His long lashes trembled and his fingers began to quiver. Ryley slowly opened his eyes to a strange face looming over him, while feeling something cold gently pressing against his chest.
"Oh, you're awake!" The voice whispered, sounding relieved. But suddenly turned annoyed in mere seconds. "Well, you better do because he'll definitely kill me if you don't,"
Ryley jolted, but a large hand prevented him from waking up. "Don't move. Your muscle is still tense,"
Feeling the unfamiliar touch, Ryley reflexively moved away and pulled the blanket that covered half of his body which was full of bandages. His lips slightly trembled when he asked,
"Wh... Who are you?" His eyes quickly caught the green woods outside the glass wall that faced his bed and finally realized that he'd been moved somewhere.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." The man said, taking off his stethoscope. His large build made Ryley instantly thought of him as an Alpha, so he kept trying to find a way to escape.
"Why are you backing away? I'm Adrian Pierre, I'm sorta... a doctor, and I'm not going to hurt you." The man said, lifting his hand and showed a small containment.
"You.. Are you an Alpha?" Ryley asked, his eyes flashed anxious look.
"Alpha?" The man looked at himself then laughed loudly. "Haha, I wish I was."
Ryley frowned at the answer, he understood what the man meant but he still couldn't believe that someone with a fairly big build like him wasn't an Alpha.
"You don't believe me?" Adrian pulled up his shirt and showed his abs. "Here, take a look," he casually said.
The model's pair of honey-like irises widened at the sight of stitch marks on Adrian's lower abs. "Just had my second one five months ago."
Ryley turned his face away, feeling his stomach churn. He didn't know how but it cheered him a bit when he heard Adrian proudly told him about his second child. Still, the stitch scar reminded him of his broken leg and how people used to laugh at him for that.
"Ah, sorry. That was so rude of me," Adrian said, rolling down his shirt. "Come on, no need to be afraid of me. By the way, are you that missing model.... Ryley Schwartz? I think your face is really similar to him."
Adrian's words instantly made the blond turn his face to him again, looking shocked. "Missing?" He looked at his left wrist and found that his watch was no longer there. Ryley then swiftly moved closer to the man in white. "What did the news say about me?" He asked in an anxious tone.
Ryley feared the last incident would send him back to the darkest time in his life. Someone might frame him and spread vile rumors about him even though he was actually drugged and almost forced to have sex with an old man he didn't know. Ryley felt helpless, he didn't have his phone with him, nor anybody to help him escape from whatever jungle he was currently in.
"Huh? So you're really him?!" Adrian covered his mouth in disbelief. "Oh my..."
"Can I borrow your cellphone for a while? I need to call my manager," Ryley pleaded, trying to get Adrian to help him. But before he could get an answer, the door to his room opened and the Alpha entered with grim face.
"Adrian, pack your stuff and wait upstairs," he said without looking, not taking his eyes off the pair of topaz eyes glaring at him.
"But I haven't done applying ointments, I need to—"
"I said now!"
Adrian jumped at the Alpha's thundering voice. He didn't dare to delay any longer and closed the door from outside.
Clyde tilted his head, looking at the model on his bed full of suspicions. His slender body was too slim even for the Alpha's smallest shirt.
"What do you want from me?" Ryley asked, shielding himself with the pillow defensively.
"Can you walk?" The Alpha's deep voice echoed, his condescending brows raised as if telling 'of course you can't.'
Ryley tried to move his legs, but his left still felt a bit sore. He would definitely fall again if not supported. "Where did you take me?" He said, dodging the question.
"Somewhere quiet, I guess?" Clyde asked back, but now he turned his back to the model and faced the tall, green woods. "A good place for interrogation indeed," he added in a cold tone.
Ryley shivered at the Alpha's reply. And more so when his eyes met a dangerous gaze shot from a pair of blue irises. "What interrogation? I'm not a criminal!" He said, trying to put on a tough face. "You haven't answered my question. Where did you take me?" His voice grew intense as anger started to creep into his heart.
Seeing Ryley glare at him made a cold grin appear on the corner of Clyde's lips. The Alpha walked closer, his gaze fell at the faint bruises on the model's smooth neck. "I've told you before. Here is a quiet place." He bent over as his hand unconsciously reached to the marks he left on him. "Why are you looking at me like that? Who do you think saved you from that old—"
He hadn't finished but Ryley swiftly swung his hand and landed a hard slap on his face. "Did you hear yourself, you bastard! You took advantage of me when I was clearly drugged! What makes you different from him?!"
That was the first time someone raised their hand to slap him. Not even his fearsome father nor his sister ever slapped the Alpha before.
"What did you say?!" Clyde caught Ryley's wrist and pulled him closer with force. "Are you even aware of your situation?" His handsome face turned grim, looking furious.
"Ah! Let go of my hand!" Ryley struggled to free himself, only to make the Alpha grip him tighter.
"That drug must be strong enough to make you amnesia, huh?" Clyde stared deep at the angry face in front of him, then said in a cold voice, "Don't you want to know what really happened to you?" He pulled out a watch from his pocket and showed it to Ryley.
"That's...! Give it back to me!" Ryley tried to take his watch from Clyde, but the Alpha was faster to bury it within his large palm.
"You will have to answer me first. It seems like there's more to you than just a famous model, so tell me now, who are you exactly?" Clyde asked, his tone demanding. He expected the blond to submit to his dominance as his masculine scent slowly filled the room.
The blond shuddered when he realized his body slowly burning and his breath choked. However, amidst the suffocating air he breathed, Ryley refused to obey the Alpha. "You... I swear you'll pay for this!"
"No. On the contrary..." Clyde intensified his scent, turning the blond's white face bright red and his entire body soaked in sweats. "You will, because you've lied to me!"
"S... Stop it! What are you doing to me?!" Ryley coughed hard, his hand grasped his own neck but Clyde pulled it and locked both on top of his head. His heart was beating fast as his strength slowly fading.
"You said you're not an Omega but look... You're burning in heat as soon as you breathed my scent!" Clyde angrily said. "Who are you trying to fool?"
The spacious room suddenly felt like a gas chamber, obviously worst than getting his leg broken.
His body, his mind, his pride... He lost it all.
It was as if he stood at the end of the world, watching the ground he stood stall crumble.
And this man... He destroyed everything.
Tears escaped from his eyes when he realized he couldn't fight the Alpha's overwhelming strength. His hand tried to push him away, but the bigger man refused to stop.
Lying on all fours with his hand locked behind his back, Ryley couldn't do anything but bite his lips and endure the pain.
He was able to get back on his two feet from a broken leg and a completely destroyed career before. But this?
How's Ryley supposed to recover after this?