Dangerous Alpha

The Beta

My eyes slowly peel open as I take in my surroundings.

Great.  It wasn't a dream. 

The morning sun fills the room.  I look at the time, it's 9:23 AM.  My chains rattle as I stand up to go to the bathroom.  I hardly recognize the person I see in the mirror.  My hair is knotted, and the circles under my eyes are so dark.  It appears as if I had just gotten done crying.  Maybe I continued doing so in my sleep.  I splash some water on my face and I find a hairbrush to comb through my frizz and tangles. As I tug on a monstrous knot in my hair, the hairbrush hits the fresh mark on my neck. I suck in a breath as it stings. He must've bitten me pretty hard.

When I'm satisfied with the taming of my hair, I lay back down with a sigh.

Then my door opens.

I quickly turn away and cover my head with the sheets, only for them to be ripped off.

"Time to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Too bad," he says as he grabs my ankle and unlocks the chain. "Follow me."

I reluctantly follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Sit" he says to me.

To my surprise, he turns on the stove and starts cooking.  About five minutes later, there's a plate of hot food right in front of me.  I can't lie, it looks and smells really good, but this whole situation has caused me to lose my appetite. 

I eat as much as I can as I sense his demanding stare.  We never speak a word.  When I've had as much as I can take, I shove the plate of food away from me.  He grumbles and finishes it for me.

I return to my room and thankfully he does not follow. No more stupid chains for me. I get cozy in bed and watch crime shows on the tv all day.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I woke up and the sun was beginning to set. The clock says 7:00 PM. I wonder what woke me up until I hear yelling coming from the living room. Oh yeah. That.

I hear my mate's deep voice and the voice of another man. They seem to be in a really heated argument, and my curiosity, or mere boredom, gets the best of me. I sneak out of my room and tip toe to the landing at the top of the stairs, trying to stay in the shadows.

"Step down Beta before you wake my mate" Declan says dangerously through gritted teeth.

Since when did he care so much?

"It appears we're too late Alpha."

Both of their eyes snap up and meet mine. Great. I've been caught.

My mate closes his eyes briefly and sighs, "Hunter, come down here."

I slowly make my way downstairs.  This is awkward. 

"How much did you hear?" my mate asks me.

"Nothing, honestly."

He looks over at his beta (I presume) with a harsh glare, "We'll continue this conversation later."

The beta simply nods, obviously annoyed at my interruption.  He slowly walks out the front door, closing it a little too loud behind him.

"What was that all about?"

"Don't worry about it."

"But..."

"Would you like dinner?"

I sigh in defeat as he changes the topic. "Sure..."

He cooked, again, and we ate in silence, again.  How fun. 

I decide to break the ice.  "Where's my backpack?"

"In my office."

"Can I have it back?"

"No."

Well that went nowhere. 

I push back my chair, grab my dishes, rinse them in the sink, and head back upstairs.

Just another in paradise, I think to myself as I lie back in bed.