Alpha Benji

♕Chapter Five♕

He had confirmed me as his Luna. Our initial mate bond was undeniable. Yet, he threw my away like I was nothing. 

I begged the guards to let me go but my pleas only fell on deaf ears. They remained silent forces, dragging me through various trails away from the clearing. My destination was unclear; perhaps back to the cells. At least then I would be back with Gwen.

But my wish was never granted. I watched as the cell house faded in the distance, only putting more space in-between Gwen and I. She's the only person I have here and yet I was quickly losing her.

Eventually we arrived here.

I was too distressed to get a good look of the house we entered. The sheer size alone was alarming. Most likely their pack house, if I had to assume. The guards left me in a small room with hardwood floors and a inviting bed. It seems too good to be true.

It doesn't make sense. How could I go from living in a dingy cell room shared with three other people to this complete upgrade? There wasn't any grand décor, but it was more than I ever would have expected. The room was functional and clean, barren of any personal artifacts besides the pack crest engraved on the wall.

Would he come for me? I couldn't tame my anxious mind as it ran wild with possible scenarios involving the Alpha. I'm not sure what would be better; him coming or not. 

I found a spot in the corner of the room, opting to sit on the floor instead of dirtying the bed. I tucked my knees into my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around myself. There was nothing else for me to do. All I can do is wait.

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Despite my uncomfortable position, I managed to drift to sleep. A mixture of my poor sleeping schedule and leftover anxiety from the day had led me drained. I suppose I could have slept through the whole day if I wasn't startled awake.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Three, quick rasps at the door gave me a moment to prepare before it slid open with a click. My body tensed on it's own accord, preparing for the worst. I anticipated anger and violence, but instead was greeted by the smiling face of a petite older woman.

"Hello, Miss. I've brought you your dinner."

My lips parted in surprise. I noticed the small tray she had tucked under the crook of her arm. Sat on the tray was a glass of water and a bowl that was emitting the most mouth-watering smell. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled embarrassingly loud. I couldn't recall the last time I had a proper meal. I was beginning to get too skinny for my own liking. 

A perplexed expression found its way to my face. "I'm sorry - my what?" 

"Your dinner, Miss. It's chicken noodle soup. I hope that is alright." She gave me a tight-lipped smile, holding the tray out a bit more for me to get a better view. "May I come inside?"

The juxtaposition of this woman offering me food compared to the lethal cell guards was unsettling. I had gotten used to the idea of fighting for my food in this pack.

I hesitantly nodded my head. The woman didn't look like a threat, so I tried my best not to react as she walked more into the room. She placed the tray on the side table next to the bed, taking a step away from me with her hands clasped in front of her.

"When you're done with your meal, you can leave your tray by your door. Someone from the staff will come by to collect it soon." She seemed satisfied by her service, quickly turning to leave after ridding herself of the tray.

Without registering my movements, I scrambled to stand on my feet. I must have resembled a baby doe as I leaned on the wall for support. "Wait!" I panicked, wanting to catch her attention before she left.

The old women froze, her hand already wrapped around the door handle. She turned her body to peer at me with a wearily expression. "Yes, Miss?"

I licked my dry lips, "Please, I..." I halted, not knowing how to word the overwhelming amount of anxiety I had built up in my chest. The constant feeling of not knowing what was going on was driving me insane. I tried to blink away the tears that I knew were welling up in my eyes. "Do you know what's going to happen to me? What am I doing here?"

The old women stared at me, her face not betraying an ounce of what she was thinking. She kept her expression stoic, sighing softly. "I'm sorry, Miss. Please enjoy your dinner."

She was quick this time to turn on her heel and leave the room. A click of the door lock let me know she was gone for good.

I silently sobbed over my bowl of chicken noddle soup on the floor. It was deliciously warm and reminded me of home. This was the fullest my stomach has been in the past three weeks, yet I still felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

I would rather be splitting a piece of soggy bread with Gwen then eating this soup alone.

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No one else came. Hours passed by as I was left to wallow in my self-pity. After inhaling the chicken noodle soup and washing it down with a glass of water, I took another good look around the room. The side dresser drawer was empty, not that I was really expecting anything of value to be in there. The most disappointing discovery I made, though, was the lack of a window.

I didn't realize there was no window until I was getting sick of the fluorescent bulbs that illuminated the room. I had been living in almost complete darkness in the cells for the past three weeks, so the light bulbs were alarmingly bright. I just wanted some natural light and fresh air.

But, of course, there was no window. And with no window, meant I had no escape.

I had no way to tell what time it was, but it had to be close to nighttime. I collected everything from my meal onto the tray and dropped it on the floor by the door. Momentarily, I had a swell of hope but it quickly deflated once I realized the door was still firmly locked. 

Hesitantly I flipped the switch off, letting darkness swallow the room up. I was more familiar with the comfort of the dark by now. My body drifted towards the bed before freezing. I was disgusting. My body was covered in dried up blood and dirt. If I got into this bed, I would surely ruin the sheets.

Would the Alpha be mad? I shivered at the thought of angering him. I feared the consequences of his temper. With that thought in mind, I pulled the top blanket off the bed, dragging it to my original spot on the floor. I know sleep with find me soon. I just pray good things will follow when I wake up.

♕A/N: ♕ Hello, little old me just checking in! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If there is a line you like (or don't like), let me know! See any mistakes? Feel free to point them out. I will be trying to update as frequently as I can. This is going to be a slow-burn book (as a pre-warning), so Aria will not be falling into her mates embrace at first chance - I mean, can you really blame here? 

Thanks for reading and I appreciate all the support!

5/2/2020 - This chapter has been EDITED & heavily REVISED! There is a lot of verbiage that has changed, but for the better. As always, I am happy to hear any feedback!