My Little Mate

3

Blaire's POV

I wake up in a... House? This isn't right. Memories come bursting through my head and I gasp, sitting bolt upright. I'm in the Alphas house.

The room is gigantic. The walls a beautiful cream sort of colour, the furniture is all dark grey with pretty gold accents. A window seat with many pillows is along one wall and a love seat is facing a flat screen TV that can also be viewed from the bed.

I shake my head, I shouldn't be admiring the room! I should be searching for my escape route! But the smell the room held was intoxicating, compelling even. A perfect scent. My wolf was excited by it, it was the same scent the Alpha had last night.

An open door leading to the bathroom and double doors no doubt leading to a walk in closet leave one door left.

I slide out of the bed on shaky weak legs considering I hadn't eaten in so very long. I frown, seeing I'm in sweatpants that end up falling to my ankles and a giant t-shirt, coming down to mid thigh. I simply slip the sweatpants all the way off and walk out of the room.

It takes me a while before I find stairs. I bite my lower lip as it pains me to move down them, not only that it takes a whole lot of energy. By the time I get to the bottom, I'm pretty much a panting mess. I groan quietly.

I hold my breath when I hear something. Someone coming... Up? stairs. I move as quickly as I can, finding a kitchen I sink low behind the island. On the counter in a knife rack holds a big chefs knife. I grab the handle quickly before sinking back in my spot, holding the knife tightly enough my knuckles go white.

"Blaire?" Comes someone's voice, making me jump.

The voice is that same soothing voice of the Alpha. I grip the knife even tighter as Alpha Da- no, Just Darren, comes into view. I hold my breath as I look up at him, holding the knife out in front of me.

"G-Go away!" I stutter, my voice sounded so strange since I hadn't spoken in so long before... Yesterday? Or today? I don't even know.

"Blaire, put the knife down." Just Darren says softly, squatting so he's more at my level. He reaches over and pulls the knife from my grasp. Where he touches my hand there are little tingles and sparks. I can't help but be confused.

I study him. Prefect naturally tan skin, his hair black, real black. His eyes were this piercing blue that honestly were the prettiest eyes I've ever seen, not that I'd seen many. His cheekbones were high and his jaw well defined. His Adam's apple just as well defined and the muscles on his arms seemed like if he wanted, he could snap me in half.

I shiver at the thought, closing my eyes in fear.

"Blaire? I'm not going to hurt you my little one." Just Darren says in this soothing tone, or at least to me it was. But that didn't make sense. Alphas had always scared me, Alpha Darren scares me! But he was different.

I clutch my stomach as it growls. How am I supposed to escape if I'm weak from no food!?

Big arms circle me and I panic once again. I don't like being in his arms, what if he hurts me? Tears start to flow as I'm sat on a couch.

"Blaire," Just Darren says, looking pained and upset. "I'm going to get you some food, okay?"

In return I cower away from him. Making the same pain cross over his face. He walks out of the room and I let myself relax a little, only a little. I hold my stomach all the while, looking around for the door.

I jump in surprise when Just Darren comes back in, holding a bowl of little colourful circles with milk. Like tiny little donuts. He hands me the bowl and the spoon, I frown, what if he poisoned the food?