long dresser with a mirror sitting on top, a black wooden organizer with my shoes in each cubby hole, a bedside table, a mirror, a cabinet to hold alcohol, a large tv, and a shoe organizer at the end of the bed. My bed set is black, and I'm embarrassed to say but my room is decorated in a Parisian theme.
I look at the side table where a glass of water, and two small Excedrin pills sit waiting for me. Behind them is a note that says 'take me', so I do. The water makes me even more nauseous, but my body will realize it's just water soon enough. I notice a tray at the end of the bed with toast sitting on a plate, another glass of water, and some bacon. That grease would be perfect on my stomach right about now. I pull two pillows from the other side, and place them behind my back. Now that I have something to lean against I can focus better. I eat, and sip on the water. I look at the clock on the bedside table that reads 3:45PM.
Wow, I slept that late? I need to get home.
I look over at a chair thankful to see my wallet, phone, and car keys. Where is my car? Where am I? Knowing that I need to figure out the second question first I look back at the bedside table, and see that there is a drawer. Hopefully, there is something I can use to help recall last night. I open the drawer in the nightstand thankful to find only a notebook, and a pencil. I open it about half way, so I don't see what's written in it. This isn't my bedroom, so let's figure this out.
*Hey lovelies! She's going to quickly recap last night, so if you want you can skip over this. Just follow down to where the next set of bold writing is to continue!*
I think through the brain fog, and remember dancing with the girls. Then seeing a handsome man appear both of which I write down. Next, I think about what happened after that. I walked to grab drinks for Jasmine, and I. However, I suck as a best friend because I forgot hers. Speaking of which, where is Jasmine??? I wrote her name down at the bottom of the page. I need to find her, is she here? Did she go home? Next, what happened next? That's right the stranger stands beside me, and pays for my drink. I needed to go back to retrieve my phone from the bar. James warns me, but about what? Crap, that's right! I was supposed to stay away from the stranger.
I continue my recall of last night. We follow him upstairs, we sit in the VIP section, and Jasmine goes to get drinks with the best friend. Does she come back? Another sip of water.
Yes, after I kiss the stranger who's name is Elijah. Then what...we do shots, he does shots, we move to the private VIP room, and I'm stuck. Another sip of water, and I still can't remember. God, I'm a horrible friend. What ever happened to girls stick together? I look back around the room, why aren't there any pictures? Why am I alone? At this point I'm nauseous, and ready to vomit. I need to keep going so that I can distract myself. I hate vomiting, it's completely and utterly disgusting. Whose bedroom is this? Why haven't they shown up? Why am I alone?
That question triggers a memory: I'm on top of Elijah making out. What the hell? That's not me, sparks erupt all over my body, goosebumps arise. This leads me to the next memory I'm ordering a Screwdriver Ice. Elijah comes up behind me, and I move around him? Memory jump I'm assuming. What next? I'm stuck yet again.
The shower turns on, who is in the room? Again, where am I??? Is this Elijah's room? The smell of Axe body soap floats through the air, and Eminem starts to play. I remember that smell. I'm looking at Elijah asking questions, he asks me if I want the answer. What do I say? Another sip of water. I said yes, okay now what. Did he actually answer me? I'm writing as quickly as I'm thinking, so I can go back through the list. I look over it a couple of times. I answered yes because that's the kind of girl I am. The next part I can hear in his voice 'You're in a club full of werewolves, and I'm the alpha.. they're real... you're mated to a werewolf.' That is when it all went dark.
*Okay, lovelies you can continue from here!*
The shower turns off, and my head is slowly beginning to stop hurting. I'm not as nauseous as I was when I first woke up. Am I in a werewolf's bedroom? Am I in the Alpha's bedroom? Is this what Alaric kept trying to say? Does Jasmine know? Does she? I'm assuming yes because of the way she acted when Alaric said mine. How did I not know she was one of them? I feel betrayed, confused, and now I'm terrified. So much for staying away, nice going Dezi.
The bathroom door opens, and a very naked Elijah comes out. I shield my eyes.
"You don't have to do that. I have a towel on. " He says in a husky morning voice. His voice elicits more goosebumps that explode all over my body. A shiver passes through my body, and I bite back the urge to smile. If reading supernatural stories, fiction novels, and watching movies taught me anything it's that this man is a killer.
He's a werewolf, or at least thinks he's one. You can't trust him. Run, I'm begging you to run.
I tell myself to stop drooling, relax, breathe, and I take my hands from my eyes. Sadly, he is right. The most important part of him is hidden behind a towel. I can feel that I'm blushing. He heads into what I'm assuming is his closet. As he disappears I take the moment to admire his back. God damn, the things I could do to that back. Yeah, you heard me back fetish all the way especially when they look like that. Every muscle toned, every movement shows, every vein makes you want to dry hump the man.
Focus Dezi, focus. He's still a werewolf.
I look around to see that there is a window, but I'm assuming it's locked. I need a plan, or else I won't make it very far. He comes out of the closet in just a pair of grey sweatpants that hang dangerously low. Is he kidding? Is he trying to give me a heart attack? My eyes travel over his muscular chest, his six pack abs, to the muscle along his sides that remind me oddly of gills, and down to his v. God, the things I could do to that body. He makes his way over to me before bending down, and leaning in.
"Do you know that I can hear your heartbeat?" He says with a smirk as he watches me basically eye rape him. Whoops.
I look away. That cocky, egotistical wolf. How dare he! "N..no."
He pulls my chin back toward him, "You don't have to look away. I was made for you. I'm yours." He smiles at me. Daring me to say something, anything.
"Are you a werewolf?" I say hoping he will say no. Maybe if he did this might be okay. Maybe he just had way too much to drink last night.
Please say no. Please, I'm literally begging you here.
"Yes, and before you ask what I told you last night was all true. Well that's if you remember last night. I'm an alpha, and we are mates." I wasn't imagining it. This man actually thinks he's a werewolf. I need to leave, like right now. I move to the other side of the bed.
I continue to stand up completely ignoring the spinning room. "Where is Jasmine? I need to go home." I say crossing my arms, and start walking toward the door.
"This is your home." He growls out. I can hear him walking toward me, so I turn around. His eyes are pitch black. He continues to walk towards me, and I continue to step back. I feel the door handle behind my back, and know that I am out of room. I have no where to run, and the predator is closing in on his prey. There is nothing to reach to throw at him. There is no way I will get the door open with him two feet away. I'm stuck.
***Uh oh, she's stuck. Do you think she will escape, or will she stay?***
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Alpha Elijah (Previously The Alpha)
Loup-garou"Mine." Is all he says while his eyes seem to go completely black. "This is your home." He growls out. I can hear him walking toward me, so I turn around. His eyes are pitch black. He continues to walk toward me, and I continue to step back. I feel...
