Chapter 5 The Skyscraper Penthouse

Three Days Later

Jaylene

A gruesome pain pierced my neck, rendering the rest of my body weak and boneless.

Then again, I'm seeing a truck crash into my car.

Then again, there are silver chains wrapped around my ankles and my wrist.

Then again, I could feel claws pull out of my fingernails. White hair... white furs emerged from my skin.

My bones and muscles are reshaping themselves.

My spine aches, my entire body transforming into...

My eyes are glowing ... I could hear... sharp breathing.... A loud voice, someone is stumping their feet... cigarette... smell...

/"How could you Jay, how could you do this to me, Jay?"/

/"Grandma, Grandma.... Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."/

"I'm sorry," I said out loud, my eyes blinking open.

I shut them again immediately.

The crystal light from the chandelier above my head is blindingly bright.

However, the unfamiliarity of this place hits me hard.

I instantly sat up, looking around.

I'm in a seamless spacious luxurious bedroom, on a king size mattress with luxurious white and pink feathered blankets over my body.

I wear a pair of forest green pajamas.

I don't remember putting them on!

Where am I?

I immediately slid out of the bed but my legs fumbled me.

They are wobbly and floaty.

I fall on my butt.

Then...then I feel wetness, something slicky, sticky between my asscheeks.

What is happening to me!

My neck hurts, burns lethally...

The door to the bedroom pushed open and he walked in.

He stares at me with a sharp look, pondering what I was doing on the floor.

Who is he?

He stalks towards me with a bowl in a tray.

"The doctor was right," He placed the tray on the bed, glancing at his wrist watch, "He said you will wake up around this time," He leaned forward, his hot breath warming the tip of my nose as our eyes bore tightly into each other.

His smell... His smell is so strong, expensive, and mind numbing.

His gaze is intense, as if he is opening my soul and tasting it with his tongue.

"Get up," He gently grabs my arms, attempting to hold me up.

My body instantly goes unnaturally still and ear splitting screams erupt from the back of my throat.

"Don't touch me, don't you fucking touch me!" I push myself on the hips, pushing backwards to keep a safe distance between us, "Stay away from me!"

This person raised his hands in the air, taking a few steps backwards, his eyes not leaving my face.

"That is not how you speak to the person who saved your life," His tone is sharp, with a slight warning to it, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Who are you? Where am I? Where is this place? What am I doing here? Where is..." I try to think but I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

Who am I?

What is my name?

"You ask a lot of questions," He raised an eyebrow at me, amused, "Let's strike a deal. Each time you take two spoons of this porridge, I will answer one of your questions. How about that?"

I give him a murderous look, my tone accusing, "I don't eat from strangers."

His eyebrows twitch, as if he is considering my words, "That is fair," The corner of his lips curve in a sly smile, "My name is Rowan, Alpha Rowan. You are in my Penthouse, on my bed and in my clothes."

I don't remember... I don't remember.

I have never met him... I do not know him.

A piercing headache strikes my skull with intense pain.

Displaying images of the truck crashing into my car again and then I was running on the hospital hallway, arguing inaudibly with faces made with clouds and fog.

"No, no, no, I don't know you! Where is this place? How many days has it been since you saved me? What year and month is this? Where...?" I trail off, my voice breaking in pain, unable to cry out as tears flow down my chin.

"The doctor made the porridge with medicine in it, you should have them while it's still warm or it will be bad for your stomach. Get up."

His tone is cold and bites the skin.

It doesn't give me a chance to disobey.

My body moved against my own will.

I stood up on my feet and sat on the bed, my throat blocked.

"I understand that you're going through a lot right now," He picks up the tray and places it on my thighs, "Before I answer your questions, we need to set some rules."

I clench my fist beside me.

What is he talking about?

"I hate to repeat myself and I don't condone disobedience. I will give you just two of my rules since you are getting to know me."

"Getting to know you? Are you sick in the head or something?"

"Don't say that, eat up."

"Don't talk to me like..."

"Shhhhh," He placed his index finger on his lips, "I won't repeat myself."

I look around me timidly.

It was as if I was floating in the middle of the city.

The expansive windows with sliding glasses, with obstructed city views and skylines.

There is only one door!

I need to run, I need to call someone, anyone. I need to leave this place.

I don't remember coming here or ever coming to this place.

"You cannot leave this place except I let you," He looks at me as I look at the door, "You cannot escape this place, don't get any ideas. I'm listening to your questions as you eat."

I swallow involuntarily, my throat dry.

I have to eat if I want to get answers from this person.

I take a spoonful of the porridge under his watchful gaze, swallowing the thick soft bitter taste meal.

I don't hesitate to ask, "Where am I?"

He crossed his hands over his broad chest, shutting his eyes as he sighs, "You need to ask the right questions with the privileges you get. We are in San Zero."

"San Zero?" The name doesn't ring any bells. I doubt that I come from this place, "How do you know me? Why did you save me?"

"Two questions equals four spoons, don't cheat, eat up."

I shove four spoons of this bitter thick shit into my throat.

"Answer my fucking questions!"

He tilts his head to the side, his next words menacing, "You need to watch your tone while speaking to me. Do you understand me?"

I lowered my head, hiding how frightening his presence overwhelms my senses and how helpless I am to his words.

"Yes," I replied, my voice low.

"To answer your questions, you are my mate."

I scoff at the ridiculous answer, "Are you playing with me? What do you mean by that? What does that even mean?"

He doesn't answer me so I shove fives spoons of the soft grains into my mouth at once, slightly coughing as I swallowed too much.

He passes me a glass of water, "Eat slowly, I have all the time in the world to slowly answer all your questions."

"You said I am your mate, what do you mean by that?"

He spreads his hands as if the answer to my question is obvious.

"I am a werewolf."

I look around and there are no cameras, no staff, no production team.

I burst out laughing, covering my mouth to stifle my laughter.

He looks unimpressed, his tone questioning, "What is funny?"

"Are we shooting a series or what? Please, what year are we? Do you think you can frighten me with those bed time stories? Look, I don't know how I got here or how I managed to be here and you creeped me the fuck out, did you kidnap me?"

I pressed my lips in a thin line as he stood on his feet and walked away from the bed.

He stands behind the expansive window with his hands inside his pocket, his expression stoic.

"Kidnap you? If I wanted to do that, I would have done that years ago," He turns around and looks at me, his expression cold, "This is not your bedtime story. This is your reality now, so embrace it with your knees on the ground and worship me for it."

I opened my mouth to say something, curse at him but words didn't come out.

What does he mean by he could have done that years ago?

What does he mean by this is my reality now? What does he mean by I should worship him?

I don't even know my own name.

I don't even know what is going on with me.

I look at the remaining porridge in the bowl.

It is only two spoons, which will only get me an answer.

I eat everything with trembling fingers, tears welling to my eyes.

"What is my name?"

His eyebrows slightly lawn in surprise, "Levi Banks, Levi, that is your name."

"Levi," I taste the name on my tongue and I don't feel a sense of familiarity to it.

Just like everything around me, him, Rowan.

Everything is unreal and new.

"Enough of your questions, get some rest."

"I still want to ask you about..."

"You will have to wait until your next meal."

"What?" And it finally sank into me that I have been kidnapped. That is what all kidnappers say to their hostages.

I have to escape!

I have to run away!

I immediately slide out of the bed and dash to the door.

I don't hesitate to run out of the bedroom. I don't care how my body is so weakened, if only I can escape.

"Help!" I scream out, my bare feet padding on the porcelain floor as I run through the long empty hallway, "Anyone! Please! Someone help me...Please."