Mates with Alpha Dylan

Chapter 18

Sam's POV

I woke up feeling groggy and with a pounding headache. I shifted my position to see if it would've helped but the surface was not very comfortable. I opened my eyes slowly and waited for them to adjust to my surroundings. I'm in a small, dusty room and I know for a fact I'm not at the pack house.

But how did I get here?

I mean the last thing I remember is hanging out with Ben, Tim, and their friends Jake and Tommy. I went inside and was on my way to go use the bathroom and then everything goes black after that. I place my fingers on my temple to see if it'll ease the pain, but sadly for me it doesn't.

I get up from the makeshift bed with a lot of struggle and take a look around. I really wish I hadn't done that. I open the door and walk into a bedroom which means that whoever put me here stuffed me in the closet, but that wasn't what I was talking about.

The room I walked into was covered in my pictures. There were pictures of me everywhere. I saw some from when I lost my mother, when I went to her grave every month, my dad and I in his office, when I left for the meeting, pictures everywhere. Did I find this creepy? Yes. But not as much as I found it completely scary. Someone's been stalking me for a good three years now if not more! But who?

I don't even know how long I've been here. For all I know I could've been out cold for days, weeks, maybe even months. The only good thing about this is that there are no pictures of Beau and my boys. As I was looking around the door knob turned and the stalker burst in through the door. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Is this a dream?

No, is this a nightmare?

I hope I'm hallucinating.

This can't be real can it?

"Sam, I'm so glad you're awake. I thought I'd killed you for a moment there, haha," he's laughing. How can he possibly be laughing!?

I can't find my voice.

This is that feeling that I know too damn well. This is that feeling that I wish I didn't know so damn well. My breath is caught in my throat, my hands are clammy, I'm hyperventilating and my knees are about to give out.

I'm seeing things.

Right?

Someone please say right!?

It's..

It's Mark.

What. The. Fuck!?

"M-Mark?"

"I'm sure you're probably wondering what the hell's going on?" I lost my voice once again so I just nodded my head.

"Well, my dear Sam, I love you. Always have. Always will. Dylan doesn't deserve you, hell I'm surprised he hasn't been out looking for you, but then again he's been very, very busy with Tiffany. You've been "missing" for two and a half weeks now," and cue my jaw drop, "I guess I should start from the beginning huh? Well on the night of the barbecue I hit you over the head and took you which was pretty easy because everyone was outside.

I was able to bring you here, my cabin, and come back without anyone noticing that I had even left. When you didn't come back out they'd all just assumed that you had gone to rest with everything that's happened lately, pfft, idiots. Anyways I've been sending them everywhere, except here of course, to "look" for you and they're going berserk. Dylan obviously couldn't care less since he's been sleeping with Tiffany almost every night, I think they're official but I'm not quite sure nor do I really care. And here we are now," he finished with a triumphant smile while I'm still trying to process everything he's just told me.