Chapter 6: No more running

Kate

After a few hours, I hear the door unlock. Sitting up in bed, I look to see Troy standing in the doorway.

“Come eat, the kitchen has made lunch,” he says

“I'm not hungry.”

“You need to eat, come downstairs,” he takes off the ropes, and leaves.

There is no sense in trying to run anymore. He will never let me leave, but that doesn't mean I'm going to listen to him. Walking over to the bookcase, I grab a book to read to pass the time. Troy comes into the room and places a plate of food on the bed, when I'm about halfway through the book. He leaves without a word. I place the book on the bed and grab the plate of food. Walking over to the chair by the window, I sit looking into the woods while I eat. I put the plate on the dresser and lay back on the bed to finish the book.

I must have fallen asleep for a few hours because a knock at the door startles me awake. Troy walks in, taking the plate from the dresser and replacing it with a dark blue dress and black shoes.

“Get changed for dinner,” his voice emotionless, “The bathroom is through there. Come downstairs when you are ready, or I will carry you down.”

He walks out the door, not waiting for a response. I walk into the large white bathroom. A beautiful soaker tub sits in the middle of the room with a golden chandelier hanging above. A large white vanity lined the wall to the left with a toilet at the end. A huge mirror takes up the entirety of the right wall with a built-in shower across from the tub, and the back wall is a closet. It was huge, like another bedroom. Looking in the vanity for shampoo, I find only men's soap. Of course, this must be his room. I start filling the tub and gather the men's soap, plus anything else I might need. I undress and get into the tub, letting the water hit my legs. After a moment, I turn off the water and start cleaning myself.

“The food will be cold if you take too long,” I hear Troy’s voice say from the doorway.

“What are you doing? Get out!” I scream, covering myself the best I could.

“Relax, I'm not looking. I just came in to get some clothes, then I'll leave.”

He takes his time walking back to the closet, watching me out of the corner of his eye with a smile. I give him a go-to hell look, and he chuckles. He opens the closet and takes out a nice pair of jeans and a button-up shirt.

“You needed a change of clothes right now?”

“No, these are for tomorrow. I just figured I would get them now,” he says with a smile.

I roll my eyes as he walks back out the door. Quickly, I finish my bath, not waiting for any more interruptions. After I dry off, I slip into the dress, throwing my hair into a bun. I put on the black shoes and make my way downstairs to the dining room. Troy is sitting at the end of the table. I take the seat at the other end, staying as far away from him as possible. Jake and Molly sit next to him, putting food on their plate. This amount of food could feed an army. There is ham, steak, ribs, potatoes, rolls, corn, and so much more. I grab a little of everything and start to dig in.

“Would you like something to drink? We have water, wine, soda, whatever you want.” Jake asks.

“I’m only 18?”

“And?” Jake laughs.

“Sure, I'll take some wine.” Jake hands me a bottle of wine, and I pour some into my glass.

“Alpha, if now is a good time, we have some business to discuss.” Jake starts talking to Troy.

“Yes, now is fine.”

“So there is talk about an omega lurking by the border. Not sure what he wants, maybe looking for a pack or scouting for someone?” Jake says.

“Send a team to check it out, also go ahead and double the border watch for now. I need to make sure Kate is safe.” Troy says sternly.

“Yes, Alpha. We also need to start planning the mating ceremony.”

“I know, we will hold off for now. Just until Kate is more comfortable.”

They go on to talk about more pack stuff that I did not understand. I finish the glass of wine and pour myself another. This being my first taste of alcohol, I was already feeling it a little. I pick at my food as I drink the wine faster than I should have and pour myself a third glass. By this time, I'm more than a little tipsy. After eating all my food, I sip on what is left of my wine while Troy and Jake wrap up their business talk.

“Kate, let's take a walk and get some air,” Troy says, noticing how much I have drunk.

“Sure, why not,” I say, stumbling to get up.

He takes my arm and leads me out the back door and into a beautiful garden.