The Alpha's Angel

I don't belong too you

Chapter 8

Crystals POV

I wake up to my head pounding and my body aching. What was going on. I slowly fix my eyes to the bright light. I tried sitting up but a force was pushing me back down.

"Lay down, you need to rest." Calls Jack. What is he doing here? What am I doing here? I take in my surroundings and see I'm in Jacks elegant red room again in his bed under the covers. He must really like the color red.

Jacks in a chair, which is scooted beside the bed. But Cody was nowhere to be found. I missed that little guy.

I attempt to sit up again but very slowly, not wanting a migraine. This time jack doesn't hold me down. He watches my every move until I'm sat up straight.

"How are you feeling?" He asks. My head begins to pound again and I feel like hurling right on his bed. I successfully keep it down.

"Like shit." I reply. He chuckles at my remark. He slowly reaches my hand but I pull away. I don't like him like this. He knows it.

He slowly retracts his arm back and puts it to his side.

"I'm sorry." He says solemnly. I see the sorrow written on his face, like regret. Anger rose in me. How dare he touch me like that?! Thinking that everything was alright and nothing had happened? Like as if I forgave him. As if! I feel nothing for this animal. And besides, He should feel guilty. He kidnapped me, kept me hostage, and won't let me leave. What's his deal? Does he want something from me? Did I take something from him that belongs to him? He did all these things and now he's regretful? Unbelievable! This is too much to handle from the past 3 days. I look out the window beside the bed and notice the sun was shining.

"How long was I out?" I ask. Because last time I checked, it was dawn when I passed out.

"A couple hours." He replies. I nod understandingly and go back to my thoughts.

After a couple minutes pass by, We're both still silent, not making any eye contact. I look up at him and see that his eyebrows are scrunched together and his eyes were looking off into the distance in thought. It was like he was pondering what to say and how to say it, but words don't come out. He closes his eyes in frustration and huffs a sigh.

"You know when I said..." He wanders while trying to piece his words right with his eyes still shut in thought.

"....that I was going to explain everything to you?" He asks quietly, only for me too hear. I nod my head in agreement. Where is this going?

As if he knew I agreed, he kept going.

"I think it's time to tell you." He says. I'm stunned. To think he would want to explain to me what and who he is. He was full of secrets and always mysterious, I noticed. He's like a bottomless pit of secrecy. To me, he seemed like the guy that would never reveille such secrets. And he kept his big secret from me which slipt, thanks to slut-blondie. And now, he wants to tell me his true, dark, and eerie secrets. I bet things he has never told anyone. But I don't want to know. I wasn't ready too know. The less I know the marryer.

"Don't." I plead, begging him not to. I've been told enough, I just don't want to hear it. As if he knew I was going say that, he continues on, again.

"Then at least let me explain why your here." He pleads. That is exactly the question I wanted to ask. Why am I here? And how long?

I nod, letting him continue. He huffs and rubs his face, trying to relieve some stress. I take the covers off of me and sit in front of him on the bed. He better explain well.

"You obviously know what I am." He states. Obviously.

"No, I do not kill innocent people. Brianna did that to scare you, to keep you away from me." He says, not giving me any eye contact what so ever. Okay. I don't know whether to believe him or not, but I let him continue. He huffs again, but this time, more stressfully.