The Mark of an Alpha

Chapter 5

"A werewolf?" I squeaked.

"Not only that, amour, but you are also my mate." His eyes were cautious, careful not to overwhelm me.

My heart skipped at beat at the mention of the new vocabulary word.

1 hour before

There were many reasons as to why the house held so many rooms. Maybe it was some type of hotel, one where anyone could go and stay the night. Or maybe it was some sort of shelter, I was present was I not?

Maybe even a cult, the Italian man did hold so much power it was shiver worthy, as well as the others whom had taken me.

With my mind wandering I was clueless to where I was going. Lost once again I stopped where I was, looking around. I had no clue to where I was, nor did I want to ask for help in fear of the penalty to my actions.

"Amore." The Italian voice startled me, freezing me to my spot. Though the fear of being caught did not come. There was something about the man that did not set fire to my fears, but water instead. Something about the new person comforted me, sending all my damaged goods far from my mind.

"Uh, it's Skylar." I whispered, still not facing him. It surprised me how the words came out of my mouth. I never spoke up.

"Do you not like amore?" His accented voice replied. Amusement dancing along his words.

"No, I just thought you wanted to know my name." I cringed at my reply, the familiar fears rising back up to the surface.

"Your name is beautiful, but amore suits you more, love." He translated for me, sounding drastically closer. I could suddenly feel his breath tickling my neck.

The mark tingled slightly with his close proximity.

"We need to talk." The sudden serious tone had me deep in terror. Was he going to hurt me? Beat me?

He took hold of my arm after his statement, pulling me along with him towards some unknown location. Sparks seemed to sizzle where his hand came in contact with my skin and I flinched back, away from his grip. Away from the unknown. He turned and looked at me questionably and when I didn't meet his eyes he continued to stroll the walls of the place expertly.

Finally satisfied with where we were he halted to a stop, causing me to stumble in the process, if it wasn't for his strong grip that caught my waist I would have fallen. For a moment I was sure a heard his chest rumble, but pushed the thoughts away along with his large hands.

I looked around myself to be met with a very large kitchen. Windows lined the exterior, bringing light and warmth upon the area. Granite countertops surrounded the walls, an island with dark bar stools set in the middle of the room. Stainless steel appliances decorated the place, shining in the morning light. Light coloured walls and dark floors tied the place together.

My eyes stared in a state of awe, a dream kitchen was the only way to describe it.

"Would you like something to eat?" A masculine voice asked behind me. The underlining feeling of dread sunk into my stomach, fearing for the worst. My uncle had once been nice to me, bought me things, fed me, provided me with the smallest source of happiness, until one day when he turned into a monster, shredding his act. I felt shame in myself for feeling the faintest bit of trust and calmness towards this man.

He held claws and teeth of a creature that only haunted your dreams as a child. He himself owned an inner demon that could be released at the snap of a finger. This man was not human, he was monster.

My stomach growled at the mention of food, and he took it as my response, a small chuckle leaving his lips, not allowing me an option. As he made his way over to the fridge I spoke.