That son of a muffin pooping monkey, I just simply asked him for me to have a normal week and of course, he didn't quite let that happen. Every day, since the incident with the helmet, I have been waking up to things in my living room like a sword, then an old, rusty horseshoe, a blue flag, and a ring. I haven't touched anything except the ring. The ring was a rich golden color, the design was quite beautiful. It had a beautiful grape vine design all the way around it. The front was gorgeous though, it was indented four times to look like petals and in the center of the flower was a beautiful gray diamond. It was beautiful overall, but the problem was, it was now officially stuck on my ring finger. But it wasn't my fault, the morning it showed up, I was walking out of my bedroom and I saw it. Once my eyes were on it, my body just started moving towards it, I tried to stop myself but it was no use. It was like I was thrown into the back seat of my mind, watching my life from the seat of a movie theater. I wasn't in control of my limbs. My fingers just picked it up and slipped it on my left ring finger, like they have done this a million times. Right as it slipped into place, I was thrown back into my body with a hard push. I swayed a little but caught myself before I could tumble to the wooden floor. I looked down at my left hand and try to pry the ring off my finger but it wouldn't budge. I walked to the kitchen, still trying to yank the ring off my finger. I search the cabinet for some olive oil and butter when I found them, I walked over to the sink and applied both on my finger. Aargh!!! Welp, I guess I am going to work with a golden ring on. Lets hope no one takes this the wrong way. I let out a heavy breath and started walking back to my room to get ready for the day. When I was ready in my normal waitress gear, I started heading for the door. I took a glance at the painting and scoffed. Why am I so scared of a painting. I started to lightly giggle I am so ridiculous. I walked out the door and lock it. As I turned around and was about to take a step, I heard a big mental clack behind the door like something broke. I rushed to unlock the door and slammed open the door. There on the floor lay a man. He was lying face down on the floor.......naked. He had cuts everywhere. They littered his back from what I could see. I took a timide step toward him, not sure if he was dead. I was so confused, I didn't know where he could have come from. There was no possible way he could have gotten through the front door because I just locked it tight. He could have gotten through the windows but why would he be naked and have cuts that bad. As I got closer to him, I could see his back softly moving up and down. I let out a huge breath I didn't know I was holding in, at least he is not dead. I don't need the police after me. I slowly got closer to where I was able to see his face. He had midnight black hair that looked really soft, I could feel my hand twitch, and I had this urge to ruffle it up and mess with it. His light olive skin tone looked almost spotless except for the light freckles on his nose and under his eyes. He had high cheekbones which fit him perfectly, a scar ran across his freckled nose but did nothing to offset his beauty but somehow made him look more dangerous. He had a sharp jawline, that looks as if I slide my finger down, I would have gotten cut. His eyes were the pretty shade of dark gray- wait, his eyes. I stumble back, my back hit the edge of the couch painfully, I didn't realize that while I was 'checking him out', he woke up. I could feel my heart rate picking up as he watched my every move. His eyes never leaving me as he got up. I instantly looked away.
"Where am I, mia regina?" His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. His rich Italian accent made me want to melt right then and there, I could tell wherever he came from, the woman there probably threw themselves at him. As I tried to back up, He started to walk closer to me
"D-Don't," I said shakely, I had no clue who this man was. I didn't want him to come near me, plus he was still naked, which he didn't seem to mind. I covered my eyes
¨ I asked, Where am I?¨ He asked again sternly. I searched for a blanket, once I found one, I threw it at him.
"Put that on, then I will talk to you," I could hear him shuffling around for a second. After a few moments of silence, I peeked through my fingers to see him staring at me. He looked genuinely confused for a second, and then his head tilted to the side somewhat a puppy would do and after a few seconds his eyes narrowed.
"What are you," He asked sternly. Wait- what? Now it was time for me to be confused
"What do you mean," I asked nervously.
"I said What. Are. You! Do not act dumb with me." With every word he said he took a step closer to me which I took one back till my back reached the wall. He kept coming closer till we were about 2 feet from each other than he suddenly switched directions. He started walking down the hall muttering to himself.
"Hey, where the hell are you going, You can't just go into someone's house and walk around."
"Oh, but I can, now since I own you. I can do whatever I want, mate." This nerve this guy has, thinking that he could just show up at my house, and claim me as his like i was some sort of object, oh heck no.
"You do not own me! I own myself, Who the hell do you think you are." He stopped walking when he came to a door and turned around and started slowly walking to me. Instead of running like my insides were telling me to do, I stood my ground.
" I am Octavian Vincenzo, the king of the Aragonese people, and Alpha of the moonblood pack. Since you are my mate I own every single part of you. You are there to bare my children, cook and clean and nothing else," I was shell-shocked. What the heck was an Alpha or a mate. Before I could say anything a door slammed shut which kicked out of my thoughts. I ran up to the door and started pounding on it.
"HEY! Where do you think you are going," I tried the knob but it was locked. "Open this door this instance. I am going to call the police and they will take you to jail" I heard a scoff and shuffling behind the door.
"Stay out of my STUFF!" I screeched "I am going to call the police." The door slammed open before I could blink, my back was shoved against the wall. I tried to escape but two muscled arms stopped me.
"The reinforcements?" I gazed at him awkwardly and then softly nodded, he laughed ¨If you call the police or whatever they are, you will go straight to prison, no questions asked. So next time you threaten me, Think. It. Through." He was starting to get me a little nervous because he was getting a little to close, but something inside of me told me that he would never intentionally hurt me. Right as I thought he was going to get closer, he was in the room slamming the door shut, again. I just sighed and gave up, he could easily kill me with flick of his wrist. He was extremely taller me and much, much stronger than me and I would rather not get killed tonight. I walked into the kitchen and sat down on one of the kitchen table chairs. I had to come up with a plan. I looked out the kitchen window to see that it was dark out. Ugh, just great, missed a day of work because of this bastard.
