The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 41

Isabelle’s POV

When I woke up, I was still in the same room. The door was locked, just as I had expected. That possessive jerk wouldn’t let me out so easily. I slowly sat up, my body still aching from yesterday’s incident. The memories came rushing back, making my stomach twist in anger and frustration. I hated him. I hated his wolf even more. Sighing, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. There was no point in trying to open the door—I already knew it was locked. Instead, I focused on my morning routine. The pain in my body made even small movements uncomfortable, so I decided to take a warm shower to ease my sore muscles. As soon as I stepped under the warm water, I felt a sense of relief. The heat relaxed my body, washing away some of the tension. I stood there for what felt like forever, letting the water soothe my pain. For a moment, I could pretend everything was normal—that I wasn’t trapped in this room, that I wasn’t under Luca’s control.

After half an hour, I finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I got dressed in some comfortable clothes, not bothering to put much effort into my appearance. I had nowhere to go anyway. Once I was done, I walked back to the bed and turned on the television. There wasn’t much else I could do. I just hoped Luca would let me out of this room soon. But even if he did, I would never forgive him for what happened. His wolf was a complete monster, and Luca should be the one apologizing to me, not acting like he owned me. I was lost in my thoughts when, suddenly, the door opened. “Morning, kitten,” Luca’s voice filled the room.

I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were blue again. That meant his wolf wasn’t in control anymore. But I knew better than to think his wolf was gone for good. He had promised he would stick around. I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to make Luca regain control. “I said something to you, kitten,” Luca repeated, shoving his hands into his pockets. I narrowed my eyes at him. I was furious with him, too. How could he have left me alone with his insane wolf? “Morning,” I muttered in a neutral tone, not bothering to put any warmth into my voice.

Luca didn’t react to my attitude. Instead, he walked toward the bathroom. “Let me take a shower, then we’ll have breakfast. We need to talk. So get ready.” Talk? I didn’t want to talk to him. I didn’t want to be near him. But, of course, he wouldn’t give me a choice. After about ten minutes, Luca came out of the bathroom, his hair still damp. Without warning, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. Instinctively, I flinched at his touch. I hated him touching me. I didn’t trust him anymore. His grip only tightened, and he gave me a deadly glare, making it clear that I had no choice but to follow him. When we reached the dining table, we both sat down. The chef silently served breakfast before disappearing into the kitchen. The tension between Luca and me was thick, but neither of us spoke. “Let’s eat, Isabelle,” he said. I ignored him and focused on my food, refusing to acknowledge his presence. Surprisingly, he didn’t react to my silence. We both ate in complete silence, the only sounds coming from our utensils against the plates. As soon as I finished eating, I stood up to leave. I wanted to go back to my room and stay away from him for as long as possible. But before I could take a step, Luca’s voice stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going?” I turned around and crossed my arms.

“To my room.” “Did I tell you that you could go?” I didn’t respond. I was too tired to argue with him. Luca’s expression darkened. He slammed his hand against the dining table, making the plates rattle. “Do I look like a fucking fool to you? Answer me.” I clenched my fists. I had had enough of his bossy attitude. Just because I had slept with him didn’t mean he owned me. “What do you want to talk about, Luca?” I snapped. His jaw tightened. “Why are you behaving like this?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that? After what you did last night?” “Oh, please, you deserved it,” he said casually. My blood boiled at his words. “I fucking hate your stupid wolf! What he did was wrong! I didn’t do anything to deserve that!” I yelled at him. “Shut up, Isabelle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why should I?” I challenged, rolling my eyes. Luca’s lips curled into a smirk. “You think if I was in control, I would have let you go?” His voice was low and dangerous. I swallowed hard.