The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 33

Isabelle perspective

It's been three weeks now. Three weeks of being stuck in this cold, dark basement. I can't believe this is my life. I hate it here. There's nothing but a bed, a fan, and a bathroom that the servants use. It's so plain, so empty, and so suffocating. How could he do this to me? How could Luca lock me down here like I'm some kind of prisoner? I feel trapped, alone, and angry. I just want to get out of here. I can't stop thinking about what happened.

Flashback to that day…

I was standing there, still trying to catch my breath after he told me I needed to learn things the hard way. I thought maybe, just maybe, he'd just go and do his work or whatever he needed to do. But, no. I was wrong. So wrong. After half an hour, Luca came back, his face cold and determined. He didn’t even say anything. He just walked up to me and said, “Let’s go!” Like, I had no choice. I wasn’t going anywhere with him. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snapped, crossing my arms and glaring at him. He didn’t care. “Don’t fucking test my patience,” he warned.
Before I could say anything more, he grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the room. “Hey, what are you doing? Leave my hand!” I yelled, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t listening.
We walked for what felt like forever, and then, finally, we stopped. He opened a door, and all I could see was a set of stairs leading down into complete darkness. “Why are we going in the basement?” I asked, my voice shaking with fear. I could feel the dread creeping up my spine. “You’ll see,” he said coldly, his grip tightening on my arm as he pulled me down the stairs.

We reached the bottom, and he turned to face me, his eyes hard. “That’s your new room from now on,” he said. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest. I couldn’t believe what he was saying. A basement? A place like this? “You know I can’t lay a finger on you,” he said, his voice low. “But I can set your mind straight by teaching you a good lesson.” I looked around, my heart sinking. There was nothing here—no clock, no window, nothing. Just cold stone walls and the faint smell of dampness. “This is… it? This is it? There’s nothing here. No light, no warmth. You can’t just leave me here,” I said, panic rising in my voice. “You should thank me enough that I’m giving you a bed to sleep on and food to survive here,” he said. “Now stay here until you learn how to behave properly with me.” I couldn’t believe it. This was my punishment? He turned to leave, but I reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Luca, please don’t leave me here. Don’t do this.” He jerked his arm away, and with that, he gave me one last look. “Leave my hand, Izzy. You should have thought twice before disrespecting me. Now enjoy your punishment. You should be thankful I’m going easy on you.” And with that, he left. He just left me alone in this horrible, dark basement.

Flashback ends.

Now, I’m stuck here. It feels like a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. I haven't seen Luca in days. The maid comes and goes, bringing me food but not a word. She doesn’t even let me speak to her. She just places my meal on the table and leaves. I try to talk to her, but she never responds. I haven’t had a single real conversation in all this time. Luca hasn’t come back, and I miss him. Not in the way I want to, but I miss seeing his stupid face. I miss the sound of his voice, even when he’s being cruel. I hate that I’m stuck here, and I’m starting to wonder if I’ve learned my lesson. I think I need to do something. Maybe I can get the maid to bring Luca here. If I beg him, if I play along, maybe he’ll let me out of this basement. I’ll do anything to get out of here, even if it means giving in to him for now. With those thoughts swirling in my head, I finally drift off to sleep. I don’t know what the next day will bring, but I can’t keep living like this.