His One and Only

The (Not So) Great Escape

I didn't know for how long was Ethan going to stay out, so I rushed to the closet and took out the bag I had used when I first came here.

It was a little worn out, but that had little importance at the moment.

I stuffed some warm clothes into the bag carefully to conserve as much space as possible. Then, I took my phone and shot my aunt a quick text, telling her that I would be coming over.

I decided to hide the bag in the closet, behind my clothes. If he somehow found it, I would just tell him that I hadn't emptied it out yet.

No, that won't work.

'How about under the bed?' Liz said as she looked around the room and I shook my head.

That won't work either. I bet he would check there first thing when he comes in here.

I sat down on the floor as I kept thinking and thinking, whenever I came up with a possible hiding spot, my mind would make something up and I would reject it.

I heard the door to the Alpha's quarters open and close and I quickly jumped to my feet. Running into the closet, I stuffed the bag deep within my clothes.

Hopefully, he won't try to look for it here.

I went back into the room and tried my best to act natural as I plopped down on the bed. Surprisingly enough, he hadn't come into the room yet.

I grabbed my phone and opened a random app as the door opened. His scent hit me before he entered, all tall and intimidating.

That seemed odd to me. If I looked back from my first impression of him until now, I had never once thought that he was intimidating, but now... was a different story.

His heavy footsteps echoed throughout the room as he went to the bathroom door and opened it. I didn't dare look up until I heard the bathroom door slam shut.

My phone shook as I gulped down the lump in my throat and let out a shakey breathe.

It was pretty ironic how I was back to square one, where I thought my destination lied. I let out another huff of breathe as I got up and went to my side of the bed.

I remembered the times Ethan had held me close to him and kissed my forehead as we slowly drifted off to sleep.

I remembered how sleeping next to him, snuggled against him in his arms, kept my nightmares away and gave me the best dreams I ever had.

The back of my eyes stung but I refused to cry. I had to be strong. For Marc. For myself. And for Ethan.

Maybe I just wanted to believe that I was lovable enough for Ethan not to suddenly change his mind about me, but I believed Marc's every word.

To stop myself from overthinking, I slid under the covers, feeling a little stiff. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to sleep in the bed or not.

I wanted to take every preventive measure I could to avoid making Ethan angry and hurting me. It would completely and utterly destroy me.

That thought made me get out of bed and onto the couch by the window. It was small enough that if I stretched my legs fully, my feet would stick out over the edge.

Other than that, it was pretty spacious and comfortable. It was a thousand times better than what I had back at the pack house.

I snuggled into the the silky soft couch and pulled my legs up. Not completely turning into a ball, but pretty close.

I turned on the alarm for 3 am and nodded to myself. That would give me enough time to pack some food and escape.

As far as I knew, he woke up at around 6:00 or 6:30 in the morning.