"Then, I'll go since I'm done showering," she said, coldly.
"All right, sweetie, I let you out, but only this time; from now on, we'll shower together; I hope you'll obey my order," he said.
"Y... yes," she stammered. Althea exited the shower, dried herself, and changed into the silk pajamas he had left for her on the bed. Allan emerged only in his towel, exposing his body, just as she was about to lie down. She blushed when she saw him; she admits he was handsome and had a good body, but that doesn't matter when you're a monster as a person.
"Sweetie, don't go to sleep just yet; come to dinner with me and we'll talk," he said.
"OK," she said, not wanting to turn him down after all. She was eager to try the food she had prepared.
"I see you had a good time today, and you even used the kitchen, which is good, but doesn't go there too much. I let you cook, but you can still hurt yourself, so be careful," he said.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," she assured them.
"Hmm sweetie, this is so good," he said, picking up a fork and putting a piece of tortellini in his mouth.
"Okay," Amelia said, understanding him and his point.
"All right," Amelia said, understanding.
He and his argument.
They finished everything on their plate in fifteen minutes. Allan looked at her and motioned for her to accompany him to the bed. She rose from her seat at the table and sat on the bed.
"Sweetie, come on, let's sleep; don't worry, I don't want to do anything to you right now; I'm tired, so just come to sleep."
Althea got into the bed but moved away from him at the end of the bed because she didn't want him too close to her. But it was all for naught because he grabbed her waist and drew her on top of him as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
~
Allan was awake before Althea. He cherished the fact that he had her in his arms the night before. It felt amazing just to be able to hold her, but how long will he be able to keep his beast at bay before he finally takes her completely?
Allan finished his shower and changed into his suit. He approached Althea's bed, rousing her for breakfast.
"Sweetie, wake up, it's morning. Get dressed, breakfast is ready, and we need to talk," he said.
Althea slowly opens her eyes and looks up to see Allan already dressed on the bed.
"Good morning, sweetie; I hope you had a good night's sleep, as I did," Allan said.
"Good morning," she said as she got out of bed.
"I prepared your clothes for today," he explained.
"Thank you," she said as she took them from him and went to the bathroom to dress. They both went to the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast table. They finished their meal while Allan explained how things would work here from now on.
"First and foremost, don't try to flee because you don't want to make me angry because I know you're trying to flee from me. This is my warning. Second, just do as I say, and don't disobey me because I don't want to hurt you, so you must listen to me. Am I understood?" he inquired, as Althea nodded and looked up at him.
"Words, sweetie, I want to hear your voice when I ask you a question."
"Yes, I understand," she responded.
"Good. Now that we've established that, I think it's time for me to leave. Oh, almost forgot, I asked Xavier to guard you, so behave well, sweetie," he said.
"OK," she said as she rolled her eyes at him.
"Come, sweetie, kiss me before I go; from now on, kiss me every morning as good luck before I get to my appointment," he demanded.
"All right," she said as she approached him and kissed him on the cheek. She restrained herself from punching him in the face.
"Did I say something, sweetie?" he inquired.
"To kiss you."
"Yes, but I didn't mean a friendly kiss; I meant a lover's kiss on the lips, go again, and this time do it right," he said angrily. This time, she did as he asked and kissed him on the lips.
Althea must act normally for a few days until she is finally out of there. Althea returned to the mansion after Allan had left.
~
She awoke on the floor the next morning since she refused to sleep in the same bed as him. In this situation, the floor is incredibly, as cold and she sleeps with Allan. She doesn't want to be with him in one bed.
She rubbed her eyes and looked down at the bed to see Allan tapping away on his phone. He noticed hsleepnd put down his phone, "Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well?" he asks arrogantly.
"There's no good in my morning but still it's better than sleeping in the same bed with you again," she remarked, rolling her eyes at him.
That was all she had said to him, and he raised an eyebrow, probably not expecting a response.
He got out of bed, and she noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. All of his tattoos were visible, as well as those more s.
Althea wishes he wasn't a crazed killer. Perhaps she would have fallen trick right away.
