Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
She looked peaceful. There was even a smile on her lips as she slept.
Reaching out, he put a hand to her cheek, stroking back some of her brown hair. He loved the length. He’d often fantasized about it while she’d been away. Imagining it in his fist as he fucked her. Even those plump lips were meant to be wrapped around his cock.
Patience.
He needed to show so much fucking patience with his woman, and it pissed him off. Still, as he wanted to do a lot more than simply stroke her hair, he allowed himself the smallest pleasure of leaning down and brushing his lips against her forehead.
The tranquilizers would be wearing off very soon. When that happened, she would be shouting and screaming at him.
Instead of saying anything, or trying to wake her up, he stepped back, leaving her bedroom.
What the fuck could he do now?
Repeatedly running his fingers through his hair, he took the stairs down and quickly explored the house. He came to a stop in front of one of the large windows.
They called it an island, and they weren’t mistaken at all.
He was completely surrounded by vast oceans.
Nothing to be seen but water, lots of it.
The beauty before him wasn’t lost on him. He could already picture himself and Mabel running naked through the ocean, swimming all day long.
Stepping back, he decided to do something useful. He entered the kitchen and found another letter waiting on the counter.
Lucas and Mabel,
For this next year, your every need will be provided for. You will never know when a delivery is being made or how we get there. Just know you’re all taken care of. Do not fear. Enjoy your year.
Alpha
He went to the fridge and opened the door to discover exactly how full it was. He didn’t know if it was breakfast, lunch, or heading into the evening. There was no way it was close to night, so he opted for lunch. He picked out an array of vegetables, knowing exactly what he wanted to make.
Humming to himself, he kept on checking out the door to see his mate arrive. Nothing.
He didn’t know if they’d given her a much stronger tranquilizer or if she was awake, just ignoring him.
He was starving, and there was no way he intended to wait. His mother had convinced him the best way to a woman’s heart was through the stomach. That was what he was going to do. Feed her.
With the vegetables all chopped, he rummaged through the cupboards to find everything he’d need to make a delicious sauce. With his ingredients out, he got it ready to add into a wok.
Next, he went in search of a wok, which he found easily.
Glancing at the door again, he wondered if he should wait until she was actually awake. He quickly decided against it as his stomach gurgled. Now, he got to work preparing his meal.
With the already cooked noodles waiting to be added, he started to put the vegetables into the pan, giving them a quick toss. When it was ready for the noodles, he flicked them up, keeping up a constant moving action. The moment everything was combined, he drizzled over the sauce, and the smell was intoxicating.
He’d been learning to cook for a long time. A skill his mother had been teaching him. He actually enjoyed being in the kitchen and saw no harm in it.
With the sauce bubbling, he continued to move the ingredients around in the pan. Would Mabel be impressed with his skills?
An old memory of him taunting her in cooking class flooded his mind. He’d commented on her size and how she needed to learn how to cook to keep her fat ass.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” he said.
Each memory filled him with pain. It was no longer funny to him or amusing. The shit he’d pulled in high school, and now her as his mate, it was all a lesson. He knew that. The love of his life was the woman he’d bullied, and now his very sanity hung in the balance. He had to win her over. There was no other woman for him, and what was more, he didn’t want another.
Chapter Three
Jolting up in bed with a gasp, Mabel glanced around the room and winced. Gripping her neck, she groaned. Yep, drugged. She didn’t know why she’d been drugged, but as she swung her feet toward the floor, she made to stand up but felt so woozy, so she quickly sat down and decided standing was a little overrated.
She put her hand to her stomach and looked at the cabinet beside the bed. An envelope sat with her name on it, propped up against the lamp. She reached out, taking it and sliding the letter out of the envelope.
Mabel
We’re so sorry sweetheart, but we have to do it this way. It keeps the sanctity of the island. We will see you within the year. Please, give love a chance. Give Lucas a chance. This is your only hope of survival. We hope you’re able to forgive him.