Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 7

I walked inside the hotel only to be stopped by a beaming Marie.

"How's your day been, sweetheart?" Marie asked with a friendly smile.

"It's been okay. I don't want to sound rude, but I'm in a hurry. Sorry," I told her as I started walking up the stairs.

Marie winked at me and grinned, which caused me to give her a weird look.

"I understand. Jace keeping you busy? That boy is such a cutie, don't you think?" We were almost at my room, and Marie was still following along.

To me, it was obvious there was nothing between Jace and me, but she probably read too much into things yesterday when Jace dropped me off.

"Yup, that's it. Now I really need to go. I'll see you later, Marie."

I quickly opened my door and closed it without waiting for her reply. It wasn't my intention to be rude, but my things needed to get packed quickly so that Dylan didn't notice my absence.

Most of the clothes were still in my backpack.

Too bad everything Jace had bought for me today would have to stay here, seeing as he still had it in his car.

It took me a total of four minutes to get everything ready and be on my way. I was walking down the stairs quickly, trying not to get caught, when I bumped into someone.

As soon as my body made contact with his, I knew who it was.

"Dylan, you're here," I said, giving him a forced smile.

"Well, you were taking long, so I came to help you out. Do you have all your things?" Dylan asked me while he took the backpack from my shoulders and looked at it weirdly.

"Is this all you have?" He questioned, with a frown.

"Yes."

It was in moments like those where his thoughts scared me. There was a big possibility that he would question my sudden appearance in his town and why there was only a backpack to show for my travel.

Dylan took hold of my hand, and we finished walking down the stairs.

Marie saw us and held a confused expression on her face. She quickly recovered and flashed us her usual smile. With a last wave, we walked out of the hotel.

It was surprising to see the attitude change in Dylan. He had been acting the proper part of a kidnapper before. At least now, he was being nicer and more civilised.

"What do you feel like eating?" Dylan asked me as we drove around through town. My thoughts were on the opportunity of escaping that had gone to waste.

"I'm not hungry anymore. We should just go to your house, I answered.

"Our," Dylan stated firmly.

"Huh?" I asked him.

"We should go to our house. It's your house too."

He offered me a smile before directing his gaze to the road.

Admitting that I harboured feelings for this guy—who was a complete stranger to me, that I had met just today, and was k********g me—was hard. But there was no denying that the bond was strong, despite how new it was.

I didn't want to think of how my life would be if Dylan managed to trap me here with him. If he tried to mark me, or worse, mate with me, I would be in a contradiction with myself.

My Wolf was fighting to stay with Dylan. I wanted happiness with my mate as well, but staying meant getting trapped—or found—by my former pack.

Even though Dylan drove in a controlled manner, he was still going over the speed limit. In no time, we were parked in front of his mansion.

"Can I assume that things are good between us now?" Dylan asked as we sat on one of his fancy leather couches in the living room.

"Of course," I replied, giving him a fake smile and squeezing his hand for added effect.

My wolf was enjoying what I was faking. She howled inside and made me see how good it felt to be with Dylan—as for me, the feeling wasn't mutual.

"I'm glad. I want to be able to trust you. For now, I'm keeping you all to myself. But soon we have to gather the pack so that I can introduce them to you."

I'm sure my expression showed just how shocked I felt. It was well hidden from Dylan because, as he said this, he nestled his head in my neck and started trailing small kisses all around.

If I hadn't been too worried about meeting a lot of Wolves who could discover where I came from, I would probably be enjoying the moment a lot more.

"Do we have to do that?" I asked Dylan, trying to keep my voice steady. He raised his head and turned to look at me.

"Yes, we do. I'm the Alpha of the pack, which makes you the Luna. They have to meet their female Alpha." "I understand that, but is there a way we could, you know, not do that?" Dylan was giving me a confused expression.

"Why wouldn't you want to meet them?"

I didn't have an answer that made sense. Now that there wasn't a way to escape from him—for now—I thought maybe it was better if we kept our distance.

"Dylan, I just met you today. You practically kidnapped me, and now you want me to take an Alpha position I wasn't after," I said to him with an exasperated voice.

Trying to be more dramatic, I roughly pulled my hand from his and stood up, crossing my hands and glaring at him.

"Leila, I didn't mean..." Dylan started to say.

"Save it; I don't want to hear it. You've done enough for today." With that, I stormed off to the room he said would be ours. As soon as I reached the room, I locked the door to keep him out.

At first, he ran after me, but I managed to get to the room without being stopped by him.

For the first hour that I didn't open the door, Dylan would knock softly and beg for me to open it.

"Leila, I'm not trying to pressure you. I'm sorry, just open the door, and we'll talk about this."

I remained silent, but my wolf was howling inside, trying to soothe her mate.

Dylan left but returned ten minutes later.

"Princess, just open the door. I can give you time before you meet the pack. There's no rush. Please, just open the door," Dylan pleaded.

I sat on his king-size bed with my back on the headboard, thinking about my next game plan.

I needed to get another opportunity to escape.

If my pack or Alpha Nicolas found me here, I wasn't sure what my fate would be, but I wasn't curious to find out.

Dylan waited a while before once again leaving downstairs. I heard the TV blaring through the speakers downstairs. My enhanced hearing was helpful in those moments, since I knew where exactly Dylan was at.

This time, he waited an hour before knocking at my door.

"Open the door, Leila. I'm not playing around anymore. We need to talk about this." Dylan banged on the door for a while and kept telling me to open it.

He left downstairs, muttering crse words to himself. I guess he really thought his pressure had gotten to me.

About two hours later, Dylan came back, but he was more demanding than the previous times.

"Leila! Open the fu*cking door right now before I tear it down! We are going to talk about this. I'm your mate and Alpha, and you do as I say. Get this damn door unlocked right now!" He ordered.