Prisoner To An Alpha

Stick To My Word

"Wake up." Someone said. "Nadia. Wake up."

"Hm?" I tried to speak while sleeping.

"Wake up." I began squinting my eyes until I could see clearly. Who the hell is waking me up in the morning? I saw that I was facing the opposite direction of the door and began turning around to see Miles standing a few inches away from the bed.

"Why?" What the hell does he want?

"You said you wanted to help so here's your chance."

"Early in the morning?!"

"Its technically nine o'clock."

"Same thing." I turned around to look back at the wall and the dresser.

"C'mon, you have to eat."

"First you want to be abusive and now you want give me breakfast. Is this your way of saying 'I'm sorry' because it's not working."

"Just get up dammit."

"No."

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me! I said n-." Before I could finish my sentence, Miles pulled the covers off of me. The air was kind of cold which almost made me shiver. "What the hell is your problem?!" He cannot be serious right now, he totally lost his mind.

"I told you to get up but you didn't listen."

"So you pull the fucking covers?!"

"Yes now get up." I got myself half up and retrieved the covers until Miles pulled the cover completely off the bed. They were holding on to dear life on the end of the bed. That's it! I got off the bed and I'm going to show him how wide awake I completely am!

"I'm up now dammit!" I yelled. "Now get out!"

"You have to eat first."

"Why can't you just bring it in here?!"

"Do you want to starve while being locked up in this room or do you want to eat?"

"You didn't answer my fucking question!"

"I did...if you listened you would know the answer."

"Well you didn't answer it properly you dick!"

"Seems like you still didn't get the message about what I told you last night."

"Oh I got the message. You just didn't get the message that I told you last night." I remember it loud and clear. The message I received last night is that you can't keep your hands to yourself and you're nothing but a dog.

"Like I listen to someone who acts like a toddler."

"Everyday you argue with this toddler, so that makes you one too." He let out a low growl like the dog he is and give the usual look.

"Go eat."

"No...I don't want anything that has your hands all over it. And why does it matter to you if I eat?"

"Just eat!"

"Make me."

"You want me to force you to eat?! Do you really want to play the fucking toddler game?!"

"No one asked you to play it."

"You and your mouth."

"And you and your fucking attitude. Now can you please leave?"

"Not if you ea-."

"I don't want to fucking eat, okay?!" The room got silent and the first thing you hear was my stomach growling. Not growling, but roaring. Waiting for the moment that I will soon eat to fulfill it its wildest dreams. Crap. That was bad timing. I pressed my hand against my stomach and looked at him to see he had the same facial expression. I could tell he was having that 'you know I'm right' feeling but I didn't care.