The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 18

Isabelle’s Perspective

Luca’s grip on my wrist was unrelenting as he dragged me inside the mansion. I stumbled over my own feet, struggling to keep up, but he didn’t slow down. Panic twisted in my chest, and my voice trembled as I pleaded with him. “Luca, please stop! I promise—I swear I won’t do anything like that again,” I begged desperately, hoping that somehow, my words would reach him. But he didn’t listen. He didn’t even acknowledge my cries. My mind spiralled with terrifying thoughts. He was going to hurt me. He was going to slap me. And then he was going to kill me. “Just shut the fuck up, baby.” His voice was sharp, laced with anger. “I fucking told you to behave, but you just can’t listen, can you?”

His grip tightened painfully around my wrist, making me wince. I gasped, my fingers going numb from the pressure. “Luca, please, that hurts! You’re hurting me!” My voice cracked, my body trembling with fear. At my words, he suddenly loosened his grip, his fingers relaxing slightly, though he still held onto me firmly enough to prevent me from running. He let out a deep sigh, his expression shifting for a moment. “Sorry, Isabelle. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his tone softening. I blinked at him in confusion. Was he serious? Was he actually feeling remorse? Or was this just another mind game? God, was he bipolar or something? Before I could process it, we reached his room.

He didn’t hesitate. With one strong push, he threw me onto the bed. “Luca, what are you doing?” I yelled, scrambling to sit up. “What am I doing? Are you seriously asking me that?” He glared at me, his jaw clenched in frustration. I tried to stand, but he shoved me back down again, his strength overpowering me with ease. “Luca, listen to me! I swear, I won’t do anything like that again,” I whispered, fear evident in my voice. He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Now, now, now, Izzy… what should I do with you?” He tapped his chin, a wicked smirk forming on his lips. “Let me think… hmm…” While he was busy with his fake thinking, my eyes darted toward the door. Maybe I could make a run for it, pass him before he could react. But it was too risky. Instead, I turned sharply and bolted toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind me. My heart pounded in my chest as I pressed my back against the door. “Izzy, get the hell out of there!” Luca’s furious voice boomed from the other side.

“No! You’ll hurt me!” I shouted, pressing my hands against the cool wood. “I said open the damn door!” He banged his fist against it, his voice growing more aggressive. God, please help me. My hands trembled as I frantically searched the bathroom for anything I could use to defend myself. I yanked open the drawers under the sink, rummaging through them, but they were empty. My eyes darted to the small window, but it was locked. There was no way out. “Baby, open the door,” Luca’s voice suddenly softened, a stark contrast to his earlier rage. “I promise I won’t hurt you. Just be my good girl and come out.” I scoffed at his pathetic attempt. Did he really think I was that stupid? “Are you kidding me, Luca? Do you think talking sweetly will make me listen to you? You’re a fool if you believe you can trick me.” My voice was sharp with anger. “Izzy, don’t test my patience,” he warned. “You have ten seconds to open the door, or I’ll break it down.” I stiffened. “What? Don’t you dare!” “Oh, please,” he scoffed.

“First, you made me break my car mirror, and now you’re forcing me to break the bathroom door. You know money isn’t a problem for me, but you’re pushing me to destroy things. And trust me, I’ll destroy everything for you.” “I’m not coming out, and that’s final!” I snapped. Silence. I held my breath, my ears straining for any sound from the other side. Was he gone? Had he actually given up? Before I could relax, a loud crash shattered the silence. The door broke into two pieces as Luca’s foot came slamming through it. I let out a panicked gasp, my body freezing in shock. “Oh, baby… now where will you go?” he taunted, stepping over the broken door with a smirk.