Taking What's His

Chapter 5

I lay awake the next morning, hearing him move around the house. He walked quietly but I could hear the creaks as he opened doors, and the pouring water as he took a shower.

I wasn't an early riser, but having slept nearly all of yesterday, I couldn't sleep much more. Unable to cry anymore yesterday I had just stared up at the ceiling, drifting off to sleep without even realizing it. Woken up only when the Alpha came in three more times to force me to eat.

He would bring a tray with two different meals, and sit at the edge of my bed, watching me intently as I forced myself to eat a little bit of one. When I would push away the tray he would look disappointed in how little I had eaten, but say nothing. He would simply take the tray and leave, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling.

I had slept so much during the day that at night I had been able to sleep only for a few short hours. I had no measure of the time, but it was only beginning to be light out when I had woken.

I wondered how my family was doing, hoping they weren't too worried. Alpha Russel surely would have spoken to them, and would have left out the details. My family knew me though, they knew I wouldn't have simply just gone along with some Alpha without putting up a fight.

I wished again that I had my phone. Maybe I could ask the Alpha to let me call home. The thought of having to talk to him was daunting.

All day yesterday after breakfast I hadn't spoken a single word. He didn't try to start any conversations, only ordered me to eat or drink.

Surely he couldn't refuse if I were to ask to talk to my family. He would hear everything I said, I wouldn't even ask about Ethan.

My door was pushed open and I pushed myself up on the bed to sit leaned against the headboard. Feeling uncomfortable showing any sort of vulnerability to him.

"Morning mate." He said as he came in. Already holding a tray, probably having realized it was futile to ask me what I wanted given I never responded.

He walked in to the room, setting the tray on my lap and sitting down on the edge of the bed. There was no coffee today, not that I would have touched it had there been. Instead there were glasses filled with water, juice and milk.

He had brought an omelet today containing veggies and covered in grated, melting cheese along with a bowl of porridge like yesterday. A bowl of berries sat next to it, and two slices of buttered toast.

For some reason although he had already brought me up 4 meals and watched close enough that I had no doubt he knew very well I wouldn't eat this much, he kept bringing up enough food for two. He himself never ate, just watched me eat.

"I want you to eat more today. I allowed you to starve yourself yesterday, but no longer." He said.

I picked up the glass of milk, taking a few sips of that before picking up a spoon to eat the porridge again.

"You don't like eggs." He stated simply. I glanced up at him as I brought the spoon up to my mouth but silently looked away as I met his eye.

I wondered how I would ever bring myself to ask to call home when I felt like I was hyperventilating every time he came into the room. Not only was he intimidatingly large, but he had also proved himself to be capable of terrible things and seemed to have only bad intentions towards me.

I hated the way he watched me, making no effort to hide the hunger in his eyes. No one else had ever looked at me that way, with a kind of ravenous want that made me want to hide away.

Ethan was kind and sweet, as had been the way he had looked at me. Even when we kissed his gaze remained loving, pure even in comparison to that of the Alpha.