Trapped between the wall and Alpha Alvin, Annabelle could only stare at him, fear evident in her eyes.
"Coming into my office wasn't a right option, Annabelle, and I need to mark you because you are stubborn," he said, a smirk lying at the edge of his lips, his long lashes fluttering as he observed her body, before locking eyes with her.
"But if you mark me, it wouldn't even make me loyal to you," she replied, trying to conceal her fear. She wanted to walk away, and expected him to make a way for her to pass, but he didn't. She bit her bottom lip, feeling uncomfortable with their close proximity, and he looked away and scoffed.
"You are wrong, Annabelle," he said, and his head snapped back to her. He began leaning closer to her, and her breath hitched in her throat, forcing back in the reply she was about to make.
"Marking you would make you loyal to me with time, that I can assure you," he added, twisting strands of her hair in his palm.
The ringing of his phone interrupted, and he clenched his jaws, averted his eyes from her and sighed silently, before he shifted away from her.
He let go of her hair and turned away from her, his back facing her, while she watched silently.
"You should leave now, Annabelle," he said and began heading to another door in his office.
"Thank you so much, Alpha." Her eyes lightened up at what he said, she bowed happily at his retreating figure before she turned to leave.
"To your room, Annabelle. You aren't permitted to leave this mansion," he instructed before closing the door.
"What!!" she asked with wide eyes, and stopped abruptly.
She sprinted towards the room he had gone into and tried pushing it open, but it was locked.
She had thought he had permitted her to go home as he told her to leave, but was disappointed to realize he was talking about her returning back to her room.
She suddenly stopped knocking after it dawned on her that his demeanor had changed, becoming more dangerous as he instructed her not to leave the mansion before he walked away.
With a sad sigh, she turned to walk away, but what she didn't expect was for the door to be opened swiftly and she was pulled into a dimly lit room.
"Ahhh! What the hell," she cried out in fear as she was shoved onto a bed in the dimly lit room.
"Alvin!" she cried out, seeing him staring at her with his eyes in a dark shade of blue and gold, and chills ran down her spine.
"What are you doing?" she asked, shifting away when he climbed the bed she was laid on.
She quickly sat up, attempting to crawl away from him, but he pulled her back with ease, tossing her to the bed.
"Stop staring at me like that," she complained, trying to pull his hand that was wrapped around her waist, while he held her down to the bed, hindering her from getting up. Her heart palpitated in her chest, her chest frantically rising and falling, and he observed everything.
"Are you scared, Annabelle?" he asked, returning his gaze to her frightened face.
"Just let me go," she begged, trying to escape.
"I simply just want to mark you, so stop making it look as though we are clashing, it's just marking," He hissed through gritted teeth, holding her back down.
"I don't want to be marked," she said, continuing to try to free herself from him.
"But I want you to be marked," he said while staring down at her with an unfathomable expression. It was obvious that he wasn't in support of how she was reacting.
"Please," she pleaded, tears rolling down her face.
"This is just marking, and you are acting like this; I wonder how romantic you'll be when we will mate," sarcasm laced his voice, and he sighed and cleaned an invisible sweat from his temple, but she seized the opportunity to escape. Before she could make any move, he held her back down as though he had predicted it, and she whimpered.
"Stop, no, please stop," she pleaded when he bent towards her neck.
"It's going to be painful, Annabelle, so I am hoping that you wouldn't damage my sense of hearing with your screams," he whispered in her ear with his elongated fangs, while she shivered in fear, whimpering, her breath quivering.
And with that being said, she felt his fangs pierce into her neck, making her feel an overwhelming rush of pain she hasn't felt throughout her life, which made her give out a sharp piercing cry.
"Alvin, no!" she screamed as she tried pushing him off her.
"Ouch, it's painful. Stop!!" she sobbed with her eyes closed, unable to take the pain anymore.
Feeling her hands being freed from his grip, she opened her eyes and stared at him with her teary eyes.
Crawling away from him, she groaned in pain, holding her neck while going down the bed.
"Don't come close to me," she managed to say to him between sobs as he walked towards her, while she began walking out of the room.
But he held her back, holding her to himself before taking her to a couch, but she pulled away from him and sat on the floor.
She continued crying, her hands still holding her neck where he had bitten her, and she shifted further away from him.
"I'm only trying to help," he said, crouching before her and blowing a breeze on her neck.
"Is it helping?" he asked, continuing to blow a breeze on her while she rested on his chest.
"It isn't helping… it's too painful…," she said weakly, eyes closed before blanking out.
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Staring at the ceiling, Annabelle remained on the bed, feeling too flimsy to stand up.
"What the hell happened to me?" she complained as she tried sitting up.
Walking into the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror.
Feeling an itch of pain on her neck, she touched it and felt how warm it was.
Staring at her neck in the mirror, she was stunned to see a tattoo on her neck.
''What is this,'' she gasped, continuing to stare at it.
It looked as though the face of a wolf had been sketched out on her neck.
Stepping away from the mirror, she proceeded to have her bath before walking out of the bathroom, not thinking much about the strange mark.
After dressing up, she left the room and headed to the dining hall.
As predicted, Alpha Alvin was seated there, engaged with his phone.
Pulling out a chair, she sat down without saying a word to him, staring at the food in front of her with many thoughts drifting in her head.
She had recently recalled that she got bitten by him last night.
"You bit me last night, didn't you?" she suddenly asked without looking at him, distracting his attention, and raised his face from his phone.
"Did I?" he asked back without looking at her either.
"Yes, you did," she answered with a sharp glance.
"Do you know how fucking painful it felt?" she asked, glaring at him.
"Annabelle, would you keep quiet and eat?" he turned to her and asked with a cold gaze which startled her.
"But I told you–:"
"Hush!" he shushed her from saying what she was about to say.
"Eat now, Annabelle," he said before standing up and striding out of the dining hall, while she merely stared at his retreating figure.
With a sigh, she picked up the fork and started eating.
After eating to her satisfaction, she strolled out of the dining hall in search of Alpha Alvin.
She had gone to his office, but the guards told her he wasn't there.
Walking into their room, she closed the door gently when she saw him seated on the couch with his eyes closed.
She walked towards the bed and sat on it while glaring at him.
"Would you ever stop glaring?" She heard him complain with his eyes still closed, and she rolled her eyes, still angry at him for giving her such cold looks and interrupting her.
"Can I ask a question?" she asked and sat properly on the bed.
"What question?" he asked with his eyes still closed.
"Wasn't it wrong for you to mark me after I rejected you? Was it right for me to be marked by my rejected mate?" she asked while fiddling with her fingers, and peeked at him, anxious of his reaction.