The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 21

Eric’s Perspective

The car moved smoothly along the road, the engine humming softly. The ride was quiet—too quiet. Isabelle sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, her expression unreadable. I sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. What's wrong with our Luna? She was still so distant, so unwilling to accept this life. I knew it wasn’t easy for her, but she had to understand that there was no going back. After a few minutes of silence, I decided to break it. "Isabelle, are you going to say something, or are you planning to stay silent for the whole ride?" I asked, glancing at her. She blinked as if snapping out of deep thoughts. "Uh—what should I say?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. I shrugged. "We’ve got two hours ahead of us. We can talk about random stuff… if you want," I suggested while keeping my eyes on the road. "I don’t want to talk," she said flatly. I raised an eyebrow.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you so annoyed?" She turned her head slightly to glare at me. "Why are you bothering me?" Weird. She was always like this—stubborn, distant, and impossible to talk to. "Come on, Isabelle. I don’t want to die of boredom," I said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. She scoffed. "Don’t you love your life?" That caught my attention. I glanced at her. "What do you mean?"If your psychopath boss finds out that you’re trying to talk to me, he’s going to rip your neck off," she stated, her face completely serious. I stared at her for a second before bursting into laughter. "Wait—you mean Luca? Oh my god!" She frowned. "What’s so funny?"Oh, Izzy," I chuckled. "I have a girlfriend, and Luca knows her very well. I’m loyal to him, and he’s like a brother to me. He’s not going to kill me for talking to you. Besides, you’re like a sister to me. Why would I ever think like that?" She stared at me as if analyzing my words before scoffing again.

"Oh, I don’t want to talk about anything. And I’m definitely not going to talk to the person who kidnapped me and made me a hostage at his boss’s house." I sighed. "Oh, come on, Isabelle. It was the boss’s order. I wish things could’ve been different. I’m sorry about that. I’m not a bad person."Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that," she muttered, rolling her eyes. I groaned, shaking my head. "Come on, Izzy. I really don’t want to die from boredom." "You’re so irritating," she huffed, crossing her arms. I grinned. "So… what do you want to talk about?" She sighed dramatically. "Ugh, fine. What do you want to talk about?"Yay! Finally!" I cheered, making her roll her eyes at my reaction. "So, Izzy, are you enjoying your time here?" I asked casually. She shot me a deadly glare. "What do you think? If you were kidnapped by a psychopath and kept against your will, do you think you’d enjoy it?" I immediately shut my mouth.

"Good. I think you already know the answer," she said before looking out the window again. I sighed. "Isabelle, I get it. Your point is valid. But now that you’re here, why not adjust to it? Luca isn’t a bad guy. If you got to know him, you’d see that he’s madly in love with you. One day, you’ll understand that."Oh, please," she scoffed. "Love, love, love. I’m sick of it. No one falls in love at first sight. And if he really loves me, as you say, then he has a funny way of showing it—by kidnapping and torturing me." I frowned. "He only punished you because you kept trying to escape. And don’t use the word 'torture''' We both know he can’t even lay a hand on you." She clenched her jaw, looking away stubbornly. "Trust me, he loves you. Just give him a chance," I said, glancing at her briefly. She turned to me, her eyes burning with determination. "I am never going to think about it." I groaned, rubbing my temple. "Gosh, you’re even more stubborn than my girlfriend." She smirked slightly. "Haha. Whatever you think. I’m never going to give him a chance."

Then she suddenly looked at me, her expression serious. "You know, Eric?" "What?" I asked, waiting for whatever she was about to say next.

Isabelle’s Perspective