Her possessive alpha novel Chapter 17

　　The abduction

　　“Who could it be?” She wondered. She hadn’t heard the open nor close, and when she glanced at the open window behind her through the mirror, she realized that whoever was here had a motive that was supposed to stay hidden from the public.

　　“Who are you? Show yourself,” she commanded.

　　Her voice was shaky and she began to sweat through her palms, every bit of the terrified feeling she had clearly written on her face. She reached for her wooden hairbrush on the table, not a very fine weapon but that was all she had to work with for now. She would not let whoever had come here have their way with her.

　　She was still facing the mirror, probably scared that any subtle movement from her would bring the intruder to spring on her faster. Just then, she saw it through the mirror, two masked male forms crawling out from under her bed, each from either side. She couldn’t make out a face as both men were dressed in black and covered in masks, and even though disguised, she could make out that body anywhere. How could she forget that body? That body that took her for the first time on the cold forest ground, that mouth that whispered things into her ear that drove her crazy, that scent that cleared all form of reasoning in her. But what was he doing here? Why was he wearing a disguise? And who was the other person? The questions flooded her mind.

　　As she was still seated, he approached her from behind, she looked at him through the mirror, and tightened her grip on her hairbrush.

　　‘What are you doing?’ Layla asked her. As if to say, how does a woman expect overpower two men with just a hairbrush as a weapon?

　　She didn’t know the answer to that question, but she sure was going to try.

　　She attacked immediately, turning around in an attempt to use the hairbrush to hit the man standing behind her. He caught her hand holding the brush just in time, and he did it effortlessly, like he was catching a fly. She looked into his blue eyes, and even from the mask he put on, she felt the wave of the burning desire she had for him a few nights ago wash over her like a wave on the sea shore. How could she be feeling like this at a time like this? She hated herself for it but couldn’t help it. Her senses came back and she tried to shake free from his grasp, but it was futile. She began to kick, but the other man ran behind her and held her in place, over powering her. As she was about to scream, he covered her mouth in his hand, quickly bringing out a wet handkerchief from his pocket and trapping her nose in it, replacing his hand. It was unexpected and she inhaled the fragrance before she was even aware of what was happening. She began to blink and then it looked like she was seeing double images, the handkerchief still covered her nose and mouth, trapped in another man’s grip and the world spinning around her. She heard his voice one last time in her head before she lost consciousness.

　　“Sleep well, precious.”

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　　Ava woke up in a room, a bright beautiful room that was exquisitely furnished with a king size bed with large pillows, tables and couches. She got up from the bed and looked around the room, it was a room fit for a princess, with a walk-in closet filled with clothes and shoes her size, and as much jewelry and accessories she could think of. This was way better looking than any room she had ever stayed in and she wondered who this room belonged to.