She watched as the water poured on him, drenching his hair, shirt, pillow, and bed, but he didn't open his eyes.
"Huh," she gasped in disbelief.
It was surprising to see him still sleeping after being drenched by a full pail of water. Was this part of being a werewolf?
Moving into the bathroom, she came out with another pail of water and poured it on him, making him and the bed entirely drenched.
She wasn't exempted because she had stumbled with the pail of water in the bathroom, and it had spilled on her as well, drenching her hair and dress.
"Alvin," she tried calling after pouring the second pail of water on him and receiving no reaction, but he still didn't budge. The thought of him kicking the bucket made her freak out because she would be killed by the entire pack if she killed their Alpha.
She couldn't imagine how much they all hated her by now for rejecting their Alpha, but she wasn't in support of being with him, she couldn't stay.
She was brought into the pack against her will, and refused to be forced into having feelings for him.
"Alvin!" she called again with alertness in her voice as she placed her head on his chest to check if he was still breathing.
His already wet shirt was now clinging to his body, making his well-built muscular abs visible, and she wasn't comfortable with the sudden urge she had to touch him.
"What is it, Annabelle?" he asked with his eyes still closed, and with a yelp, she flinched backward on hearing his voice, almost falling down the bed, but he got a hold of her and pulled her back and still remained laying on the bed.
"What did you do, Annabelle?" he asked, eyes still closed, and water trickling down his hair. He felt his wet shirt and pant with his hands, but suddenly tensed up.
"Nothing," she replied immediately, raising her hands above her head. She tried crawling off the bed, knowing the gravity of the offense she had committed, but he pulled her back.
"Where do you think you're going after turning my room into a swamp, little lady?" he asked, hovering over her with water from his hair dripping onto her face.
"I didn't turn your room into a swamp, it wasn't me," she said, trying to defend herself as she cleaned away the water from her face.
"Then who did?" he asked sarcastically.
"It rained," she quickly answered because that was the only idea she had in mind.
"Annabelle, I hope it is known to you that you are acting like a toddler?" he said, staring at her in the eyes.
"I'm a teenager," she said as she struggled to wriggle herself from beneath him.
"Calm down, Annabelle, how did you also get drenched?" he asked with raised eyebrows.
"I said it had rained," she glared at him.
"It had rained, huh? With the roof intact it had rained in the room and specifically on the bed where I was laid on," he asked, his voice turning cold as he ruffled his wet hair frustratedly while she stared silently at him.
"Annabelle, you poured water on me, didn't you?" he asked before letting go of her, and climbed down the bed.
"I didn't mean to do it, but I did it because you told the guards not to let me go with the maids to the pack house." She confessed
"Did you really want to go to the pack house or you wanted an escape?" he asked while unbuttoning his shirt.
"I told you I wanted to see the pack house."
"That is not true, Annabelle, you and I know that you are lying to me."
"How sure are you?" She asked, fluttering her eyes closed while he changed his shirt.
"You are my mate, Annabelle, so I can feel your pains and you can also feel mine. I know when you are lying and when you are not. I can also read your thoughts, so you better mind what you think," he said, which made her flutter her eyes open.
"You are bleeding," she told him, making him turn back to her. She immediately climbed down the bed and took a wipe from her closet and walked towards him.
Stretching the wipe towards him, she noticed how he watched intently at the distance she created between them.
She got disappointed when he didn't take it, and she retracted her hand.
"You should have known better than to pour water on me; you are not a kid, Annabelle," he said before buttoning the last button.
"From tomorrow, you will start living in the pack house and start attending college with your age mates because you aren't ready to be a Luna. And don't ever think of escaping because you'll only put yourself into trouble, because I might not hesitate to kill…." He trailed off, his jaws clenched, before he walked away from her. It was obvious that he was mad at her.
She did what she did to make him see her of less importance and sent her back.
That's why she has been causing problems in the mansion, but still he refused. There were other ladies in his pack, so why her? But she was regretting it now and wanted to apologize.
He was the only one she knew in this werewolf world, so him being angry at her wasn't something good.
"But..." she tried saying, but he silenced her.
"I have other things to do than babysitting you, Annabelle. Keeping you in my room was a mistake because you are not only stubborn, but you're disrespectful. You will start living in the pack house from tomorrow, and that is final," he said before finally walking out of the room.
Shocked by the sudden outburst, she sat stupefied, staring at the maids who were cleaning the room and packing her things.
She couldn't believe that she would start living in the pack with werewolves and no one to defend her if she gets in trouble.
She somehow felt safe when she was with Alpha Alvin, but the thought of staying alone in the pack house made her freak out. Still, it was also a good chance for her to escape.
She struggled not to feel remorseful for pouring water on him because if she managed to escape and tell her dad how she had poured water on the face of her abductor, he would be so proud of her.
But she felt guilty, she felt as though she had hurt him. She could see it in his eyes. It wasn't the water that hurt him most, but the distance she made between them. She wished she could help, but she had no feelings for him. The feeling is supposed to grow on its own if it wanted to.
With a sigh, she followed the maids to another room that had been prepared for her.
"You need to sleep early because you'll be taken to the pack house by 12 o'clock midnight, and you will start attending college tomorrow," the maid announced.
"Tomorrow?" She asked, not really paying attention.
"Yes, so you need to sleep now," the maid said as she headed to the door and was about to switch off the lights but was stopped by Annabelle.
"Are you a maid?" she asked, staring at the lady.
"Why did you ask, dear?" The lady asked as she walked towards her.
"Because you don't look like one," she replied with a shrug.
"I am not a maid, dear. I'm more than a maid, I am your nanny," the lady said as she smiled lightly at Annabelle.
"What! Who told you to be my nanny?" Annabelle asked sharply, startling the lady with how she scowled at her.
"I was instructed by the Alpha," the lady said, staring at the floor.
"I hate him," she mumbled as she lay on the bed and snuggled into her duvet.
"Don't say that, dear, please don't hate him," the lady pleaded on her Alpha's behalf.
"I also hate you, so stop pleading on his behalf," she said before closing her eyes.
"He is the Alpha….." the lady tried saying but got interrupted by Annabelle.
"I really need to sleep now, you should leave."
"But...." the lady was about to say again but was interrupted.
"Just leave already, I don't want you! I hate all of you. You all are animals!!" Annabelle yelled, and the lady immediately left.
As she listened to what she just said, and felt sorry for saying such a thing and yelling at the lady. The lady looked very calm, but Annabelle was just confused and angry.
She then bursted into tears, feeling too emotional about everything that had happened to her, but had no idea that the lady that just walked out of her room was like a mother to the Alpha.