Alphas Toy

Part 25

Christopher POV

I watched her eyes widen and then wrinkle in confusion. I could tell deep down that she did feel the mate bond and that's what explains her gradual adaptability to my personality. As much as she denied it, she had felt it somewhere. I caught her gaze, captivating her into my own stare, s key werewolf trait.

And then I did the unpredictable; I flashed my eyes violet and she immediately blacked out but not before looking at me in utter shock. She may have just seen a glimpse of the violet flash but she sure enough. I could be sure that she will bombard me with questions as soon as she awakes.

I carried her to our room, placing her on the bed where the cushions had immediately comforted her. The violet eyes symbolises the mate bond and the only reason she was actually able to see it is because we are truly mates. Obviously I knew from the second my eyes landed upon her but this violet thing might offer her much more reassurance that she is mine. But then again, I'm not quite ready to reveal my werewolf identity to her yet.

Perhaps I could side pass it since she only saw a glimpse. Admittedly I felt bad for knocking her out but I just couldn't handle the fighting and constant questions anymore; it was simply getting frustrating.

Hell, there was a great deal that I felt bad about. The most important being, taking her away from her family and her home. I saw the way her eyes livened in happiness and in innocence when she was with her siblings. They seem to bring her back to life. And in that sense I envied them, they were able to give her a happiness I could not. They had a relationship with her whilst I was just some kidnapper to her. But she's my mate. You can't hold me responsible for these possessive feelings, blame nature.

Then my sympathy turned to anger. I just couldn't understand why she couldn't give me a chance. Notably, there were a few times when we got on and our time together was peaceful. But overall? We're like two north-pole magnets destined to repel one another. But then again we are more alike than we know. I mean we both have that natural exclusive nature; Isabella with her uncanny-like persona and me with my hard exterior. We're both introverts.

I was now smiling in understanding when I realised Isabella's innocence. She was 17, with much to learn. She was a human, completely oblivious to the werewolf world. She was naive, unaware of the dangers of the world. If she knew my story, I would destroy her innocence

I suddenly felt protective over her. We err here in Damon's house and I just couldn't test him. I doubt he would hurt Isabella and he had a mate of his own. But still for the sake of power, I couldn't trust him. I didn't really trust any of my family. I partially trusted my friends but even then, that trust took a while.

I brushed these thoughts aside, deciding it was clearly a long, exhausting day. I took one last glance at Isabella and then took refuge in the shower. My escape.

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Isabella POV

I stirred around, snuffling up close to the cushions, finding this position too comfortable to get up from. I refused as long as I could and before I knew I was back to sleep.

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Christopher POV

Isabella still hasn't woken up and it's been 6 hours since the incident. Admittedly, she was a human but did the violent eyes shock to have this much of an effect? It almost seems ludicrous. I was beginning to get worried and Damon wasn't even here to give me a solution not that he would give a straight forward answer anyways. He did however seem to take a liking towards Isabella, protective even. So who knows? He might end up surprising me.