Chapter 4

Chapter 04

Alicia POV

“Can you please get out of my car!” I kept saying, but he completely ignored me.

Holy shit.

Is he seriously making fun of me?

My lips pressed into a thin line as I stopped talking altogether. I was beyond furious. First, I got lost. Second, I ran into a group of absolute lunatics. And now, I was being dragged to a place I did not even recognize.

This is kidnapping.

I swear, if I manage to get out of this place alive, I will make sure all of them rot in jail.

The car suddenly stopped in front of a massive mansion.

What the hell are we doing here?

I glanced at him and watched as he stepped out of my car.

Yes.

This is my chance.

I immediately slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine as fast as I could.

I heard him curse loudly as he rushed back, attempting to open the door, but I already stepped on the gas.

“Stop that fucking car, woman!” he shouted angrily.

Stop that fucking car my ass.

Goodbye, asshole.

I drove away from the mansion, a satisfied smile forming on my lips as I left him behind.

Finally.

I escaped that kiss stealing monster.

But then, when I focused back on the road, my smile vanished instantly.

My eyes widened as I slammed on the brakes.

How?

How did he get here so fast?

Before I could process anything, dizziness washed over me. My head spun violently from the sudden stop, and my vision blurred.

Damn it.

Not now.

Darkness should not take me now.

I need to leave this place.

The last thing I saw before passing out was him standing in front of my car. His expression looked both furious and worried at the same time.

Then everything went black.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar room.

Everything was dark, and the air carried a strong masculine scent.

Hell.

Memories rushed back into my mind, and I immediately sat up on the bed.

Big mistake.

Dizziness hit me again, forcing me to steady myself.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I pressed a hand to my forehead.

Why am I feeling like this now?

I slowly stood up and looked around the room. It was spacious, dark toned, and undeniably male.

My stomach suddenly growled.

I glanced at the wall clock.

12:23.

It was late.

I did not have a proper lunch, and I completely missed dinner.

I walked toward the door and opened it carefully.

Where am I?

The house was massive, eerily quiet, and completely empty from what I could see.

Is anyone even living here?

I stopped walking when I noticed someone standing at the end of the hallway.

Him.

The man they called Alpha.

I stepped backward instinctively as he walked toward me.

Who is he?

Why does he make me feel like this?

Why am I irritated and intimidated at the same time?

There was something powerful about him, something commanding. The kind of presence that demands obedience without saying a word.

I did not even realize he was already standing in front of me.

“So, you are awake?” he asked.

Pssh.

“Obviously,” I replied coldly.

His expression did not change.

He reached out and touched my forehead, catching me completely off guard.

“Do not attempt to leave,” he said calmly. “Because from the moment I found you, you are already mine.”

What?

I slapped his hand away immediately.

“No one owns me except myself,” I snapped.

“Where is my car?” I demanded.

He ignored me.

Of course he did.

“Where is my car?!” I asked again.

Still no answer.

Great.

A few seconds passed before he finally spoke.

“Your car is gone.”

What?

“What do you mean?” I asked, shock flooding my voice.

He did not respond. Instead, he turned and started walking away.

Shit.

This is not right.

All my things were inside that car.

I do not even know where the hell I am, and now my car is gone too?

What kind of nightmare is this?

“Where are my things?!” I shouted.

He stopped walking.

“In our room,” he replied without looking back.

Our room?

What the hell?!

He continued walking.

I rushed after him.

“Our room? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

He stopped so suddenly that my forehead collided with his back.

“Ouch,” I hissed, rubbing my forehead.

Today is really not my day.

He turned to face me, his expression serious.

“I am not kidding,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Who the hell are you?” I demanded.

He acted like he knew me, like I belonged to him.

“I am your mate,” he answered calmly.

Mate?

Mate as in what?

Schoolmate? Workmate?

“I mean your name,” I clarified.

He stared into my eyes, and for a brief moment, I saw something strange there.

Longing.

What the fuck?

I blinked twice.

“Kaizer,” he said.

So that is his name.

“Kaizer?” I repeated. “Any surname?”

Instead of answering, he stepped closer.

I stepped back.

He trapped me against the wall with one strong arm.

Shit.

He was too close.

My heart started racing uncontrollably.

“So, you are curious now?” he asked huskily.

Damn it.

Why does he sound like that?

“Alicia, get yourself together,” I scolded myself internally.

“I am not curious,” I denied, but my body betrayed me as I unconsciously licked my lips.

His lips curved slightly.

He leaned closer, and for a moment, I thought he was about to kiss me again.

Instead, he whispered into my ear.

“Stop torturing me,” he murmured. “I waited for you for so many years. Now that I have found you, I want to mark you so badly.”

He leaned back and kissed my forehead instead.

Then he walked away, leaving me completely stunned.

What the hell just happened?

Did he just call me babe?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

This is insane.

I returned to the room I woke up in earlier, relieved that I did not get lost.

When I entered, I saw him lying on the bed.

Oh no.

Do not tell me we are sharing the bed.

No. Absolutely not.

I glanced around and spotted my belongings neatly placed on a small table.

So he was not lying.

I walked closer.

“Hey,” I called.

No response.

“Kaizer,” I called again.

His eyes opened, and before I could react, he pulled me toward him.

I landed on the bed, and suddenly he was hovering over me.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“My name sounds beautiful when you say it,” he said huskily.

“Get off me,” I snapped.

He grabbed both my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head.

He smirked.

“Get off me,” I repeated firmly.

His expression darkened.

“I will never let you go,” he said slowly.

I glared at him.

“You do not even know me.”

“It does not matter,” he replied. “All that matters is I already found you. My mate.”

Without warning, he captured my lips.

His kiss was possessive, overwhelming, and consuming.

Heat spread through my body in ways I could not explain.

His hand moved along my back, pulling me closer. His lips traced my jaw, then my neck, before returning to my mouth.

My mind was screaming at me to stop.

But my body was betraying me.

He teased my lips, biting and kissing until I could not resist anymore.

A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.

Shit.

What am I doing?

I wanted him close. I wanted his touch.

Why?

His lips traveled down again, leaving marks on my skin.

That was when reality finally slapped me back.

I shoved him away and scrambled off the bed.

Damn it.

I was making out with a stranger.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Breathing heavily, I rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.