Chapter Three

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This wasn't familiar to the girl. The cool silk of the sheets surrounded her like soft clouds, her body falling slightly into the middle of he bed were a dip had permanently been made. She had never had the pleasure of sleeping on such a soft bed before, but as soon as her eyes became focused and saw the door she was on her feet. She took long strides tugging at the locked door. Cursing under her breath she started to look around the room. There wasn't much to it apart from a bed, bath room and a couple of chest of draws. Running a hand through her hair she hissed at the sudden pain. A small egg had started to grow right on top of her head making her think. Hayden.

Where was Hayden?

The sound of the door clicking made her spin.

"Afternoon, how are you feeling?" A man smiles standing in the door way. She made no movement or sound. He frowned his eyes brows his bottom lip twitching, thinking.

"How is your head?" He asks his smile coming to play as the girl nods.
"Good, can I leave please?" She asks in just a whisper.

"Uh no sorry, Marcus will be here soon to speak to you." He says.
"What is your name?" He asks again making Misty annoyed. She didn't understand any of this, she was surprised she was still alive.

"Well my name is Troy." The man says hopping to get a reaction out of the girl; only to be disappointed. Troy was excited to know his alpha had found his mate, but to a human? That was just a disgrace. A weak tiny human, that couldn't even speak confidently.

Marcus asked Troy to look after the girl while he spoke to his father; whom was mated to a human.

Troy took the girls silence loud and clear and sighed.
"Aren't much of a talker?"
She shook her head looking down at her feet.
"That's okay..." He smiles again before the room turns quiet.

"How old are you?" He asks staring at the girl taking in her appearance. She had long straight brown hair that probably reached her hips. Her eyes the colour of the sunset, Her clothes filled with dirt and blood. Her body so small Troy could probably break it with just his pinky.

"If I answer your questions can I leave?" She says softly, as scared as she was this was all an act, do what they want then hit them were it hurts. Running is really the only plan she had at this time but the locked door was a problem.

"No, but if you answer then we could be friends." He stopped looking at the girls unamused face before sighing.
"I could show you around the house? Maybe we could go down to the kitchen and get some food. I can tell your hungry." He says with his smile as the girls stomach growls.

"Fine." Was all she had to say for Troy to jump in delight.

"I am 17 years of age, and my name is Misty, now can we leave this dreadful room?" She asks looking at the door.

"Yeah but only for a little bit, Marcus said to not let you leave, but you wont run off will you?" Troy says with a laugh, she was tiny what could she possibly do?


*Hey everyone! How was that? I hope you are all enjoying it! to be perfectly honest I have no Idea were this book is going, so hold on tight it may be a bumpy ride*

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