Alpha Vaughan

Chapter 34

My eyes were teased open by bright sunlight. When I opened them, I groaned, feeling groggy and disoriented. I snuggled into the warm skin beneath m--

I shot up, staring down at piercing grey eyes, my hand flying to my gaping mouth. In a split second I scrambled away from him, landing on my feet. I instantly put some space between us.

Eyes wide, I stared at him, waiting for him to castigate me.

His husky morning voice wafted through my ears as he said, "At least someone had a good night sleep."

Taming my disorderly hair, I stuttered, "Y-yeah, well I--"

His eyes flashed yellow, his tone dropping to dangerous notes. "Don't...try that again next time."

My mouth opened and closed. "It wasn't like y--"

"Don't," he grated out. "I could have hurt you."

Startled at the concern in his voice, I fell quiet. Then my eyes landed on his chains and I said, "Those wouldn't have let you."

He scrubbed his palms over his face. "I could've broken out of them."

Shocked, I asked, "Just how serious are your nightmares?"

When he didn't respond, I held his gaze, letting my trust show through mine. "Besides," I said quietly, "you couldn't have hurt me."

Looking into my eyes, he briefly shook his head, scoffing in disbelief. "And next time? You really trust that I won't?"

Straightening, I nodded. "I Do. I... I trust you."

A stretch of silence passed between us, before he slowly stood and went into the bathroom, but not before he paused before me and said, "Don't."

Standing there in the middle of the room, I watched him go until I was staring at a closed door.

Sighing, I turned away from the door and walked over to the sofa, dropping my weight into it.

I picked up the remote on the side table and turned on the TV. A blonde newscaster greeted my sights.

"...The Holloway family were kind enough to take in the stray puppy whose case, as you know, shocked a lot of people--"

As she spoke, the screen splitted in two to reveal the picture of a brown puppy who had one black eye missing. My heart instantly clenched.

When the woman went on to talk about sports, I made to change the channel but stopped when her hand suddenly flew to her earpiece, her eyes widening briefly. If I wasn't watching too closely, I would have thought I imagined the pure horror that flashed across her face for a split second.

She faced the camera, her face a picture of perfect calm. "News is just reaching me now that three more people were found dead at a charity function hosted by business mogul, Alexander Weecroft. In light of that and the event that happened at the Lord mayor's wife's dinner party yesterday, the authorities have imposed a curfew. It is advised that no one should be seen wandering the streets at past Ten p.m."

My interest peaked, my curiosity heightening. Leaning forward, I watched as the camera switched to a male reporter. Beside him stood a tall, brown haired woman. She was dressed in a regal blue low cut dress.

The dress was obviously meant to lend a mien of confidence to the wearer, but she ruined the effect by mindlessly bawling her eyes out much to the dismay of the reporter, who looked to be trying his very best to calm her down.

As if knowing the focus was on him now, he immediately stilled his attempts and rose the microphone to his lips. "Here with me is Mrs Annelise Weston, wife of the CEO of the Weston corporations, George Weston, and former guest at Mrs Sabine Carter's yesterday's dinner party. She claims to have seen--"