Page 17 of Her Arranged Alpha
The door opened, and Jillian stood in the doorway. She was wearing a pair of shorts that were only a few inches long. She wore a tank top that was cropped, revealing her stomach. She was showing a lot of skin, and my wolf growled at the sight of her.
Her hair was a mess as she rubbed at her eyes. She moved, stretching, and the tank top hiked up a little more. I stared at her smooth skin, feeling a shiver roll down my entire spine.
I broke my gaze looking at her plate. I nodded towards it. "Food."
She looked down and then to the left, where the stairs were.
I frowned, thinking of last night and how I had let my guard down for a split second. "Let's not have a repeat of last night."
This was day three of keeping her locked up. She'd tried running several times. The first morning, she took off, and I caught her at the door. The second day, she was good, but she took off when she thought I wasn't looking. I wasn't taking any chances.
"May I pee?" she asked, knowing fully well she was being a smartass.
I pulled myself up. "You know where the bathroom is."
"You gonna watch me like a perv?"
I scowled at her. "I haven't done that."
She turned on her heels and walked towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She had nowhere to go because the window in there was locked, and even if she wanted to get out, she had nothing she could use to help her.
She came out of the bathroom after a few minutes and came back towards me. She grabbed her plate and turned towards her room.
"Don't want to chat?" I asked just as the door slammed shut.
I rolled my eyes and rubbed my forehead. This was giving me a headache. I wanted to put distance between us, but that wasn't happening, and the more time I spent with her, the more I felt that pull to be near her.
I pulled my phone out, trying to find a distraction. I glanced over my emails, not seeing anything that needed my attention, so I opened my group chat with the guys. It was basically a group chat of photos at this point. The guys were sending pictures of their kids and wives. A year ago, it was just messages we used to keep in touch. We would ask when the next meeting we would be having, or a quick question about something regarding the pack.
I stared at the last couple of messages, which were all asking how things were going with Jillian. I hadn't responded, not sure what I wanted to say. Things would have been better, but they certainly could have been worse. She could have gotten away.
I thought about finding her room empty. I panicked and hurried to the door, looking down. I watched the sheets flutter in the wind. "Fuck!"
I hauled ass downstairs, grabbing my jacket and pulling it on. I threw on shoes and hurried out the door. I wasn't even sure I locked it behind me.
I couldn't help but smirk at it now. Jillian was smart and calculated. She had waited and been patient, which told me she would try doing something again. She wasn't going to just give up, and I needed to be prepared for whatever she threw at me.
I rolled my shoulders and pulled myself up. I walked to the door and locked it once more. I headed down the stairs into the kitchen, needing something to do besides watch the door.
I cleaned up the kitchen and made a few phone calls. I was sitting on the couch, just getting off a call with my beta, when my phone rang. It was Frank.
I looked up the stairs, wondering if she had finally told him. I answered the phone, pulling myself up. "Yes?"
"I'm just calling to see how things are going." Frank sounded normal, not like he was angry, which confused me.
"Things are fine." I started up the stairs. "Why are you asking?"
"Because Jillian was a member of my pack for years and best friends with my wife. I was going to call last night since you didn't respond to any of us when we asked you previously, but I forgot."
I stopped in front of the door and ran a hand through my face. "She's fine. We're fine."
"That was really convincing."
I sighed, figuring I should tell him. He was likely going to find out anyway. "I have Jillian locked in her room."
"Like an animal!" Jillian yelled through the door.
I couldn't suppress the smirk. Smartass.
