Chapter 7

I opened my eyes to a gentle glow seeping through the window curtains, signalling the start of a new day. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I focused on the wall clock and was surprised to see that it was already 9am. How had I managed to sleep in for so long? Shaking off the lingering drowsiness, I forced myself to sit up on the edge of the bed.

An urge to freshen up and start the day surged through me, prompting me to head to the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water poured over me, washing away the last vestiges of sleep and invigorating me for the day. I dressed swiftly, choosing a comfortable yet presentable outfit.

After making sure I looked presentable, I pressed the bell button next to my bedside table, signalling to the house staff that I needed their attention. Not long after, a soft knock sounded on my door, and I called for the servant to enter.

“Good morning Miss, the servant greeted with a smile.

"Good morning. Please I'm hungry," I mentioned.

The servant nodded understandingly, "I'll be right back, miss."

Soon, the servant returned with the meal and just as he was about to leave, my question made him halt.

"Where is Alpha Garrett?"

"I'm sorry, miss. I'm not permitted to talk about my Master's personal life," the servant replied stoically before quietly exiting the room. Frustration began to bubble within me as I sat alone once again, feeling more like a prisoner in this grand yet suffocating mansion.

Time passed slowly, the minutes stretching into hours as I grabbed out my dairy and began to write about my day. With a sigh, I closed it and kept it away.

Restlessness overtook me, and I rose from my seat, walking towards the gigantic mirror hung on the wall but It was then that I noticed a book resting on a shelf, at the corner of the room.

Curious, I approached the shelves, and discovered a hidden room filled with different kinds of books. I approached as my fingers traced on the books.

Among them, my eyes got the attention of this particular book, an R18 novel titled the Immortal Alpha. I dragged it out and retreated to my bed and settled in.

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Alpha Garrett's POV

I pushed open the door and stepped into the room. There she lay, sprawled across the bed, a book resting on her chest. The sight of her, with her hair cascading over her face like a silken veil, stirred something within me.

Approaching her, I noticed she was asleep and the book lying open in Chapter 2. With a gentle touch, I lifted it from her grasp and returned it to its rightful place on the bookshelf, a faint click echoing through the room as I shut and locked the door. It was a mistake I had made, leaving it unlocked, but not one I would repeat.

As I turned back to her, my eyes focused on her peaceful face. For a moment, I simply stood for some minutes, staring at her face.

Just as I moved to leave, a soft cough shattered the silence, and I turned to find her awake, her gaze fixed on me. I had no shirt on. Only short.

Her hands moved swiftly as she grabbed the bed cover and covered her body.

I leaned beside the door, my hands inside my pockets.

“You have had your way with me the last time and I won't let you touch me again.” She said as she recalled the night we first met.

I remained indifferent as I shut the door behind me. But then she yelled out loud to my hearing. "I'd rather be a slave to the alpha king and his queen than be your prisoner!" Her defiance compelled me to open the door again, my cold gaze boring into her.

"What did you say?" I demanded, but she remained silent, her defiance tempered with a hint of fear as I stepped into the room.

I approached her slowly with my hands still inside my pockets. Every step exuding an aura of intimidation.

“You know what? I want to feel alive and you are to do that. Little pumpkin, come make me feel alive," I replied, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. Her immediate rebuke didn't catch me off guard. "My name is Lyssa, not little pumpkin!" she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance.

With a smirk, I leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest. "Lyssa, then," I conceded, acknowledging her demand. "And making me feel alive... Well, it means just that." I tilted my head, studying her reaction with amusement dancing in my eyes.

She narrowed her gaze, clearly not satisfied with my vague response. "What do you mean?" she pressed, her curiosity overcoming her apprehension.

I chuckled lowly, enjoying the game of cat and mouse we were playing. "It means," I began, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, "bringing excitement, passion, danger... Making me forget the mundane existence I lead." Leaning in closer, I could see the spark of confusion in her eyes.

Her jaw tensed, and she leaned away slightly. "And how do you propose I do that?" her voice betrays a hint of nervousness.

I leaned back, a smug grin playing on my lips as I regarded her. "Oh, Lyssa," I purred, savouring the way her name rolled off my tongue, "that's for you to figure out." With a flick of my hand, I gestured towards her, signalling that she come close."

As she came close, I made her stand in between my legs. The room light cast on me, enhancing my handsome yet intimidating appearance as my shadow reflected on the wall. My piercing stare bore into her, a smirk playing on my lips as I questioned.

"So you don't know how to make a man feel alive?" I taunted, the cruelty evident in my voice.

"May I use the toilet please?" her voice trembling slightly. I released her, allowing her to enter the restroom. While she was gone, I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection. My wolf's presence echoed in my mind, questioning why I had held back from claiming my mate the first night I met her. I could feel the mate bond between us, strong and undeniable.

"Why didn't you touch her, mate her, or mark her the moment you realized she was untouched? She's still a virgin. You have waited so long for this." my wolf's voice echoed, seething with impatience. But I silenced him, refusing to entertain his demands. I had my reasons

“Shut up!" I mustered lowly beneath my breath.