The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 19

Isabelle’s Perspective

I stared at the door, my wrists aching from the cold metal restraints. How long had it been since he left me here like this? The tight grip of the chains had already started to take its toll—my arms felt sore, and I knew that once the cuffs were removed, my skin would be raw and red. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let myself break. I had to think. I had to find a way out of here. There was only one possible solution. I needed to gain Luca’s trust. If I pretended to accept him, pretended to care for him, he would loosen his grip on me. Maybe he’d let me move around freely and give me access to the house. Then, when the moment was right, I could escape. That’s it! A perfect plan! I smirked to myself, feeling slightly proud of my idea. But just as quickly as the thought formed, doubt crept in. Really, Izzy? Do you think that’s going to work? Well, it was worth a shot. I had no other choice. I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard the door creak open. My body tensed automatically, my heartbeat quickening. For a split second, I thought it might be Luca, but instead, a maid stepped inside. She was young, maybe in her mid-twenties, dressed in a simple uniform. Her head was slightly bowed as she entered, her movements precise and controlled.

“Hello, ma’am,” she greeted me politely, her voice soft. She bowed her head slightly before stepping forward. “I brought something for you to eat.” I didn’t respond, watching her carefully. She didn’t make any unnecessary movements or attempt to engage in conversation. She simply walked over and began unchaining me. The moment the handcuffs clicked open, I let out a small gasp of relief. My wrists throbbed painfully, and as soon as she moved away, I rubbed them gently, wincing at the soreness. “Oh, God,” I muttered under my breath. The pain was worse than I had expected. I could already see the angry red marks on my skin. “Please eat,” the maid said simply, gesturing toward the tray of food she had placed on the small table beside me. I hesitated for a moment, but hunger gnawed at my stomach. I didn’t know how long I had been in this room, but I knew I hadn’t eaten since the party. And with everything that had happened, my body was drained. Slowly, I picked up the fork and started eating. The food was surprisingly good—warm and flavorful—but I didn’t enjoy it. How could I? I was still a prisoner, still chained like an animal.

The maid stood silently by the door, waiting. She didn’t say a single word as I ate, just watched with a blank expression. When I was done, she moved swiftly, gathering the dishes without making a sound. But before I could even process what was happening, she turned toward me again, her hands reaching for the chains. My stomach dropped. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharp with panic. “I have to restrain you again,” she said matter-of-factly. “It’s the order.” “No, please, wait—” I tried to pull my hands back, but she was quick. She grabbed my wrists firmly and snapped the handcuffs back into place before securing the chain to the bedpost once again. I gritted my teeth, anger bubbling inside me. “You don’t have to do this,” I hissed. “Just leave me alone.” The maid didn’t even flinch. “If I don’t, I’ll have to call the boss,” she warned. Luca. I immediately stilled, my entire body freezing at the mention of his name. The last thing I wanted was for him to come storming in here, especially after the evening event.

He was already possessive and obsessive enough—I didn’t need to give him more reasons to tighten his grip on me. I swallowed my anger and forced myself to stay quiet, letting her finish her job. Once she was done, she gave me a brief nod before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. The second she was gone, I let out a frustrated groan, tugging at the restraints. “Great. I’m chained up again. Fucking fantastic.” I leaned my head back against the headboard, exhaling sharply. My dress felt suffocating, the fabric stiff and uncomfortable after hours of wearing it. I was exhausted from the event, from the stress, from everything. I wanted to change. I wanted to shower. I wanted to be free. But all I could do was wait. Wait for Luca to come