Chapter Two

Jessica Lewis

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a luxurious bedroom, with walls adorned with dark wood paneling and a massive four-poster bed. But it was the window that caught my attention - the moon was full, casting an eerie glow over the forest beyond.

Where was I?

Panic set in as I scrambled to remember how I got there. The club, the stranger, the pain on my neck... it all came flooding back.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. My neck throbbed with a dull ache, and I gingerly touched the spot where the stranger had bitten me.

What had he done to me?

As I lay there, trying to gather my thoughts, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the room. The door creaked open, and the stranger stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed intently on me.

"Welcome back," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Where am I?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

The stranger smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're in my home, within the pack's territory."

Pack? What was he talking about?

I struggled to sit up again, this time managing to prop myself up against the pillows.

"What do you mean, pack?" I asked, my heart racing with fear.

The stranger's smile grew wider. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, his eyes burning with an inner fire.

And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving me alone and frightened in a strange and unfamiliar world.

He returned with a tray laden with food, the aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafting through the air. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day.

"Eat," he said, setting the tray down on my lap. "You'll need your strength."

I eyed the food warily, unsure if I should trust him. But my hunger eventually won out, and I began to eat, savoring the flavors and textures.

He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt like a specimen under a microscope, his gaze piercing and unnerving.

As I ate, I noticed that the room was decorated with strange symbols and artifacts, each one etched with intricate patterns and markings. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and myrrh, adding to the sense of unease.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The stranger's gaze flickered, and for a moment, I thought I saw something like sadness in his eyes.

"My name is Tristan," he said, his voice low and husky. "And you, little one, are finally home."

Home? I thought, my mind racing with questions. What did he mean? And why did I get the feeling that I was trapped?

As I finished my meal, Tristan took the tray from me, his fingers brushing against mine. I felt a jolt of electricity, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Get some rest," he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of warmth. "We'll talk more later".

"Wait.."..I pushed the blankets aside, trying to swing my legs over the side of the bed. "I want to leave," I said, my voice firm.

Tristan's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with intensity. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he stepped closer, his eyes blazing with a possessive fire.

"Wait," I said, holding up a hand. "Just listen to me."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his muscles tensed. "You're not leaving me," he repeated, his voice dripping with a primal possessiveness.

I took a deep breath, trying to reason with him. "I don't even know you," I said, my voice calm. "I don't know what you want from me."

Tristan's eyes flashed, his gaze burning with an inner fire. He gripped my wrist tightly, his face dangerously close to mine. I couldn't help but feel the outburst of sparks that exploded on my skin due to his touch. Oh my God, what is he doing to me!!!. "You're mine," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. "You'll never leave me."

I struggled against Tristan's grip, desperate to escape. "Let me go!" I shouted. "I want to leave!"

Tristan's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with intensity. "You're not going anywhere," he growled. "You're mine now."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his possessiveness. "I'm engaged to Harrison," I spat, trying to use any leverage I could think of. Who in hell is even Harrison?

Don't ask me, I don't know!

Tristan's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Harrison?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. " Who is the fucker? I'll kill anyone who lay their hands on you, be it man or not".

I felt a surge of fear at his words. I tried to reason with him, to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him.

"Please, Tristan," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You don't understand. I don't even know you. I have a life, a job. I have everything map out for me. I need no man to ruin my life".

Tristan's gaze never wavered. "You are destined to be with me, you have no choice ," he said, his voice cold. ". You are my Luna. My own destined queen."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. .

"No," I said, trying to shake my head. "I don't want you. I want to leave."

Tristan's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought I saw something feral in his gaze. But then, his expression smoothed out, and he smiled.

"Never" he said, his voice dripping with menace. And with that he turned and walked away, leaving me feeling stunned and terrified.

I heard the sound of the door closing behind him, followed by the unmistakable click of a lock. I was trapped.

I rushed to the door, pounding on it with my fists. "Let me out!" I shouted. "Tristan, open the door!"

But there was no response. The door remained stubbornly shut, and I was left alone with my fears.

I slumped against the door, my heart racing with anxiety. Why was he keeping me prisoner? And why in hell do I keep feeling...things for him.

And what did he mean when he said I was his?