Megan's POV
He took me down a road I had never traveled before. I took care to keep a safe distance of two steps between us in case he tried anything. I could see the pack house's glistening lights out to my left in the distance. Until we reached a patched road that took us straight east, he continued to bring us northeast. I would sometimes catch him looking my way out of the corner of my eye. We were strolling in an uncomfortable yet relaxing stillness. Snowy owls and little creatures scurrying could be heard. The rapids continued to thrash around and could be heard roaring in the distance.
I could see the home when the narrow, patched road began to grow into a driveway. It was much too big for just one individual to live alone. More individuals were inside since some light from the rooms' windows could be seen.
Do I have a problem?
Are they coming to make me suffer?
We were now more than half a foot apart as a result of my strained breathing and further retreat. He moved his back muscles as he stepped in front of me.
I'm curious how severely he'll strike me.
The idea made me shudder. He gave me another quick look before quickening his stride. I saw that the front door was wide open as we got closer to the home. It seemed to have been carelessly flung open and left open without being closed. He promptly closed and secured the door once we entered through the opening. Before he began to walk and made a right turn, I had no time to glance around. I gave the door one more look before starting to follow him.
I struck a hard, powerful chest the moment I turned the corner. His hands flew out and steadied me by holding my shoulders. Through the blanket, I could feel the warmth emanating from his powerful hands. It frightened me and gave a wonderful shiver up and down my spine. I've only ever experienced anguish and grief. I hastily took a step back and lowered my head, suddenly being focused on my feet. He breathed out his nose forcefully and slowly. I started to apologize while waiting for my sentence, but he interrupted me before I could finish.
Stay still; I'll be right back. He moved farther into the space before sprinting up a set of steps I had previously missed. I was taken to a living room by him.
(Instead of orange, the seats beside the window are white.)
There was just his aroma across the whole space, which was strongly scented. I looked all around the space, trying to find something. There could be signs of blood on the ground or perhaps a hidden weapon in the sofa cushions or floorboards. He went back into the room as I was going to look beneath the enormous white rug in the center of the floor. I swiftly whirled around to face the window. He approached me from behind, and I then heard a faint, quiet "thud" on an end table to my left.
It's lovely, isn't it? He enquired. The hush in the room was nearly broken by his deep, calming voice. I couldn't disagree, but I didn't indicate that I did; rather, it seemed more like a rhetorical inquiry. But it was very gorgeous. Compared to my former home and pretty much anywhere else I've gone, it was far more gorgeous. The tall, snow-capped mountains and the brook were visible. From here, one could view a sizable portion of the area. Although I don't watch many movies or television shows, the view from the room was nearly incredible and ridiculous, like something from a fairy tale or film.
I tilted my head in his direction so I could see him. He wasn't staring out the window; he was staring at me. It almost seemed as if he had commented on me rather than the scenery. My knees started to feel weak as the strange sensation in my gut returned. I went right over and sat down in the comfortable chair that was in the corner. I wasn't confident in my legs to support me. I didn't need to collapse to the ground and display my weakness; doing so would simply offer him additional justification for punishing me. To give him time to plan what he was going to do with me, I returned my focus to the window. Now that he was standing very close to me in front of me, I felt incredibly little and exposed.
"Oh, I apologize. I missed it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reaching out to touch me, and I sank even further into the chair. I lowered my head and tightly closed my eyes as I awaited the start of the powerful strikes. I waited and then continued counting the seconds, but nothing appeared. My eyelids slowly opened, and his Alpha Jason was holding out a big gray sweater. I gave it a wary look.
It's among my tiniest, however. However, it will probably still be too huge.
Since I was already covered by the blanket, I didn't need it, but I didn't want to enrage him. I was already prodding the flames, and alpha guys often have short fuses. I cautiously and tremblingly raised my arm, terrified that he would grab it, throw me against the wall, and beat me till my blood permanently soiled the white carpet. I loosely wrapped my fingers around the cloth as I anticipated having it violently wrenched from my hands, but that didn't happen. I was clutching the delicate material with my feeble hands. I was so shaken that I nearly dropped my hand. Under the cover, I cautiously drew the sweater closer to my body and put it on. It felt very silky and warm on my chilly skin. I immediately became confused as his enticing aroma struck me. His aroma nearly saturated the shirt. I felt so tiny as a result. It quickly slipped past my hands and down to my thighs. I sneaked a glimpse at him and saw a cutesy smile on his face as he looked at me. Rarely do I ever receive a grin like this; usually, I only get strange, cruel, or perverse ones.
Is he grinning because he has finally come up with a plan to get me?
He crossed the room and drew a chair in front of me that was identical to the one I was curled up in. He sat down and gave me a cup. I grabbed it and our fingers touched against one another. His hands were quite warm against mine, which caused my arm to quiver in a nice but shocking way.
"You're getting cold." He murmured and swiftly got back to his feet. I slipped open a little box of matches and cuddled myself even further in the chair before starting to hurl big chunks of wood into the fireplace. He ignited (it's lit, hehe. Please forgive me) one of the matches into the flames. He then seized a strange, long metal object and started prodding at the logs.
The larger the fire became and the hotter the metal rod got, the more tense I got. Then Alpha backed away from the flames and turned to face me. His face was black, and on the right side of it, a spooky gold shined. The metal rod's pointy end was shining brilliantly and was quite hot. I gripped the blanket so firmly that my knuckles became white.
So that is what he will do. I had a nasty idea.
He is going to burn and melt my flesh off, further disfiguring it. I've experienced anything like the scorching, burning agony, so I could envision it. The smoke the fire was producing seemed to mock and remind me. I patiently awaited Alpha to issue a command. I was expecting him to make fun of me, shout at me, slap me, or burn me, but what he did shocked me even more. He turned away, placed the hot rod on a rack next to the fire, and then turned to face me.
The question "Are you hungry?"