Mine: His Caged Princess
Chapter 16

F**k! That was so big, bigger than any werewolf that she had seen. What was he

She recalled how he slammed her bed on the ground. She shivered in fear.

‘I can’t stay here. I can’t stay with a monster. He can kill me anytime, and the last thing I want is to stay at the mercy of his d**k.’ With that, she slowly walked toward the door of the room. She tried to open it, but it was locked.

Even though she had unlocked it from the inside, she couldn’t open it.

‘Did someone lock the door from outside?’ She wondered, trying all this for the second time. She rushed toward the window, ignoring the pain in her head. She knew that the beast inside the washroom could sense what she was trying to do outside the room.

She smiled when she finally opened the window. But the room was on the first floor, and she knew if she would jump from there without her wolf, then she might end up breaking her legs. She quickly pulled all the curtains and started tieing knot them one by one quickly. Her hands were shaking in fear, scared that he would walk about any moment.

She knew that she might get caught and would have to face punishment for this act, but she couldn’t sit without trying because her freedom was worth everything. She was about to leave when the door of the washroom opened, and Wylder looked at her, raising his eyebrow while she felt like a deer caught in headlights.

“Lewis Puch said that there’s a fine line between Bravery and stupidity, which should never be crossed,” Wylder spoke and walked inside the closet to get fresh clothes for himself.

Arabella pouted and wondered if she should try to escape or not from here. The answer was a big NO because she was sure that she would get caught easily. She needed a strong plan, unlike this one. A moment later, Wylder walked out of the closet wearing blue denim shorts and a white t-shirt on top.

She tried not to admire the Greek god in front of her. He was a piece of art. She watched him using the dryer to dry his grey/silver hair mixed with black hair. She wondered why his hair was not in just one color. It looked like Grey and Black couldn’t decide, so they grew up together. His hair was short at the side while a little longer at the top.

“Take a picture; it last long.” She heard and found him smirking. He was watching her through the mirror. She was tempted to speak something but controlled her big mouth. She didn’t want to have his d**k inside it.

“Go to bed.” He wondered when he smelt her pain, but she stood at her place like a statue, ignoring his order. “I won’t mind carrying you to the bed if you can’t move, Ugly Duckling.”

She looked at him angrily, and finding did what he wanted her to do without opening her mouth. The moment she sat on the bed, she started feeling sleepy. The bed was so soft and bouncy.

Finally, her body relaxed when Wylder left the room. She stayed wide awake, ignoring the fact that her eyes were getting heavy with every second.

‘I couldn’t sleep. What if he returned and forced himself on me when I would be sleeping?’

‘What if he wouldn’t be alone?’

She shivered in fear at that thought. She didn’t realize when she ended up falling asleep.

*

“Good Morning, Alpha!!” The head chef of the pack house greeted him, to which he nodded his head. “You could have mind linked me. I would have sent coffee in your office or room wherever you wanted,” he spoke, thinking he was there for his morning coffee.

Wylder didn’t say anything and looked around to see what was going on. He could make a surprise visit to the kitchen, right?

All the omegas helping each other in the preparation of breakfast silently kept doing the work which was assigned to them.

“What’s in the breakfast today?”

“Sweet corn soup, Omelletee, boiled egg, French Scrambled Eggs, Tea, Coffee, Toast, Milk, bread, cornflakes, Two types of fresh juice, Frittata, Ricotta pancakes. That’s it for Sunday Menu.” The chef replied. He wondered whether the Alpha was here to change the menu or something.

‘I want you to do something else as well, but just for one person.’ Wylder mind linked with him when he realized that Tiara had a habit of eating everything, but nothing among them was her favorite. And he wanted to test this girl in every way possible. ‘Croissant, Ramen, Burger, and Corn, Broccoli and Jalapeno Salad.’

‘Okay, Alpha.’

‘Send all this to my book when I will ask you with a bottle of warm water.’ With that, he walked out of the kitchen.

Wylder wanted to go and check on Tiara personally, but then he wanted to keep his heart protected from her, from everyone. He knew that the moment his eyes would land on her, he would fall for her again, but she wouldn’t again.

Wasn’t that the reason he sold his agency company?

To stay away from her.

And he would.

‘What happened to your dream of becoming her Knight?’ Night asked in an accusing tone.

‘She is safe. My people have kept an eye on her and would inform me if anything goes wrong.’ Wylder responded.

‘But they’re not her knight.’

Wylder didn’t know what to answer on this. He didn’t have to explain anything to him because he knew that Night was pissed at him for letting her go just because she wanted to go. They could have claimed her and then used the mate bond to trap her with them forever.

But Wylder knew if he would have done it, then history would have repeated itself, and the way Theodore rejected her, she would have done the same because love couldn’t be forced.

For now, he had to deal with this Omega, who he named as Arabella, a name that held a special place in his heart, a name that he wanted to give to his daughter. And he would when the time would come. If He would have ended up having a son as his first pup, then he would adopt a girl just to give her this name.

Though he wished for a daughter as his heir.

He opened his laptop and worked for a while before typing a mail to update him on the incident that happened last night to the King. He knew he wouldn’t be able to read this email, so his mate would be reading this for him.

[Dear Luna Eleanor,

As we had discussed earlier about forcefully involving Omegas in trafficking. I have rescued four Omegas acting as their buyer. The detailed interrogation is still pending, which I will report to you in my next email.

Except for this, I found an omega with no name and no memories, and on the top, she wasn’t for sale either. I sensed a witch smell around her. For now, I’m not sure whether she is bait or actually a victim. But if she is actually a victim, then I feel then witches are also involved in this Omegas Trafficking.

I have attached the receipt for the amount paid for buying Omegas. Please reimburse it so that I can use the amount to rescue more Omegas.

Regards,

Wylder Adan Miller

Alpha of Black Alder Pack.]

*

He shut his laptop and yawned after sending the mail. He was thinking that he would start working in the early morning, but then, he was feeling sleepy. Throwing his head on the back of his chair, he closed his eyes.

‘Who’re you, Arabella?’