Chapter Two:
An hour later when I was situated in a small, simple room, I was still trying to process the nights events. First, I find out that I'm being sent off to marry some unknown man, then find out he's the leader and alpha of the pack?
My brain hurt almost too much to think about it and all I wanted to do was throw on athletic clothes and go for a run in my human form. It was a huge stress reliever. I would go out and run if it not for the lock they had put on my door, trapping me in. I pulled and pulled on the door, aching to be set free but I was denied that ability.
I took time to look at the books tucked on a small shelf that had collected dust, as if this room had never been touched. I always had a soft spot for books. The smell of old books which have some a headache spread a sense of relief through me and the worn out pages of a well read book brought familiarity. I let my finger run along the mere twenty forgotten about books ranging from werewolf history, to romance, to classic books. When I pulled my finger away, dust rested on it.
The first book that really caught my eyes was a small, leather bound book which didn't have a title scrawled on the spine. I slid it free of it's nearly permanent placement on the dusty shelf. I gasped as the cursive words on the front surprised me.
Diary of Quintessa Davius.
I immediately twitched my hands to put it back. It was a diary, a private journal that was obviously long since forgotten about. However my heart aches to read it. It was private but curiosity surged through my body and the pull to open it up was far stronger than the will to put it back. Whoever it was obviously didn't care for it anymore, what was the harm?
I sat down on the full sized bed pushed in the corner of the small room, taking up most of the space in the room. I continued to stare at the cover of the diary for a while, letting my mind wander about what might be in there. I decided to see if I had a change of clothes in the closet, planning to fall asleep after maybe one entry in the journal, as it was still very early in the morning.
I opened up the small wardrobe and peeked inside, seeing an array of clothes inside, all smelling faintly of rose. I didn't know if I was allowed to wear these clothes, but there was no way I could fall asleep in my red evening gown. I pulled out a set of night clothes, both silk. They were a cream color, a pair of shorts and a thin strapped tank.
I slipped them on, feeling smooth and soft, as I'd never worn silk clothes. I was great full for the half bath that was connected to the room, although there wasn't a shower, there was still a toilet and a sink. I took a peek in the cabinets and found an array of face care products, hair care items, and toiletries.
I found an unopened toothbrush and used that with a half used bottle of toothpaste, which nearly burned my mouth with how minty it was. I threw my wavy brown hair into a bun, the humidity of the outside had made it frizzy. I washed off the makeup I had on from the party, using a foamy cleanser to wash my face.
I walked out of the cramped bathroom and slid under the covers of the unmistakably squeaky bed. Every move I make elicited a squeal from the old springs in the mattress, however it was much more comfortable than my twin bed back home. Although I knew I wouldn't get a good sleep in this bed for a long time.
I turned the lights off and flicked on the lamp on the bedside table, the only other furnishing in the room besides the bookcase and bed. I picked up the leather bound diary and took a deep breath, a small part in my brain telling me that this was wrong and an invasion of privacy. I never really listened when I was curious.
I peeled it open.
April 16th, 1994
Dear diary,
My name is Quintessa Davius. I'm seventeen years old, brown hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. If you are reading this you are probably in the same situation I'm in. Today is my birthday, and I was given this diary as a gift, and I might as well use it if I'm locked in this room for the rest of my life. I will tell you my story as I live it, and just tonight is enough to make my head spin.
I was outside at my pack, enjoying the darkness of the night like I do most nights I can't sleep. I had my blanket out on the grass and just lied there staring at the stars. It was so peaceful, like a scene out of one of the many books I've read over my lifetime. It was all well until I heard a noise.
It was like a crash, as if someone took a bulldozer and smashed it through the front door. I had immediately gotten up, curious to see where it came from, as I was a curious spirit by nature. By the time I had gotten inside a bunch of men had already flooded in, heading to different rooms. I was shocked to say the least.
That's when I saw the tallest, most well built hulking man I had ever seen duck through the door. I then realized I was out in the open, literally standing right where everyone could see me. So I darted back outside and made a dash across the training fields to the tree line.
I had made it halfway across the fields when I was tackled to the ground. When I turned my head to see who it was, it was the same tall, surprisingly beautiful man. However I knew he was up to no good as they were trespassers. So I started fighting.
I remember smacking him in the face, right in the nose so hard that I saw blood drip down his nose. I had kicked him in the crotch and stood up before she even realized I was fighting. I thought I could make it to the woods, but I kid you not less than a second after that he had stood up and chased me down.
He made a more tactical advance the second time rather than blindly tackling me, as that wouldn't work for him. He had crushed his arms around my torso, bruising my ribs, his grip so strong that I had trouble gasping for air, yet I also felt butterflies in my stomach which I'd never admit to anyone.
He pinned my arms down and hauled me back to the house, my feet dangling in the air. When he got back he whistled to his group of buddies, all of them rounding up like trained soldiers. This man holding me was the alpha. It had scared me at the moment, but now that I think about it he made no move to hurt me or make me submit, so he can't be that bad, right?
My pack members had all been tranquilized when they made an attempt to get up, stop, or prevent me from being taken. None of their attempts worked, and I had been carried from my pack, sobbing, screaming, and kicking, much to my embarrassment.
The car ride took hours, and I 'wasn't allowed to speak', which seemed ridiculously unfair. When we finally did reach this mansion of a pack house, I had the biggest shock of my life, making getting kidnapped look like a walk in the park. I was being forced in an arranged marriage!
