Beautiful Monster

Chapter Four

Previously: He looked at me as he whispered my name, as if he testing the sound in his mouth. "Anastasia...I like it." He abruptly stood up and headed towards the door, his hand paused on the doorknob as he turned to me with a blank expression, his eyes cold and distant. "Welcome home, Anastasia."

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It had been hours since Bryant, my mate and kidnapper, left me to my own device, a wall clock behind me tick, tick, ticking away as my boredom grew bigger and my patience grew thinner with every passing tick. Since waking up here I had enough time to memorize the entire layout of the bedroom - a walk-in wardrobe and a dressing table with a large mirror to the left of me, a bathroom with a toilet, shower and a huge bath to my right and by the door Bryant exited out of was a huge book shelf filled with really old books to modern day books (even the Twilight series, go figure) and a cute little reading chair right next to the bookshelf and opposite to the door and bookshelf was a king sized bed and a big ass window. The walls were like an aqua blue color with a white carpet. It was a unique bedroom but not quite my style. I mean, the books - hell yeah. I love reading all kinds of books. But that's it to be honest.

Time was dragging its lazy ass along and it was driving me insane with every tick tock tick tock. Gritting my teeth, I decided to try the door because I haven't actually tried going for the door yet, I wanted to bide my time, but now I couldn't take it anymore. I was bored and hungry.  I go up to the door and pressed my ear against the cold wood and waited for any sound; voices, footsteps, growling or maybe any kitchen noises or car engines. Nothing but eerie silence. I pulled back, my hand tight on the doorknob as I slowly turned it, wincing at its every protesting squeak and then I carefully opened the door until it was fully open to a hallway. I looked left of the hallway, seven other doors (bedrooms I'm guessing) were closed on that side. I look right of the hallway, a flight of stairs. Hopefully a kitchen down there. I sneaked into the hallway and down the stairs, stopping when I hear a creak, hoping Bryant doesn't come charging at me. I just really want a sandwich or maybe a bowl of ice cream. When I reach the bottom of the stairs I smell something yummy so I follow the smell and I found the kitchen - fuck yes! Food. I look in the fridge and I grab out a huge apple and start munching on that as I search through the cupboards for something else to eat, maybe something I could just grab and then find my way back to the bedroom. I wasn't looking for long when I heard a males voice behind me that wasn't Bryant's. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

I close the cupboard doors calmly and turn to the voice behind me where a bulky mother fucker stood smirking at me and it wasn't until then I realised I was barely wearing anything. I put my hand on my hips, ignoring this pigs filthy gaze on my chest. "Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "how flexible are you?"

"Not as flexible as you, I see," I retorted. He looked at me confused before I continued. "I mean, look how far your head is up your ass. That's gotta be a world record for sure."

He snarled at me and suddenly I was pinned to the fridge. "You're a feisty little bitch, aren't ya?"

"You have no idea," I spat and I was ready to fight, and maybe kill, this guy if he tried anything but two huge hands grabbed hold of his hand and twisted, snapping his neck and his huge body thumped to the floor and there stood Bryant, glaring at me fiercely. I hated that look. It was the look an angry parent would give to their child when their child disobeyed them. I wasn't a child and he had no right to treat me as such. "I can take care of myself," I told him. "I'm not a defenceless girl-"

"What were you thinking? Leaving your room and looking like that," he growled viciously at me. 

"I was hungry!" I yelled throwing my arms in the air. "What? You expected me to sit in that darned room and starve? Or die of boredom?" Bryant suddenly grabbed a hold of me and flipped me over his shoulder, my skin burning when his skin touched mine - which wasn't hard considering I was practically wearing nothing - but ignoring the flares of sensual burning, I punched at his back as hard as I could but barely even bruising him. "Put me down! I am not a rag doll! Put me down!" I ordered but he ignored me as he jogged up the stairs with me over his shoulder. He burst into my bedroom, slammed the door shut with his foot and flung me onto the bed. "Hey!" I protested and he was suddenly on top of me, straddling me and pinning my arms beside my head.

"How dare you let another man see you in such a state!" He yelled. "Because of you I killed one of my warriors."

"Well maybe you should teach your 'warriors' some respect!" I screamed back, ignoring the urge to pull him in for a kiss. My wolf howled at me to do so, but I wasn't about to roll over for this asshole. "That jerk was treating me like a piece of meat on a string and I'm not!"

"To them you are," he warned, his eyes glowing blood red and I felt the presence of his arousal growing. I resisted the need to blush as he continued. "My warriors are from packs that treat women like they did hundreds of years ago. Even if I wanted to teach them respect they wouldn't care unless you were a marked Moon Mother."

"Moon Mother?"

"A Luna."

"So I'm guessing you haven't told them about me?" He shook his head. "Why not?"

"Because if they knew about you then they would know my weakness and to kill me they would have to kill you. And I'm not ready to give up on my reign as Alpha," he explained.

So he wasn't concerned for my safety. It was a power issue. My anger spiked. "Fuck you!" I seethed. "I'm not some little girl who needs protecting! I'll have you know I was one of my packs strongest warriors-"

"But not strong enough!" He roared, flinging himself off me and punching my window, shattering all the glass to a billion pieces. We sat in silence for what seemed like hours but was really just a few minutes. He calmed his breathing while I calmed my frighten heart. Yes, that did frighten me. What if he started hitting me like that? What if he couldn't control his anger and didn't move away like he did then and aimed at me instead? Is he really capable of such things?

After a while, both of us calm, he sighed. I looked away from him, pouting as my fear turned to anger. I could feel his eyes looking at me but I refused to acknowledge him. "I will send someone to come up and clean this glass and also fetch you something to eat. If you really need me my office is the last door down the hall. Stay in this room. Tomorrow I will give you a set of rules that you must follow if you are to survive this pack. Goodnight." And with that, he was gone.

Still angry, I stripped off my clothes and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the shower and just stood there. After washing my body, my hair and shaving my anger finally vanished and I turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around myself. I wiped the steam off the mirror and looked at myself...I'm a spitting image of my mother so when I look in a mirror it's like looking at my mom. I missed her. And Frankie. Nicole and Brittany too. And especially my big brother. I wonder how everyone is doing? Are they okay? Will they be searching for me? Grieving for me?

I sighed as I went into the bedroom and found the whole place spotless, the glass cleared up, the bed sheets straightened up and a tray of fruit sitting by the foot of the bed. I dressed in my previous clothes before grabbing a book from the bookshelf. I then sat on the bed and began eating some strawberries.

"I miss you, Mom," I whispered to myself. "I promise, I'll see you again," I vowed. I never ever break promises.