Rejecting The Big Bad Alpha *COMPLETED & EDITED*

Chapter 32

Yes! This is Alpha Tate! I know he's a bad guy but he's so fucking hot 😍
Shout out to Evan Peters!
I'm two episodes away from the fourth season of AHS!

Jordan's POV:

I woke up on the hard, cold and disgusting floor once again. Pain began to throb relentlessly in my head causing me to whine out in discomfort. I gently rubbed my face, trying to bring any kind of comfort for myself. As I did so, I could feel a huge bump on my cheek as pain continued to spiral to that specific area.

Suddenly, my clouded mind had cleared and came back to reality as I remembered the previous night before.

That would be a bruise from where Tate hit me.

I groaned loudly, forcing myself to sit up. I rested my head against the hard wall. A gentle sniff surpassed my nose as my eyes prickled with tears. I missed Alexander so much, I was literally in pain being what seemed to be so far away from him.

Suddenly, a pleasant aroma had begun to cloud the room and my head piped up. Whatever it was smelt much better than this place, that's all I can really say. I began to blink my tired eyes and sat up properly against the wall. I sniffed the air greedily, as if the smell would fill my growling belly.

Finally, I realised what it was, a happy gasp slipped past my dry lips. It was food. I heard a door creak open slowly, obviously under its weight, to then be slammed shut. Heavy footsteps could be heard descending down the stairs. I pulled my legs up to my chest in fear. I then stupidly buried my head into my knees. I received a not so nice whiff from my arm pits, causing me to nearly vomit.

How long have I been asleep for?

The prison-like doors rolled open and I hadn't even dared to look up at him, keeping my eyes shut tightly and whimpering softly.

"Look up at me, girl." He spoke calmly. I ignored his request, my breathing heavy with fright and anger. It was moments later that I had heard him growl angrily.

"Look up at me, bitch!" He boomed out loudly. I squealed as I felt him he gripped my hair forcing me to look up at him. The pain that had morphed and visibly etched into my face was on full display for him. He smirked grimly down at me.

My eyes filled with unshed tears as a scowl plastered on his face. He let go of my hair, causing a gentle ache to occur. I instinctively looked down, only to feel him grip my chin in his slender fingers. He forced me to look up at him once again.

I watched as he intently scanned over my face, every bone structure and flaw that was displayed, his eyes greedily drank up. He then began to lightly graze his thumb over my dry lips. I shivered in disgust at the feeling of him touching my face.

He then bent down further, taking something from behind his back. I clenched my eyes closed, worried what it could be. Suddenly, amazing aroma hit my nose once again and my eyes shot open in a quick motion.

They were met with a plate of two eggs, 5 rashes of bacon, two hash-browns and a cup of orange juice. I looked up, confusion on my face as to why he would be feeding me as if I was at a 5 star buffet. I noticed he had sighed a little bit, sitting himself down in front of me. He crossed his legs like a 2nd grader and began playing with his shoelaces.

"I'm glad you're awake, I was worried you had died." He mumbled softly. I looked up, my mouth agape at his words. My eyes hadn't met with his own since they were fixated on his hands.

I looked back down at my own shoeless feet, scratching at my head nonchalantly, my vison now set on the food before me.

"How long was I out for?" I mumbled, not looking up at him. We sat in silence for what felt like several minutes. I thought for sure he had left until i felt him grab my chin once again, tilting my head up to meet his extremely dark brown eyes.