Rose (pink) pov

My body is trembling despite my brain ordering me to hold my head up. How can I hide my fear in the face of a big black wolf who doesn't seem happy to see me? Suddenly, two other wolves appear behind him.

A simple human facing 3 big wolves. Would I be lucky enough to make it out alive? No. Will he torture me in wolf form? Bite me ? Oh my God ! I think I'm going to pass out eventually.

My eyes don't leave those of my soul mate. I had never seen a wolf with such deep blue eyes before. The wolf to his right growls, bringing me back to reality. Reminding me that I'm in a bad situation.

Damien turns his head and growls at him, startling me. He continues to stare at me. I'm sure he's wondering how to torture me. I don't want to think about it. What happened to me? I should have stayed inside.

He motions for me to get up. I nod and use my trembling hands to stand up. No sudden movements. I turn around and head towards the house, closely followed by 3 gigantic wolves. I don't turn around once, for fear that one of them decides to pounce on me.

I'm being escorted to my prison by 3 wolves. Because yes, that's what I am. A common prisoner. I must have done something wrong during my childhood for the cosmos to take such fierce revenge.

Arriving in front of the house, I stand staring at this unknown place which serves as my prison. A growl forces me to go inside.

I run inside and take the stairs two at a time. I find my room and lock the door. I don't know what comes next. I prefer to stay locked up here, safe from Damien. I walk nervously from left to right. Fear runs through my veins.

I stop moving when there is a knock on the door. I stare at her. The beating of my heart echoes in my head. I didn't expect him to knock on the door. Could this be the calm before the storm?

- Rose, open the door please.

I calm down a little when I hear this voice which is not Damien's. It's not as serious.

- Who is it ?

- Justin, he informs me, I'm Damien's beta.

I let out a sigh of relief. My fear doesn't go away, but knowing he's not there is reassuring. At least, for now.

- How do you know if Damien is not with you? I asked suspiciously.

-If he had been there, he wouldn't have waited for you to open the door and would have already broken it down.

He has a point.

- How would I know it's not a trap?

- You can not.

Something in the way he speaks inspires confidence in me. I slowly turn the key and open the door. He is alone. I still take a look at the hallway to make sure the psychopath isn't there.

He comes into the room and laughs when he sees me locking it.

- The key will be of no use to you, he informs me. If Damien wants to come back, he will come back.

- Stop laughing. It's not funny.

- You are on your guard as if your life depended on it, he mocks.

- Isn't she then?

He stops laughing and looks at me carefully.

- It's the case.

That is what I thought.

- You have to come down, he explains to me.

- I don't want to, I refused, sitting on the edge of the bed.

- He's already furious, I would avoid adding fuel to the fire.

I go down the steps one by one to make the most of my last moments of life. I take the opportunity to relive certain moments in my head. Like the last memories I have of my mother or our moments with Julia.

Damien is waiting for me standing, leaning against the fireplace. His gaze is focused on the flames. He looks calm from behind, however, I know that's not the case.

A few people are sitting on the chair. I recognize the other beta. I meet the gaze of a beautiful blonde. She smiled wickedly at me before giving me a head-to-toe makeover.

- I warned you, the alpha begins without turning around.

I was about to retaliate, but it was no use. There's no way I'm going to apologize, so I tell him:

- I...you're not going to be able to keep me prisoner forever.

He turns around suddenly and scrutinizes me with his green eyes which seem black because they are so full of hatred. I also notice that he is holding a glass in his hand which contains an orange liquid. Whiskey, I suppose.

- Pardon ?

- I said you couldn't keep me prisoner forever, I repeated calmly.

I see his anger increasing. The glass seems to want to explode under the tension. This time, I'm sure of it. He's going to torture me.

Keep calm Rose. Stay calm.

- If I want to, I can. You saw clearly that it was impossible for you to escape from here. And too bad for you princess, I intend to keep you.

His tone is calm, but I feel like he could scream at any moment. He can't kidnap me and lock me up too. I am not his object. He's not better than me because he's a man!

