The Alpha's Games

Three

Maybe I was wrong to so quickly cast my opinions on Chris's looks.

When his eyes lock with mine small butterflies flit around my stomach.

I feel my cheeks light and the sudden anxiousness for how I must appeal to him. Despite these obnoxious feelings I stand my ground, breaking our eye contact and staring at my palms. The other girls continue to fangirl for a minute before sitting at the table. All silently bitter about the lucky 2 that got to sit so close to him. To see his upclose beauty. To marvel at those unique seagreen eyes. To practically count every freckle that lies dotted along his nose.

"Ladies" his voice is velvety and soothing " gentleman. I would like to first and foremost welcome you to my home. I would also like to once again thank and congratulate you for participating in these games. Not only are you contestants in my games but you are valued friends."

The words stop the hot second of me drooling over Chris. No matter how attractive he was, Chris has taken me away from my life. My home. My sister. These monstrous actions are enough to leave me cold towards any sort of affection I felt.

"Tonight we will just eat together and tomorrow the real fun will begin how does that sound?"

As if im school everyone replies in unision, brainwashed and fascinated with a charming ego. Too bad I'm more focused on more interesting tactics like escaping or winning.

During dinner, Chris flirtatiously chats with a variety of people. Asking simple and boring questions like "whats your favorite color?" or "what are you looking for during this time?" The girls all rush to answer his questions. Speaking over each other to be noticed. To add to this they flutter their lashes or push out their breasts. They giggle at his light jokes and bite their lip seductively. I eat my stew and observe everyone not even attempting to join in any kind of conversation.

"Is there anyway to escape from this place?" One girl says jokingly.

He laughs and crosses his arms over his chiseled chest. Then he nods his head and cocks an eyebrow. I perk up once he does this, tuning in fully.

"You aren't trying to run from me are you?"
"Of course not, who would want to run from you?" I roll my eyes at her attempt to seem sexy.

A thick and long silence fills the void of dinner for a while. Then the same girl, desperate to keep what she thinks is a spark between her and Chris, continues on the subject.

"Where might this location be?" Her voice is low and she bats her fake lashes slowly.
" Lalya we aren't trying anything are we?" He mimics her low tone.

I hold my breathe both in anticipation and to stop myself from laughing. This entire conversation was absurd and made me feel uncomfortable.

"Of course not! Maybe I just want to play a game with you."

Everyone is practically leaning into her words. Chris's eyes spark and he smiles gorgeously. A few girls including Christina sigh dreamily.

"Well all you have to do is walk out the front door."

I choke on my stew the moment I hear what he says. Could it really be true? Was it really as simple to walk out of the front door? The wheels in my head began to spin at the possibility of freedom.

"I'm fine!" I say as hands reach to pat my back" I'm ok. I'm just umm- eh tired."
"Well it is late" he says softly " perhaps we should head up."

I nod my head snapping my eyes up to meet Chris's. A small almost invisible emotion of suspicion was glazed over. Innocently I look away to met with a petty infuriating glare from Layla.