"I have a deal for you tricky baby," he says as he puts on a new black shirt that fits him perfectly. "Since I want to get stronger, I need to treat you better, so I will buy you some clothes you agr know me to touch you tonight said knows eyes widened and she shrugged. Clothes were unimportant to trick her dignity. "No way, you can't buy me that kind of trick," she said, glaring at him intently.
"Okay fine, but have fun washing those clothes, I don't have a washer or dryer anyway," he says, winking before knowslks on the kitchen. Unfortunately for him, Althea knows how to hand wash her clothes; all she needs is soap and water.
He returns with a glass of clear liquid, and she sniffs it and detects tequila. "Great, I'm so lucky to have this kind of make. He's also an alcoholic addict" she grumbled.
"Would you like one?" he asks, trying to swing his drink a little. She shakes her head, but she feels drawn onto the bed. He drew her onto his lap and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Too shabby," he says, and she looks perplexed until he forces her mouth open and pours the contents of the glass into her mouth. She tried to spit it out but couldn't because she couldn't breathe.
"Good girl," Ace snickered as the glass was lowered she was devoid of anything. Her throat felt scratchy. burning from the inside out
What was the purpose of her small whisper? He had a firm grip on her waist, so she couldn't flee to throw up. "You need to relax, sweetie. I made you a little option."
Her head became light and fuzzy. Allan began to rub her shoulders gently. He was acting strangely as if he was planning something. She changed her mind because she couldn't focus.
"So, how are you feeling?" Allan asked, nibbling at her ear. She felt much better. Her stomach wasn't twisting, but something didn't feel right. He released his grip on her and she groaned. She turned around and faced him, their faces only a few inches apart.
Something told her to approach him and kiss him, so she did. She could then feel him smirk and kiss her rough. Her wolf waggled her tail, urging her to do more. She felt obligated to listen to her.
She pulled away from the kiss and nibbled on Allan's neck. She could hear a small moan from him after a while when she nibbled at a specific spot. She licked it, and her canines protruded. Althea can't control herself now, she was now in her deep euphoria.
As she marked Allan, her canines sunk into his neck. He moaned sexily as he gripped her waist. She pulls out the mark and licks it, a few tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Shh," her companion coos, petting her hair as she lies against his chest. Every heartbeat, every breath he took, she could hear. He, like everyone else, is a werewolf. Just one who murders for unknown reasons. "Sweetie, go to sleep now," he says. She nods slightly and closes her eyes as she walks away. She expected him to change after hearing what Henry said, but people don't change.
~
When she awoke, the room was pitch black. It was late at night. She squirmed free of Allan's grasp and walked to the restroom. She needs to look in the mirror and possibly take a shower.
She dragged the chain behind her, closing the door whead enough chain links to allow her to move around inside. She turned on the light and looked in the mirror. Her skin was pale, scratched, and unappealing. Her hair and clothes were both messed up.
She exhaled a sigh. She still can't believe she marked him. She knows he drugged her, but she still feels pitiful. He can feel a lot of her pain, including mental pain. "I hate him," she murmured.
"Why did he seem caring after that?" her wolf wondered. Most likely just to mess with her head. After all, she was just a toy for him
She closed her eyes and shut the bathroom door. A shower in her wolf form would be beneficial right now. Unlike alphas and male wolves, she wasn't particularly large. She removed her bra and top, then examined her pants; she needed to keep that piece on her ankle so the silver didn't burn her.
She opens the drawers and pulls out a pair of scissors, which she uses to cut off her pants, leaving only that one section. Then came her panties, which she couldn't take off completely anyway. She threw the cut cloths in the trash.
"All right, wolfie, it's time to shift," she tells herself. She gradually transformed into her perfectly brown wolf. Fortunately, the chain did not burn her.
She turned to face the shower, sighing as she did so. She had forgotten to turn on the water. She jumps into the tub and stands on her back two legs. She stood oddly and spun the wheels.
When she was satisfied, she sat in the tub with her front two paws down. Perhaps a bubble bath will pleasure. She believes Allan won't mind. Shpleasure the body wash and squeezed the bottle with her mouth, releasing almost all of the contents. Anything to take her mind off the subject.
She sat in the tub, which was quickly filling with water. She then turned off the water when the tub was nearly full of bubbles.
As pleasure flew around the bathroom, she smiled. Life is a simple pleasure. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, drifting off to sleep.