The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 31

Isabelle’s POV

A strange heaviness pressed against my body, making it hard to move. My head felt foggy, and my limbs refused to cooperate. Where the hell am I? I tried opening my eyes, but the brightness in the room was too much. The light stung, forcing me to shut them again. My eyelids felt heavy, as if weights were pulling them down. Taking a deep breath, I tried again, rubbing my eyes to clear the blurriness. Slowly, my vision adjusted. A white room. I glanced around, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was empty except for a couch in the corner. My eyes widened when I saw Luca sleeping there. Wait—what? Panic gripped me. How the hell did I end up back here? The last thing I remembered was running… escaping… Emily helping me. My breath hitched as fear crawled up my spine. If Luca found out I was awake, I was done for. I needed to get out. Ignoring the pain shooting through my body, I tried to sit up.

The moment I moved, a sharp sting spread through my head and leg, making me collapse back onto the bed. A pained groan escaped my lips. My hand instinctively reached up to my forehead, feeling the soft fabric of bandages wrapped around it. My arm felt weak, and when I looked down, I saw an IV drip connected to it. Am I in a hospital? No… this didn’t look like a hospital. The room was too luxurious, too private. My throat felt dry, my stomach empty. I glanced at the bedside table, noticing a glass of water and some medicine placed neatly beside it. Reaching for it was impossible with the pain wrecking my body.

A small groan left my lips. Bad idea. Luca stirred. My body froze. His eyes fluttered open, and the moment his piercing blue gaze landed on me, my breath caught in my throat. "Babe, you’re awake.” His voice was soft, almost relieved. “How are you feeling?” I didn’t answer. I was too busy panicking, my mind racing with possibilities of what he might do—to me, to Emily, to anyone who helped me. Luca sat up, stretching slightly before standing. The moment he moved towards me, my instincts kicked in. I backed away, curling into myself, trying to make myself as small as possible. Pain shot through my leg, but I ignored it. “Don’t move, Isabelle,” he ordered, his tone calm but firm. “You have injuries. Stay still.” I whimpered before I could stop myself. “P-Please don’t hurt me.” His jaw tensed. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.” I couldn’t tell if he was lying. His face was unreadable, his expression blank. My hands trembled as I clenched the sheets beneath me. “L-Luca, I won’t escape again. Please, just… don’t hurt my friends.” My voice cracked as tears welled up in my eyes.

The thought of him punishing Emily or anyone else because of me made my stomach twist with guilt. “We’ll talk about it later,” he said dismissively. “For now, be a good girl and take your medicine. It will help with the pain.” He picked up the water and pills from the table, holding them out to me. My hands shook as I took them, gulping them down quickly. Silence filled the room. The kind of silence that made my skin crawl. Luca’s hand suddenly reached for mine. I flinched back instinctively.
His eyes darkened. “No! Don’t move,” he warned, his voice low but controlled. I swallowed hard. “You know,” he continued, staring at me intently, “I was worried about you. What would have happened if I wasn’t there on time?” I blinked at him. “W-What happened last night?” His expression didn’t change. “You don’t remember?” I searched my memory, trying to recall the events of last night. At first, it was all a blur, but then— Wolves. They were chasing me. They were about to kill me. Then a black wolf appeared… It fought them off. Maybe he came later. I stared at him, realization dawning on me. If he hadn’t come, I would’ve been dead. My stomach twisted with fear, and I lowered my gaze. “Luca… I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I won’t do something like that again.” He let out a sigh and stood up, walking towards the door. “A maid will come with your dinner,” he said. “After that, we’ll talk.” He paused at the door, then turned to look at me. His next words made my blood run cold. “And Isabelle?” “Y-Yes?” My voice was barely audible. “Who was involved in this?” His blue eyes locked onto mine, sharp and calculating. Panic surged through me. No. I couldn’t let him find out about Emily. “No one,” I blurted out quickly. His brow arched. “Are you sure about that?” I nodded rapidly. “Yes. No one helped me.” His lips curled slightly, but it wasn’t a smile—it was something far more dangerous. “Okay.” He turned towards the door, gripping the handle. “I have taken care of that, no one.”
The door shut behind him. I stopped breathing. What did he mean by that? What had he done to Emily? A lump formed in my throat. I wanted to believe she was okay, but a sinking feeling told me otherwise. My body trembled as I hugged my knees, fear eating away at me. A few moments later, the door opened again, and a maid entered. She carried a tray of food and set it on the table beside me. “My lady, here’s your food. Sir wants you to finish it.” She bowed slightly before exiting the room. I looked down at the tray. Pasta, some fruits, and a glass of orange juice. I wasn’t hungry. But my stomach growled at the sight of food, betraying me. Hesitantly, I picked up the fork and took a small bite of the pasta. It was warm and creamy, and despite everything, my body craved the nourishment. I forced myself to eat, finishing the pasta and drinking the juice.
Placing the tray aside, I sighed. My head throbbed, and exhaustion weighed me down. I didn’t want to think.  Ididn’t want to feel. Lying back down, I shut my eyes, hoping that when I woke up, this nightmare would be over.