Rose (pink) pov

When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is the ceiling. When did we change the wooden slats for a white ceiling? I stretch for a long time. It is then that the events of this morning come back to me. The alpha!

I look around the large room in front of me. I have been captured by the alpha! I was fucking kidnapped! I have to leave here.

When I wanted to get up, something held me back. I lift the blanket and freeze when I see an arm on my stomach. Oh my God! I turn my head slowly, afraid I'm right.

I stare at the man lying on his stomach, one arm over mine. What the hell happened? Why is he sleeping here with me? I have to leave here. Take advantage of the situation to run away.

I gently touch his arm to remove it, but at my touch, he tightens his grip. So I changed tactics. I move to lie on my side.

- Stop moving ! he orders without moving

- Let me go then.

He sighs, removing his arm. Was it that easy? Was it enough to ask?

I don't dwell on it any longer and jump up. Having gotten up too quickly, I felt dizzy. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. That's when I notice that I'm no longer wearing my black jeans or my white top for that matter. I'm wearing a large white T-shirt that seems to reach mid-thigh. A man's T-shirt for sure.

I don't remember changing. Nor having come here. I don't remember anything except Julia's sad look.

I stare at the alpha who is still sleeping. Could it be possible that he was the one who changed me? I hope not.

- How come I don't wear my clothes anymore? I asked him perplexed.

- So that you sleep more peacefully, he answers sleepily.

- I don't remember changing.

- I did it for you, he admits simply.

I am speechless. How could he afford to change me? Who does he think he is? I ignore the embarrassment and focus on the anger building inside me. I get up and look at him.

- We do not undress a person without their consent! We call it...

- To begin with, I am NOT ANYBODY, but YOUR soul mate! he cuts me off, sitting down on the bed. And finally, I have no accountability to you.

- Pardon? I'm telling you that this is my body so yes, you have to...

Someone knocks on the door, cutting me off. I turn towards the door. A woman comes in with a tray in hand. She ignores me and places it on the nightstand on my right.

- Would you like anything else?

- No, get out.

She nods and leaves the room. I look at him in shock. Would a thank you be too much?

He turns his back to me and stretches. Despite myself, my eyes quickly roam his muscular back. I realize that I know nothing at all about this man. I find myself in the room of a man, whose name I don't even know.

- You should eat instead of staring at me.

My cheeks instantly redden. I look away and stare at the food on the tray. To say I'm not hungry would be a lie. But...eating will mean accepting this situation. However, this is not the case.

- No thanks.

- It was not a question.

He walks around the bed and opens a door behind me. A bathroom. I examine the tray. These pancakes look very appetizing. And damn, I'm going to need strength to escape from here. An empty stomach wouldn't help me.

I sit on the bed and start eating. I take the small bag and look at it. Paracetamol.

The alpha ends up coming out with wet hair. Has he already taken a shower? So fast?

- Why is there paracetamol?

- For your headache.

- I don't have a headache, I contradicted him.

“You should,” he said, frowning.

- Why should I have a headache?

My question is answered by a memory. Arm pain. The syringe. They injected me with something. I stop eating and suddenly get up, panicked.

- What did you inject into me?

- A sedative so you will quickly go down a notch. Otherwise, I'm the one who's going to need it, and believe me, you wouldn't want to see that.

His black gaze makes my blood run cold. I sit down and continue eating without adding anything. Once finished, he gestures for me to follow him.

- I'm not going to leave this room in this outfit, I refused.

- Too bad, I had a nice view. He mocks, pointing to my chest.

I look down and notice that indeed my black bra was more than visible. Reflexively, I cross my arms in front of my chest and watch him get annoyed. He's still cheeky!

Still, with his mocking smile, he points to the door next to the bathroom. I head towards it hoping to find my clothes from the day before.

I am speechless when I see the huge dressing room. A large counter under which around a hundred shoes are placed is placed in the middle of the room. The left side is filled with men's clothing while the right side is filled with women's clothing. All are illuminated by LED lights hanging above. It is fabulous!

I don't know who these women's clothes belong to, but I have no choice but to borrow them. I take the first things that come to hand, light blue jeans and a thin black sweater. They fit me perfectly too. This woman wears the same size as me.

We leave the room and walk down a long hallway. I observe the place. I would need it to escape.

We go down the stairs, finding ourselves in a huge living room. A bay window on my right gives a breathtaking view of the forest around us. The decor is wooden but remains very modern. A large fireplace burns behind me. I would have liked to live here but in different conditions. I have the impression of being in one of the living rooms of the architecture magazines that I read so much.

He sits down on the big red armchair and I do the same, making sure to leave enough space between us. Before he can speak, I speak:

- Let me go. We do not even know each other.

- It's not a problem, we'll have plenty of time.

I sigh, staring at the ground. This is turning out to be more difficult than I thought. Why is he so keen that I stay? He can't force me to stay here? That's what I thought too before he forced me back here...

- Why do you want me to stay? I asked him. For what?

- Because you are my soul mate and your place is next to me.

There is no way I am staying here with this rude man. I still have studies to finish.

- My name is Damien, he begins, Justin and Brad are my betas. These are the only ones you need to know for now.

I remember the two men next to him.

- I'm the most powerful alpha there is, so be careful. Now that we have to live together, I have rules. One: you don't try to escape, we are surrounded by the forest, that would be stupid of you. I will feel your presence from the moment you set foot outside. Two; you only mind your own business. Three: don't ask me too many questions. Four: You NEVER disobey me. Unless you're suicidal.

- Will you kill me? I dared to ask.

- Of course not, he answers as if it were obvious.

I nod. For a moment I thought he would kill me. It was stupid.

- I will torture you until you beg me to kill you. But I wouldn't do it.

Torture me? I swallow hard. Fear resurfaces. What kind of psychopath am I dealing with? How can he promise to torture me with such a detached expression? This time for sure, I have to leave this place.

Julia wasn't kidding when she said he was the cruelest. I no longer doubt it. I feel like this is a bad joke. What could I have done to deserve this? First the problems with my family and now this psychopath. I wonder if my father noticed my absence. I doubt not.

Damien leaves the living room without saying anything else. He made it clear that if I tried to escape, he would torture me. I don't doubt his intentions. Tears of hatred flow down my cheeks. Isn't it possible to have to go through this? My life is ruined. I was unhappy for 18 years with the hope that I could escape and be happy. And here I am captured by a man who thinks the world belongs to him! I just wanted to be happy. Finish my studies!

My gaze falls on the front door. I stare at her for a long time. If I get out, that will be the end of me. But if you stay, that will also be the end of me. Staying locked up here is mental torture.

Maybe I'm suicidal, or maybe I'm just tired of life throwing obstacles in my way. I open the door, wipe my tears, and run towards the forest. If I have a small chance of escaping, then I will try it.

I don't stop and keep running. My legs are screaming at me to stop. My heart can no longer support such a pace. The trees pass by quickly. My lungs are burning.

I was about to slow down when a beastly moan rang out. I continue running until my legs finally give out. I fall violently to the ground.

I feel a large mass jump over my body to stand in front of me. Trembling, I slowly raise my head. I hold my breath in front of the immense black wolf. My eyes stare into his, azure blue. I try to step back, but he shows his fangs and I stop, scared.

- I won't move, I tried to reassure him with a trembling voice.