Sold To The Alpha
A Lost Princess Chapter 15

Waking up, Isabella let out a sharp gasp of pain as she tried to roll onto her side. Opening her eyes she realised she was on her bed, a blanket pulled over her, still in the clothes she had worn to the training room yesterday.

As the memories of the day's training came back to her a sob escaped her lips as Rowan's cruel words engulfed her, squeezing her heart painfully pulling the air from her lungs as she hung over the side of the bed gasping for air. A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her spiral, 'Yes?' she called out weakly, surprised that someone was knocking, usually the man she now knew as 'G' would just unlock the door and enter unannounced.

The soft click of the lock broke the silence before the door was pushed open and 'G' entered the room carrying a tray loaded with pancakes, bacon and a tall glass of orange juice. Placing it on the floor, he pushed it within her reach before stepping back again, waiting for her to rise from the bed and pick it up.

Wincing as she lifted herself from the bed, she carefully moved her fingers on her injured arm and was pleased to see that her break had started to heal whilst she had slept.

Walking over to the tray, she tried to lift it one handed but the contents started to slide sideways and she dropped it back to the floor quickly as 'G' rushed forward to catch it at the same time, crouching down next to her as she made to sit on the floor defeated. Lifting the tray, 'G' stood up as he grumbled, 'where do you want it?'

Surprised, Isabella nodded to the bed with her head as she supported her damaged arm in her other hand.

Hesitating for a moment, 'G' strode over to the bed, placing the tray carefully onto the blanket, watching out of the corner of his eye as Isabella walked to the other side of the bed and sat down, drawing the tray toward her before picking up her fork and clumsily trying to cut the pancakes one handed.

Watching her struggle for a few minutes, 'G' sighed and sat down on the bed, pulling the fork from her hand and lifting the knife, cutting the food into manageable bites while she watched him silently.

Handing the fork back, he sat back as Isabella speared a piece of pancake onto the prongs and placed it in her mouth, groaning in satisfaction as the food slid down her throat into her empty stomach. Looking up she arched her eyebrow, 'Do you make all these meals?' she asked

Nodding slightly, 'G' replied, 'I was taught to cook from a young age by my mum, it was just me and her, my dad got killed when I was a kid' he said quietly.

Shocked, Isabella swallowed her mouthful quickly, 'I'm so sorry' she muttered sincerely, 'was it Rogue's?' she asked hesitantly.

Lifting his head slightly, 'G' replied, 'No, it was our leaders, my father did something that didn't please them so they took his life.

Trying to absorb what her captor was saying, Isabella focused on one part at a time, 'You are part of a pack?' she asked.

Laughing bitterly, 'G' replied, 'I was, but then I was kicked out, I tried to protect what was mine and it didn't go down so well, so now i'm alone, a Rogue' he spat angrily.

'And your father?' she asked tentatively, 'why was he killed?'

Growling in a low tone, 'G' shook his head, aggressively, 'It's not something I want to talk about' he muttered defensively.

Looking at the stranger, Isabella's eyes widened as the light from the doorway suddenly threw his face into sharp relief. Under the hood was the face of a man in his late fifties, his hair showed signs of greying around the edges and his dark brown eyes pierced through the shadows across his face. A prominent scar ran down his left cheek which looked to have been caused by a silver knife.

Reaching out instinctively, Isabella halted as 'G' pulled back quickly, throwing his face back into shadow. 'What happened to your face?' she asked.

Shrugging his shoulders, 'G' replied, 'I had a run in with a group of Rogue's who liked to adorn themselves with silver weapons, this was a present from one of them before I killed them' he replied nonchalantly before grabbing the empty tray and getting up from the bed, marching over to the door and disappearing out of it without a backwards glance.

Staring at the closed door, Isabella was surprised to feel pity for the man who was holding her captive, she had no idea why she was here but she had a feeling that he was not looking to hurt her.

Mooching around the room, Isabella was bored, making her mind up to ask for some sort of entertainment she sat cross legged on the bed impatiently waiting for 'G' to return.

