The Alpha's Princess

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 -

Trying to piece together everything that just went on , my mind works into a frenzy. One moment Diesel is telling me how awful of a rouge I am , the next he's threatening to do something potentially very harmful?

I eventually let out the breath I've been holding for so long , because my head feels as if it will explode. I lean my head back on the hard mahogany oak door and close my eyes trying to calm myself.

He won't hurt you.
He can't hurt you.
He could hurt me.
He probably will hurt me.

Trying desperately to calm down, I shove those thoughts from my mind. My head feels as if it's spinning on a top in a zero gravity room. My hands are sweaty and an ache in my stomach has arose. I've never been this stressed in my entire life. I try to think back to what Piers and Luca have stressed over and over again.

"He's a good guy. I swear. He has good intentions."

If I've learned anything from being here , it is that Luca and Piers obviously are brainwashed to think that. Diesel is nothing but a cold hearted bastard , who wants so desperately to get rid of his rouge mate. I can only imagine him dreaming of sending me away or killing me for that matter. I'm surprised I haven't been assassinated by now 'accidentally'

Even if I did die , I still wouldn't have an effect on him. He would simply have one less worry in this world. One less problem to have to wake up to. One less problem to have to fix.

I growl and push my thoughts farther into my head. Deciding to get out of here , I snatch open the door and walk out into the cool , drafty hallway. I look both ways down the long narrow hallway before deciding to head downstairs to my room. I try to remember where my room is and walk that way.

Frustratingly , I eventually find my room and pull the door open to be greeted by the comfort of aloneness. I take a very deep breathe and strip out of 'his' clothes. Growling in disgust, I throw them in the dirty clothes hamper and scamper into the bathroom. I switch on the shower steaming hot and look at myself in the mirror. My body is still lean and pretty toned , my boobs have always been a fair C-Cup , my hipbones are pretty prominent , and I guess my butt is an okay size. I glance at my face with makeup smudges everywhere and lipstick around my lips smeared. Overall , I think I would look half decent with it being perfected. I sigh and look down. Why wouldn't Diesel at least find me attractive? Then I remember.

He's probably been with so many beautiful women , so many models , so many she-wolves , so many royals.. Why would he choose me? Hell , I wouldn't even choose me. I duck my head and step into the blazing shower pressing my back against the cool marble stone wall for support. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of the steam rising in the room.

Eventually , I wash my hair and scrub my body after at least an hour. The water's temperature hasn't decreased off broiling temperate either. I reach over and switch off the heavenly switch and hop out of the shower drying off.

I wrap the towel tightly around my body before walking into my room again. I quickly hop into bed naked and settle down into the sheets. Once warmth is returned to my body , I snatch the t.v. remote and switch on Netflix. Scrolling through the recently watched , I turn on 'Arrow' season 1 episode 6. I personally love the first season of 'Arrow'. I smile as I watch intently as Oliver fights along side Diggy. I've always wondered what it's like to be an undercover badass like him.

About 6 episodes later , I glance at the clock to see it's nearly 6 p.m. I sigh as my stomach grumbles and I stand up. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants , a hoodie , and socks. I snatch my hair up into a messy bun and begin my descent downstairs to get something to eat. Along the stairs a much of chit-chat is heard about the ball and stuff. I personally don't care about anything right now but food and Netflix. Call me lazy , but that's the only way to stay sane here I guess. By slowly counting the days and avoiding Alpha Asshole at all costs.