Alphas Toy

Is this a game?

Isabella family at the top^^^
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Isabella POV

The fucking cunt locked me in the room.

I don't know what the hell to do. I've probably gone missing for quite a few hours, who knew how worried my parents would be? I am 17 only, they're bound to get worried.

Plus it was a long car ride, God knows where he bought me, I could be on the other side of England by now.

I frantically began searching around for some sort of phone or something. But no the bastard was too clever to leave anything for me.

I tried the door and he was right, it was locked. I tried breaking it but it wouldn't budge and I ended up bruising my side.

The window! I ran to it, desperate to escape. But no it was the type of window that wouldn't open.

Oh my god, I'm truly trapped.  What do I do?

So I did the only thing I could think of.

I kneeled down by the corner of the bed, bought my knees close to my chest and began to panic. I didn't cry but I was scared and so truly helpless.

Christopher, or the bastard, as I like to call him, suddenly came into the room.

I lifted my head up and saw he briefly looked at me, his eyes flickering to softness. If he feels sympathetic, why doesn't he let me out. But his attention seemed to be on something else since he was searching for something.

"Why am I here" I suddenly asked.

"I already told you, it's because you're mine" he said continuing his search.

"I'm not your possession. Your crazy, you can't claim somebody as yours and kidnap them. You need help but I can't be your little experiment" I attempted to reason, slowly standing up.

He sighed.

"Look, it's a complicated situation. One that you don't understand yet. But the thing is that I come from a traditional family. One that takes serious care into searching for the mans partner. The perfect partner will lead to a stable family and you looked capable enough, so I took you. I do apologise, I mean I should have got to know you, but instinct took over" he said closer to me now, but still retaining his distance.

"That's bullshit. I don't care about your family tradition and I want to stay out of it. And I'm flattered you think I'm perfect, but you don't even know me" I said.

"You really think I don't know you?" He teased.

I had a well-duh face.

"Isabella Salvatore. Daughter of Edmund Salvatore and Christina Salvatore. Father who is a university lecture, surprisingly from his past record of criminal violence. And full-time mother, now ex-navy soldier" he calmly stated, with his fingers grooming his subtle beard.

"H-how do you know that?" I asked, surprised about how he knew about my parents past. No-one except for our immediate family knows that. How did he find out?

"Well, let's just say that I have my ways. And it doesn't end there. I know you have a little brother, Adam, aged 4 attending primary school and and another little sister, Aria, aged 2. And you of course my darling, are 17 years of age. A bit young for me but I'll manage" he finished off smirking, pretending to invisibly touch my sides.

"How do you know all of this? And why are you researching my family? Why are you bringing them into this?" I asked, almost threateningly, my nerves gone for the sake of my family.