Taking What's His

Chapter 6

I set down my fork after forcing in another bite, ignoring his glare that I could feel was directed at me. It had been two weeks since I had been here and yet my appetite was still close to nonexistent. I never felt hungry, but forced myself to eat as much of the meals he brought in as I could muster.

One would think being locked up in a room with nothing but my own thoughts to entertain me I would look forward to eating, if for no reason other than it gave me something to do, but I hated it. Perhaps it was because with each meal I had to tolerate his presence. Feel the weight of his piercing unavoidable gaze, deal with his quick temper and bite my tongue at his domineering words.

A few days ago he had forced me to eat more, refusing to leave until I had finished off one of the plates he had brought up for dinner. Seeing no other option, I had forced down bite after bite despite the rising sick feeling in my stomach, and satisfied he had left, the smug look on his face only seeming to increase my nausea.

Just a few minutes later I had run to the bathroom, only just barely making it to the toilet before I had thrown up everything in my stomach. Eyes watering and legs trembling I had come back out into the room only to see him standing at the doorway, looking as though he had come running at the sound of me being sick.

After that day he had never forced me to eat more once I had pushed my tray away, but his glaring eyes told me he was just barely restraining himself. This supposed urge to care for me was highly curious to me. It seemed to be driving him mad to see me not eating properly and yet he didn't seem at all bothered by how sick I was becoming trapped in this house away from everyone I had ever known and loved. It seemed to be the way a butcher would care for a lamb to be slaughtered, feeding it and protecting it for his own use, not caring if that arrangement was bad for the creature.

I pushed the tray away and turned my head to stare out the window, waiting for him to leave. I turned to face him when even moments later I hadn't felt the bed move as he got up, or the sound of his footsteps leaving.

He was staring at me silently, the tray still resting beside my feet where I had pushed it. I frowned in confusion, wondering why he was just staring at me, perhaps this was a strange way of forcing me to eat more.

I didn't bother to indulge him, just turned my face away again, hoping he would get the hint and leave me be.

"It's been two weeks since you came here and you haven't set a foot outside this room after your first night." The Alpha stated. I clenched my hands in the blankets pooled around my waist waiting for the verdict. Knowing full well I wouldn't like where he was going with this.

"I'm running out of patience waiting for you to start treating this as your own home."

The only thing that kept me from saying this wasn't my own home was the memory of me saying I wasn't his. Listening to his deluded bullshit was better than aggravating him and having him attack me.

"Come watch a movie with me." He ordered.

I looked up at him with a frown, wondering what in my behaviour for the past two weeks had given him the idea I would want to watch a movie with him.

"No." I responded, my voice coming out sounding like a croak after having not used it in days. It was strange thinking about not having spoken in so long, I hadn't even realized it all these days that I hadn't been speaking. Considering I didn't want to talk to him and he was unfortunately the only person around, I had no choice.

"I'm tired of this behaviour Athena, I've let you wallow in your misery for long enough. It's clearly making you sick, so either you follow me out of this room on your own, or I carry you." He threatened.