Alpha Loren novel Chapter 186

I next woke on a slightly damp, hard floor to the sound of a loud engine. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting from the bright sun, to see a pair of smart shoed feet. I then looked up higher to see Andrea, still wearing the same suit, and sat controlling the motor of the boat.

He glanced down for a split second before taking his eyes back to the river as if he hadn't noticed me.

I pulled my self into a tight ball and stared passively at the floor of the boat. My head throbbed and ached with a dull undetermined sense as my situation tried to sink in. It didn't feel real, how could it?

About an hour later, the boat came to a stop. I didn't move a muscle but Andrea took my already bruised wrist and hauled me onto a jetty.

"Welcome home," he announced as I looked up to see the huge mansion in front of us.

I remained silent as I was lead up a set of stairs to the front door where another suited man awaited us with a huge rifle slung across his chest.

"Buenas tardes, Señor," he said to Andrea with a nod.

"Chico, this is my new prized possession. Leonardo Loren's Luna," Andrea said pushing me forward and presenting me. 

He looked across to me expressionlessly and scanned my face. He eventually nodded to me too but said nothing.

"You're in charge of making sure she doesn't get out of this house without my permission," Andrea said placing his grabbing my arms and shoving me into the house. "Don't fail me," he added in a darker tone.

Andrea pushed me into the large foyer with a grand staircase and huge tall doors. It was dead quiet and our footsteps echoed around the room.

"This is the first house I ever bought," he said. "My house in Mexico is nice and lavish and comfortable but this? This is home to me. Perfectly placed in the middle of nowhere, where no one can ever find us."

He shot me a grin and winked.

"It's nice," I said quietly.

"Come. I will give you a tour," he said taking my hand.

He then showed me every room in the house. It was big and beautiful but at the same time, I hated it. Every mosaiced floor, every water-colour wall, every huge plump bed, every swanky bathroom. Even the pool, blue and refreshing, shook me.

"And this is the master bedroom," he said opening the door to the final room.

It was vast. The bed was the biggest yet, the balcony stretched out so far it could have space for its own pool and the closet was by right another room.

"What do you think of the view?" he asked wrapping his arms around me as I looked over the balcony into the array of jungle that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"It's refreshing," I replied quietly. 

The wild, untamed nature of the jungle also reminded me of all the freedom I didn't have but I wasn't going to bring that up now.

"Good," he stated. "Now, I have a few questions before I put you to good use."

He then placed a hand on my back and ushered me to a chair.

"Firstly, is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asked. 

"No," I replied after a short pause. 

I looked out at the setting sun over the horizon. Andrea's tall silhouette blocked most of the rays that streaked like golden ribbons but some seeped past him into the room, lighting it up in an amber illumination.

"100% sure?" Andrea's deep voice asked snapping me back to reality.

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth.

His face curled into an amused smile.

"An entire week with your Alpha but he hasn't been inside you, huh?" he jeered. "Why's that, Blanca?"

"You already know," I said refusing to look him in my eye. "He killed my brother."

"So you're punishing him by depriving him from what's rightfully his? I'm surprised Leonardo Loren stands for that," he mused.

"He's a good man. He knows that he doesn't have the right to anything," I snapped maybe with a little too much spite.

"Not anymore anyway," Andrea replied crouching down in front of me. "You're mine now. And if I want it, I will get it, understand?"

He cupped my face in my hand. I had little choice but to nod and internally damn him to the fiery pits of hell.

"Next question, how good is your cooking?" he asked standing up again and folding his arms.

"Mediocre."

"It better be more than mediocre because I have some associates coming for dinner tonight and you're going to cook for us," he replied. "And then tomorrow I have another job for you."

"What is it?"

"You're going to help me kill someone," he stated. "I've been trying to kill for the past year but tomorrow night there is a party and he will be there."

I opened my mouth to speak but found myself too overwhelmed.