LOGINLena's POV. I leaned back on the wall, using my fingers to claw onto the wall helplessly as I tried to calm myself down. I didn't understand what was happening or why I was in the room.The shadow kept coming closer and I was forced to stretch my hands forward. “Who are you… what am I doing here?” I stuttered. The shadow stopped and dropped its arm by its side. Then, he clapped his hands once and the dim light brightened immediately. It was Steve standing across the bear rug in his room, his brown eyes fixed at me like he was gaping into my soul. I took a deep breath and heaved a long sigh. “I didn't notice it was you,” I said with a soft voice, feeling my heart beating at a normal rate once again. My legs stopped trembling. “You don't have to be afraid, I have no intentions to hurt you,” he said. “Yes… Alpha,” I replied with a little bit of hesitation. He took a step forward and I jerked in response. “I’m certain Louis took you to the mall and you got whatever you need,” Lou
Lena's POV. “He hates me,” I thought to myself. Much like the Alpha did but he was way more direct, and open with it. And it felt threatening. My fault in life was stumbling in to their territory when I had no one to help me. It was silly of him to think I was trying to hide a part of myself from him or…“Goodness,” I sighed, grabbing a jumper suit from a clothes rack. I wasn't myself, not with those eyes of his watching every move I made. He mumbled inaudibly and I could feel his presence darting blades at me even when I wasn't looking. He made the my time in the mall terrible. It became a prison, a rehabilitation center and I just trying to scrape by. At the cash counter, he wouldn't let me speak or even move a muscle. I could only pretend to smile while my conscience rotted in a hollow tunnel. This was my life now, something I couldn't explain if I wanted to. I guess living a normal life isn't cut out for me anymore. I blinked away the tears that formed on my eyes and straight
Lena's POV. I needed a slap, a hard slap that would catch me off guard. A pinch, a bruise, anything to wake me from the dream I thought I was trapped in. “Are you kidding?” I muttered. “Look around you, does this place look like I'd be lying when I got important things to do. I looked around the corner and clutched my hands together. She was right and I was confused even further. “Can I get a minute alone?” I said.“Of course, I just came to check up on you per Alpha's orders… and also to tell you that you should be ready in a few minutes,” “Huh, why?” I asked curling a brow up. “You'd be restocking your wardrobe. The man in charge of that will be with you shortly. “Wait, wait! Hold on,” I blinked profusely. This was happening too fast. First, was the treatment and nursing, then the posh room and now a possible shopping spree. I hadn't been this lucky since a decade ago. “What's the problem?” She asked, placing her hand on her hips. “I don't need to… it's not necessary I get
Lena's POV. “Please… please… I didn't know I was… I passed out. I'm sorry,” my breath wheezed out in a desperate rush. I dropped to my knees, bowing my head to the floor. “Please, I never meant to offend you, I'm just a helpless girl. I got kicked out of my home… and I got kidnapped… I” my voice broke down in tears as I tried to plead my case to him. He looked pissed, and to find out I was treated by an enemy I had not encountered in my lifetime. Life was bent on showing me that my case could only get worse every day. I sniffled aloud, my tears trickling on the floor. I became vulnerable as flashes of my experience came ramming through my head. Flashes of how I was cheated on, bullied and thrown out of my home, and just when I thought I had hit the lowest, I was kidnapped and forced to give my body for my freedom. “I'm a dirty soul, a hopeless fool,” I thought to myself, but I wanted to keep living. Dominic was to blame for my pain, for everything. He gave me a false
Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me. The doctor threw a signal at him and he flashed his eyes with a questioning look. He scanned me from my head to toe until I broke contact with his striking gaze. Who wouldn't? I had no explanation why my heart throbbed from his mere presence. “Make sure she is alright,” the man said to the doctor, turning to leave after a long pause. The doctor nodded and got right back into checking my vitals. My gaze remained fixed on the door as I wondered who the man was and what his i
Lena's POV For a long time, I had been thinking I was weak-willed, with no drive to survive or live on to the next sunrise, but my two instances with death convinced me otherwise. I thought after the masked rogue left me for death, I would slowly wheeze myself to the light, maybe watch myself float up, or feel my body rot. I managed to stand on my feet, my bones crackling and my legs shaking. My guts felt like they were being crushed by my body mass, and my legs, specifically my thighs, felt like they had been drilled through with a razor-sharp rock. My face bled, but I managed to crawl out of the warehouse, the blood on my nose trickling down and forming a trail of dots behind me. I staggered to the door, feeling a chronic pain pounding in my chest. The man must have squeezed my breasts too tightly and my skin was burning from the pain I felt all over. As I managed to press my weight on the door, it opened, and I figured out I was right all along; I was in the middle of a cornf