Can you believe that? Me, a socially awkward twat, supposed to marry the alpha? Why me? I was so mad. I was so mad that I had screamed in his face and told him to fuck off. He just laughed at me and brushed it off saying to his buddy, "I'll give her a week to be mad before I lay down the law. Take her to her room."
So that's how I ended up here in this tiny room. It doesn't even have a window! How am I supposed to survive in here? I'm mad, but until next time, diary.
xoxox, Quin
I closed the diary, shocked. She had been forced in an arranged marriage too? Maybe it was just a tradition in the pack or something. However I'm glad I wasn't kidnapped, although the way I was handed over hurt a lot more in the inside.
I shoved the covers to the side and slid the book back into its place on the shelf, deciding to read some more tomorrow night. Although she wasn't a very good writer, her entry was captivating and surprisingly very similar to my own life, except for the fact that she hit the man and swore at him, something I wouldn't do.
I hate being violent. I just find it too similar to my father in the sense that when he doesn't get his way he throws a fit and yells and throws things. I never wanted to be like that and let people see me as a childish person who hits and swears to justify themselves. If I can settle something kindly and nicely I will, otherwise I just let them win and take the loss, no matter how petty.
I crawled back into the squeaky bed and turned off the lamp. Once I was situated, I immediately started drifting off, having been awake for too long. My mind floated off and I suddenly forgot all thoughts as sleep pulled me in.
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When I woke up, the clock next to me said 1:30 in the afternoon, the latest I'd ever slept in my life. I got up, remembering where I was and the situation I was in. The thought dragged me down a bit, but I continued on anyway.
I headed into the bathroom, doing my business and washing my hands. I took the hair tie out, letting my bun fall free. I shook my hair out the waves much more prominent and messy, yet it didn't look half bad. I suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Um, one minute please!" I called, rushing to the closet to find a sweater to put over the night tank, which didn't cover a whole lot.
I had just slipped on a baggy black sweatshirt when the door busted open. The same man who always escorted me around came through the door. "Good afternoon, Ninny, glad to see you're finally awake."
I blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry I've never slept that late. I was just up past my normal bedtime."
He snorted, "Yeah, whatever. Since you missed breakfast and lunch, you can get dinner at seven just like everyone else. You will dress appropriately, so none of that slutty nightie shit you're wearing, and be prompt in the kitchen, because if you are late, you don't eat."
I tried not to get hurt at the insults he threw my way, and the fact that he purposely called me Ninny, something I knew he would forever use. I just simply nodded, pulling at the shorts to make them seem longer. I'd wear something different tonight.
"May I please ask a few questions?" I ask, hoping to know more information.
"Make it quick." He huffed.
"When is breakfast and lunch served?"
"Seven and eleven. Each last for two hours." He said flatly.
"Am I allowed to leave this room during the day?" I ask, hoping to get out of here before I developed claustrophobia.
"No. Not my orders." He shrugged.
I couldn't help but let my heart fall to my knees. "Okay. One last question; what is your name?"
"What's it to you?" He said defensively.
"I'm sorry!" I replied to his tone, "I just thought I could know it so I would be able to call you by your name instead of just not knowing it." I scrambled for the words, yet only sounded like an idiot.
"Phoenix." He said.
"Okay, Phoenix, thank you." I spoke.
He rolled his eyes, "Stop being nice. And don't keep doing that daydreaming shit you do. You won't last a day around here like that. It's like you're asking to get beaten up. If I didn't have orders from the boss, I'd probably punch you in the face. I'll unlock the door at 6:55."
With that, he left, leaving me to sit there wide eyed. He was blunt, rude and cocky, but I knew that I just had to accept it and stay out of his way. He seemed like the type to not want to be messed with.
I fell back onto the bed, staring up at the cracking, stained ceiling. I was going to be stuck in here only being let out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I hoped I would be allowed to leave to shower, as there wasn't one attached to the bathroom. I curled onto one side, an ache of homesickness spreading through me.
I wasn't one to cry. I had taken so many insults without difficulty, so many hardships. For some reason, this broke me. I shouldn't even be that sad. I never truly liked being alone, sometimes it was nice and peaceful, but to never have friends or family night, or anything at all- sucked. But now that in was out I thought it would bring some sort of relief.
It didn't.
I let myself cry, sob and scream into the pillows. It was the first time I'd sobbed so bad I gasped for breath. Tears soaked the pillows and my cheeks, making them glisten. I hated being this weak, but I couldn't help it.
I was maybe an hour into crying when the door swung open. I looked up, not expecting it to be dinner already. When I glanced at the door I was shocked, however. The man whom I'd be marrying stood there in all his beautiful glory, leaned up against the door frame, muscled arms crossed over his broad chest.
I didn't even have time to sit up on the edge of the bed before he spoke, "Will you shut up? I can hear your pathetic cries from all the way upstairs."
I sat up and wiped my cheeks clean of my tears, "I'm sorry." I choked out, my voice still shaky.
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
He was about to close the door when I stopped him, "Wait!"
He didn't bother turning around, he just stood there, door still halfway shut, his lean, strong fingers wrapped around it. "What?"
"What's your name?" I ask.
He let out a pitiful laugh, a sad attempt from the humorless question. "Wouldn't you like to know, princess?"
However I knew it was a rhetorical question, because with that, he shut the door. The lock slid into place, keeping me in this place that reminded me of a shrinking box. Every time I looked around the room seemed to have gotten smaller, closing me in.
I was going to go crazy in here.
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Thank you for reading!
Up above(picture) is the amazingly hot alpha that has been mentioned. Feel free to imagine however you want, but Incase you want to see how I imagine him, here you go!
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