Chapter 5 Esmeralda's POV

I have successfully avoided the Alpha for a week. He didn't appear before me or call me up to his room. As relaxing as it is, I feel unnerved for some reason.

I stir uncomfortably, and realise that I had rolled over onto my stomach. Still half asleep, I groan as I feel the stiffness of a troubled night settle into my bones, and shooting pains running from my neck to the bottom of my spine. I slowly come to my senses, realising that it is still pitch dark.

At some point, after dinner last night, I must have cried myself to sleep or something. I was never one for waking through the night. At least not before I got sold by my the people I called family. It left me untrusting of anyone and I basically became a light sleeper.

That is not all, though. The pain and stiffness in my spine isn't just from sleeping. There is a figure sitting on top of me, straddling my thighs so I could not move. Fear grips me like a vice. As soon as I try to turn my head to scream, a hand tightens in my hair and shoves my face into the pillow, hard enough to stifle my voice and restrict my breathing.

I buck widely, scrabbling as I try to twist my arms behind myself to scratch at the person holding me down. They pin my left arm under their elbow, and I feel a callused hand grip my right wrist hard enough to cut off her circulation.

I struggle to breathe, my mind reeling. Who is this? Why can't I move?

Suddenly, I feel him. The hard, unyielding muscle of a male torso pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear. His stubble rasps against the sensitive skin of my neck as he leans in closer, his weight crushing me further into the mattress.

"Did you think you could escape from me?" His voice is low, a dark growl filled with a sick amusement.

I freeze.

That voice... It's him.

Alpha Sheldon.

I want to scream, to fight harder, but my body betrays me. The bond, that cursed bond, tugs at something deep inside me, clouding my thoughts.

My mind races, memories flooding back.

His room. The sex toys I'd glimpsed during the night I had been taken there. The silk ropes, the cuffs, the whips...

He is enjoying this. The control, the pain, the fear. The twisted fantasies lurking beneath his cold, brutal exterior.

"I warned you, Esmeralda," Sheldon's voice drops to a dangerous whisper, his lips brushing my ear. His free hand trails down my back, and I shiver involuntarily, hating the way my body responds. "

"You are mine. I don't care if you think you can avoid me. You can't."

I let out an anguished moan that is only slightly muffled by the pillow in my face. He smiles, I can feel his mouth curl against my ear, and I claw at the bed sheets in frustrated fury.

He is hard. I have no idea when that happened, but the sudden realisation snaps me back to the present with a bang. I feel panic rise in my chest as he starts circling his hips against me, teeth grazing my earlobe before he speaks once again.

"I want you," he growls, his hand digging into my hair again, pulling painfully. "And when I want something, I take it."

I lie there beneath him, fear mixing with an odd feeling of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could be something more than the monster I've come to know. He has to be struggling against the mate pull just like I am.

The image of him gently holding the Luna flickers in my mind, even as my body betrays me.

His hands explore me roughly, each touch igniting a confusing fire within. His scent seems to grow more intense and his touch suddenly turns gentle and he allows me to turn around to meet his gaze.

Confused about the sudden change, I look up at his chiselled face and instead of meeting icy blue eyes, two dark orbs stared down at me. I should have known...

His wolf had taken over.

"Yeeessss! That's it." he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear as he sinks in between my legs and begins to move. The friction and pressure become overwhelming, and I can feel the heat pooling in my core.

My heart races, not just from fear but from a strange mix of sensations, confusion, pain, and something akin to pleasure. I try to focus on something else. Something other than the feeling of him ravaging me without care.

"Don't fight it," he growls, and with every thrust, my thoughts become muddled. "Mine." He growls, licking the side of my neck possessively.

But as he moves inside me, a sudden wave of intensity crashes over him, and I gasp in shock as he finds his release. The warmth spreads within me, and an involuntary shudder runs through my body. My mind goes blank, my heart drops as reality crashes down on me.

No fucking way.

I can't...I can't get..

My thoughts stray as my consciousness slowly drifts away, giving in to exhaustion.

I am abruptly woken up by a hard shove in my side as I roll off, falling from the side of the bed. I got up slowly, grimacing as my head feels hazy from being woken up abruptly.

As my sight clears, my blood chills as I realise I am not alone in the room. My eyes widened in shock as I see Sheldon standing there in his full glory, staring down at me with his jaw clenched and his eyes red rimmed.

My hands tremble as I stare up at him in confusion. The room trembles with the force of his rage, objects quivering as if anticipating the brunt of his fury.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?"