Ready this time for the soft knock, she called out 'come in' moving back on the bed as the door unlocked and 'G' stepped into the room, his hood still shadowing his face as he pushed the door shut behind him with the heel of his shoe before walking over to the bed and placing the tray down between them.

Sitting himself down on the opposite side, 'G' grabbed the knife and fork and silently cut up the food, placing the cutlery back on the tray when he was done.

Grabbing the fork, Isabella shoveled a forkful of mashed potato into her mouth, swallowing it quickly as she smiled toward the hooded man, 'It's good, your mum must have been a good cook' she said conversationally. Getting no answer she sighed, staring at the shadowed face, 'look you leave me in this room all alone with only a single book to read, that for your information, I have now read four times cover to cover, the least you can do is give me a bit of chit chat while I eat!

Feeling his eyes glaring at her for a moment she relaxed as he muttered, 'fine, yes my mother was a good cook, she cooked for the leaders of our pack'.

Nodding encouragingly, Isabella swallowed another mouthful before asking, 'What is you favourite thing to make?'

Seeing the small smile tweak at the corner of his lips, she felt her own mouth turn upwards, 'i love making cheesecake' he admitted embarrassed, 'It was my mum's all time favourite dessert, she would always make one for the leaders on her birthday and sneak home two slices, one for me and one for her. She would have to wrap them in foil and hide them in her coat, they got squashed, but they still tasted amazing!' he said wistfully. 'What about on your birthday?' Isabella prompted

Chuckling 'G' replied, 'Oh she would always make the leaders my favourite dessert, apple pie with custard. It was the only two days of the year that we would have a dessert, the only two days she'd risk stealing from the pack' he added sullenly, anger flickering across his face.

'You're angry?' asked Isabella sadly.

'Not with her' he replied, 'with them, for keeping us all in poverty whilst they lived the life of luxury' he said bitterly.

Hesitantly, Isabella reached out her hand, laying it on 'G's own, he started at the unexpected contact but didn't move his hand away.

'Why do you still wear that hood?' she asked, 'it's not like I haven't seen your face, lets be honest about it'

Staring at her through the gloom surrounding his features, 'G' slowly lifted his free hand and pushed the hood back from his face. His Dark brown hair was roughly shaven as if he did it himself and the slight grey framed his face giving him a slightly weathered look. His dark brown eyes held a pain that Isabella couldn't understand and the scar down his cheek was much more prominent now that the light could reach it.

'Keep the hood off from now on will you?' she asked quietly.

Nodding slowly, 'G' replied, 'ok, if you want me too'.

Returning to her meal, Isabella murmured, 'good, it makes you less scary, and I really don't need that in my life right now.'

Laughing softly 'G' muttered, 'yeah I can understand that, but I hope you know that i'm not a threat to you!

Raising her eyes to his, Isabella hitched her eyebrow at him, 'yet you threaten my brother if I don't do as you say' she replied loftily.

'Hey I said I was no threat to you not that I was no threat to anyone else, I need you Bella, you are the only one who can help me with my mission so I need to keep you focused. I don't want to force your hand but I will do whatever is necessary to keep you here with me, including bringing about the slow and very painful death of anyone who turns up and tries to take you from me!

The colour drained from her face as her hand hovered in front of her, the forkful of peas forgotten as she studied his face and saw the seriousness there, swallowing hard Isabella knew that if anyone tried to come for her, they wouldn't be leaving again whilst 'G' still lived.

Gently taking the fork from her hand and placing it back on the near empty plate, 'G' handed her the glass of milk, urging her to drink it before taking it back and standing up, lifting the tray in his hands and walking toward the door. As he left he called over his shoulder, 'I'll see if I can get you some more books to read and maybe a tv?'

Stuttering her thanks, Isabella sat unmoving as the lock clicked, imprisoning her back in the room and she was again left alone with her thoughts that were much more troubled now than before her lunch had arrived..