“Now, go up to the bedroom,” he orders coldly.

- No. I went down and I'm not going to go back up all those stairs.

Either way, I'm going to die. What's the point of obeying him?

- GET UP!

- NO !

I hear the blonde whisper “she didn’t dare?” ". I know she said it on purpose. Which worked very well. Damien drops his glass which falls to the ground and ends up broken.

Suddenly, my back hits a wall. He just slammed me against the wall. His hand surrounds my throat. Anxiety takes hold of me. He doesn't use it enough for me to run out of areas, but enough to make me understand that he is capable of it.

He finally released me. Afraid he'll do it again, I turn around and walk up the stairs, declaring myself defeated.

I go into the room. Just as I was planning to sit down on the bed, Damien suddenly comes in, slamming the door. I lean back as he approaches dangerously.

- Next time, I won't be lenient.

I force myself to stand up to him, avoiding looking away.

He goes into the bathroom. When I hear the water running, I let go of a few tears. I want to go home. I prefer my mother-in-law to him. What could I have done to get to this point?

I lie down on the left side of the bed, as far away as possible from the bathroom and the beast it contains. I pray that I wake up at home, in my old room to my mother-in-law's annoying voice.

When I wake up, I feel a weight on my stomach. I turn around and face Damien who is sleeping. How dare he sleep with me after threatening me? What kind of psychopath am I dealing with?

It's surprising how harmless he seems when he sleeps. With his messy hair and slightly parted lips, he's not scary at all anymore. Where did the man who wanted to strangle me go?

Unable to stand being in his presence any longer, I get up and walk towards the door. I pull the handle, but it doesn't open. I pull harder, but once again, it stays closed.

- Don't worry about anything, it's locked.

I turn around. He is still sleeping.

- Where are the keys ? I tried.

Of course he doesn't respond. It was predictable. I try another way:

- Can you open it?

- No.

- Why is it locked?

- You can't get out of here.

- And why this ? I asked, crossing my arms.

He sighs deeply as he stands up. I don't move when he comes to stand in front of me. His hand rests on my jaw. I refrain from screaming at him to let go of me. He slowly turns my face, as if inspecting something.

Not wanting to endure his touch any longer, I turn my head.

- This will be your punishment, he explains to me coldly.

- My punishment? I repeated incredulously. It's you who's holding me prisoner and it's me who's being punished?

- Avoid crossing my limits next time. I am kind in choosing to lock you here, it will help you to think. But know that I won't be so nice next time.

- But I have claustrophobia! I exclaimed.

- The room is quite large, and there is a balcony if you need to relax.

I feel that I am powerless in the face of this situation, this man. And that's why I feel anger rising within me. Desperate anger.

- You can't lock me in here! You are the animal, I point out to you! I finally shouted.

- Be careful who you talk to. I may be half animal, but out of the two of us, you're the one who's locked away.

He takes the key out of his pocket and leaves the room without saying anything else. The sound of the lock rings in my head. He definitely locked me up.

I am in shock. I try to talk myself into remaining optimistic. He didn't torture me, that's one thing. However, it is too much. I am not an object over which he has a right.

The hours pass. I'm bored to death. I'm still glad there's a TV in the room, even if I can't find anything to watch. He could have given me something to do.

He wanted me to think. What am I supposed to think about? How do I get treated like an animal? Even animals don't deserve this.

I go out to the balcony and observe the forest. What is this psychopath doing now?

I smile sadly as I remember our madness with Julia. I laugh remembering how she put my mother-in-law in her place when she asked why she was always hanging out with me. My mother-in-law had turned white. I have to admit, I was good.

A flash of heat suddenly takes hold of me. I take in gulps of air, but it doesn't help. I walk into the room, rubbing the back of my neck. I have trouble breathing. This is all too much. I need to get out of this room. Leave this house.

I fall along the bed, leaning against it. I'm finding it more and more difficult to breathe properly. A cold sweat runs down my back. I have to get out of here.

My head starts to spin, I try to get up and that's when I lose control.