Alpha Ryland

Chapter 30

I'm trapped in a room in my own house. A room filled with green and yellow colors decorating the furniture overwhelm my visual senses. It's messy and smells too much like Dylan. My wolf is repulsed by the scent and I have to fight the urge to puke every time I inhale. I've stopped banging on the door and demanding to be let out a few hours ago since there is no point. Nobody is going to come for me.

My mind had wandered to where Ryland could be or what is happening to him. I don't even know if he is still alive. Ever since I came into this room, I have not heard a sound from him; only silence. I can't feel his wolf anywhere in the house, but I wouldn't be able to now anyways, since I discontinued our mate bond.

My pity party ended about thirty minutes ago when all my tears ran out. I decided to look around the room for something that could potentially help me. The window is locked and boarded up so I couldn't escape. I look through drawers, under the bed, in the sheets, under carpets, anything I could find. When I went to the closet, I found nothing interesting. Clothes and shoes are the expected items I saw and went to shut the door until something shiny caught my attention. Opening back the closet, I see a doorknob behind the clothes. I move things out of the way and find a small door.

Looking behind me to make sure nobody was going to come in and catch me, I walk through the small door about three feet high and was greeted by a bright pink and purple room. The walls behind me that shelter the door, are plain pink while the rest of the walls are rudely decorated with pictures and papers covering up the color. In the center of the end of the room is a shrine: a shrine dedicated to me. A picture frame of me is dead center on a small table with newly lit candles. I see wax slowly dripping down the sides, perfectly hitting the candle holders it sits on. It looks like it's been lit only hours ago.

Flowers surround the single picture frame, along with various items that belong to me. Or, at least, once belonged to me. I noticed that things of mine had started to go missing, but thought nothing of it. While I was with Dylan, my hair pieces along with a shirt or makeup item would disappear. He blamed it on my incautious behavior and I shrugged it off. Now I know he had kept them for himself.

Various pictures of me are scattered along the walls: me with my family, alone, with friends, and with him. Etched in the walls with red markers or just scratches are writings that say, "Love her," or "She belongs to ME." Along these writings and pictures are newspaper clippings of me that must of came out during the time I was gone. In purple marker, he has words saying, "WHERE IS SHE?"

There is one picture in particular that catches my attention. I reach out to touch it while recalling what I was doing in the picture. I'm smiling, almost looking directly at the camera. I seem to be looking at someone since there is a piece of brown hair on the edge of the picture. Behind me is a shopping center that I barely remember, but when I do it hits me like a ton of bricks. This was a time I went shopping in one of the breaks I forced Ryland to stop at.

My breathing steadies when this is the only picture he has of me and Ryland together, but hitches when I dared to turn around. Scattered everywhere on the left wall is pictures of me and Ryland together. The first moment of me running after him was taken on film, along with us shopping, stopping at our rest stops for sleep, and one of us at his house. The most recent one of us is at the airport heading to the terminal. I shiver at the thought of Dylan or someone that works for him, stalking us. His creepiness level has surpassed most peoples.

"Enjoying my special room, Darling?" Dylan's voice pierces my skin and freezes me to the spot. I hear his footsteps drawing near me and I know I can't run now. He's by the small door that I have to crouch to get out of, and he has the upper hand knowing the layout and has the keys. "I've been tracking your movements ever since you left home. Can't have you running away and finding your true mate, now can we?"

I close my eyes and think of a way out. His hand is placed on my shoulder and I quickly turn around to face him with angered eyes. "Feisty? This isn't the way I left you. Did he hurt your little heart?" He says with feigned innocence. He reaches his arm out again and I pull back.

"You Bastard! You're the only one that has hurt me!" I try to move to the door but he blocks my path with each step I take. He smirks at my struggle of getting out of the room. "Where is he!?"

He tsks at my question and shakes his head, "Do you think I'd let him live after taking you away from me?"

I clench my fists and jaw, "Where. Is. He!?" I repeat myself with threatening eyes.

"Darling little fly, he's suffering for what he had done. You too, have a hole in your chest from what happened." He backs me up into a wall and smiles, "I can fill the void."

I push him back and kick him in his testicles. As he bends down in pain, I take the opportunity to run out the door and to the main bedroom door. He had locked it back when he entered, but I did not know that when I reached it. Jiggling the doorknob, I turn around and see Dylan jogging back up to me. I take the nearest item next to me, a small stool, and hit it onto his head. He moves in time to only get hit on his cheek and grabs one of the legs of the stool. He takes it out of my grip and throws it down on the ground, breaking it in a few pieces.

He places his hands on both sides of my head and snarls at me, glaring down into my eyes. "You will regret denying me." His right-hand clasps around my neck and applies a lot of pressure. I claw at his hands to break free, but he doesn't move a muscle. I lose oxygen very quickly and find myself looking around the room with black spots clouding my vision, "You will love me, like it or not."

My struggle is for naught, fainting soon after. I fear that he is going to take advantage of me while I am out, but being asleep for hours blackened my memory. When I finally came to, I'm back in the bed with rope on my hands. I'm not tied down, but I am tied to where I can't separate my hands or feet separately. There is no sign of him doing anything else to me, which makes me feel a bit more relieved.

Eventually, I hear the doorknob jingle, signaling for me that not only someone is coming inside the room; but someone is coming for a certain reason. My danger level is high, especially since I am tied up and couldn't free myself. I brace myself for Dylan to walk in with some master plan that I don't expect.