Let me go

~Timbre~

As the first rays of sunlight tiptoed through the curtains, gently illuminating the room, consciousness emerged from the depths of my slumber, like a delicate flower unfurling its petals to greet the day.

My eyelids, heavy with remnants of rest, fluttered open, revealing a world refreshed by the night's embrace. My vision adjusted to the gentle morning light, bringing clarity to my surroundings.

From the moment my eyes swept across the room, they were greeted by a symphony of lavishness. The walls, adorned with richly textured wallpaper or intricate paneling, created a backdrop of sophistication.

Glimmering chandeliers hung from lofty ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow that danced upon meticulously polished surfaces.

“What is this place?” I pondered.

I had never been in such a beautiful place my whole life. While trying to recall the events from the previous night, every movement I made was met with a gentle responsiveness, with the bed accommodating shifts and adjustments effortlessly.

It was the most soothing thing I had ever laid on.

Then I recalled everything that had happened together, putting every bit of memory together carefully. I met with Alpha Xavier!

I was overcome with a chilling sensation as I recollected the events that unfolded between us. The involuntary movements of my legs, the intimate touch that brought him a sense of ease—these memories unsettled me deeply.

However, what troubled me the most wasn't the particular incident itself but rather the inexplicable bond I felt from the moment our gazes met. It seemed impossible for me to resist his allure.

And as our proximity increased, I realized that he held a power over me, a power that both intrigued and terrified me.

It was as if our souls were entwined, bound together by some unseen force that defied rational explanation.

In a state of disbelief, I lifted my hands and gazed at them in astonishment. The question echoed in my mind: "How did I manage to achieve that? How did I bring him to a halt?"

As I struggled to find a plausible explanation for the inexplicable event, a distant sound of footsteps reached my ears, gradually growing louder with each passing second.

In sync with the footsteps, my heart pounded in a rhythmic cadence. Abruptly, the sound of the turning doorknob reached my ears, jolting me into action.

With a sense of urgency, I swiftly positioned myself on the bed, concealing my body beneath the comforting embrace of the duvet. I feigned sleep, hoping to create the illusion that I remained undisturbed.

The door swung open with an almost imperceptible creak, and the distinct sound of those footsteps drew nearer to the bed where I lay.

"Is she planning to sleep indefinitely? Wake her up," His voice, chilly and resonant, pierced my ears with its weight.

"Yes, Alpha Xavier," came the synchronized response of unfamiliar voices. Without delay, I sensed the touch of hands upon the duvet that concealed me.

My heart raced with wild abandon, and I dared not close my eyes as the duvet was pulled away.

Beside me stood three women, donning identical outfits that resembled uniforms. They were maids.

With a trepidation that gripped me, I turned my eyes to meet the frigid gaze of Alpha Xavier, his presence looming over me.

A myriad of words danced on the tip of my tongue, yet I found myself rendered speechless under the weight of his penetrating gaze.

"What is your name?" he inquired, his gaze unwavering and icy.

Reluctantly, I whispered, "Timbre." Each syllable was extracted unwillingly from me, as if his gaze held dominion over my very desires, exerting a powerful control that engulfed every fiber of my being.

“What are you? How did you do it?” He further inquired, and I wasn’t sure how to answer him.

Instead, I scrambled hastily to the opposite side of the bed, positioning myself in close proximity to where he stood. With a resolute determination, I disembarked from the bed, taking measured steps that drew me nearer to him.

"Please, Alpha Xavier, let me leave. I am a lone wolf, completely unaware of the events that transpired last night. I... I am utterly perplexed by what happened too, I assure you," I pleaded, my voice tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.

In response to my plea, Alpha Xavier's countenance remained unsettlingly serene, devoid of any visible shift in expression. Without addressing me directly, he pivoted his gaze toward the motionless maids stationed beside the bed.

"Clean her, provide her with fresh attire, and ensure she is well-fed. However, under no circumstances shall she be permitted to leave this room. If she steps out of this room, I’ll have your heads on my plate for dinner.” He commanded with an air of authority, his words carrying a subtle but unmistakable threat.

"Yes, Alpha Xavier," they replied in unison, acknowledging his orders, and swiftly, two of the maids seized my arms, their grip surprisingly robust for their stature as women.

"No! Wait! Let go of me! I still need to speak with him!" I pleaded desperately, my voice echoing through the room, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

They disregarded my protests, paying no heed to my urgent cries. Desperate, I turned my head to catch Alpha Xavier's gaze, only to find him already in the process of leaving.

"Wait! Let me go! Why are you so cruel?! I have never done anything to harm you. You cannot keep me imprisoned here against my will!" I screamed, my voice filled with frustration and anguish.

The force of my outcry caused him to halt abruptly, freezing in his tracks.

My heart raced, a cacophony of beats reverberating within me, as I witnessed the impact of my words upon him. With an intense fury burning in his eyes, Alpha Xavier's countenance transformed into a visage of enraged crimson, propelling him towards me in an unbridled storm of wrath.

Startled by his sudden approach, the maids who had restrained me hastily released their grip, retreating with trepidation, their faces etched with fear.

My legs quivered uncontrollably, betraying my ability to support my own weight. In a forceful motion, he seized my right arm, propelling me backward until my back collided with the unyielding surface of the wall. The impact reverberated through my body, jolting me with a mixture of pain and shock.

"Never again shall you dare to raise your voice at me!" he growled, his jaws clenched with palpable anger.

His malicious gaze bore into my teary and frightened eyes, compelling me to nod involuntarily, acknowledging his dominance.

"Until I unravel the truth of your existence, you belong to me!" he declared, his words striking my heart with a cruel finality, like an indelible seal upon my fate.

"Understood?!" he snapped, the force of his words accompanied by a jarring smack that made me jolt and instinctively close my eyes.

"Yes, Alpha Xavier," I responded, my voice tinged with a mixture of trepidation and compliance. I held onto the hope that he would release his grip on my arms soon, as the pain it caused me was becoming increasingly unbearable.

Gulping audibly, he released his grip on my hand, wiping his mouth with his palm before turning to depart. My eyes remained fixated on his retreating figure in disbelief, unable to tear my gaze away until he was completely out of the room.

One of the maids approached me, her demeanor unaffected as she proceeded to remove the clothes I wore, maintaining a silent composure as if oblivious to the pain inflicted upon me by her Alpha.

"You have no other option but to comply with the Alpha's commands, unless you wish to face dire consequences. He takes what he desires in any manner he pleases. Consider yourself fortunate that he has entrusted us with your care," she stated.

"Fortunate?" I whispered incredulously, the word hanging heavily in the air. There was nothing remotely fortunate about the situation that had unfolded before me.

All I longed for was to return to the streets from which I had emerged, where freedom reigned and no one held the power to confine me.

Yet, the realization sank in that escaping this predicament seemed like an insurmountable challenge. I found myself trapped in a labyrinth of circumstances, a chaotic mess from which there appeared to be no easy escape.