Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 40

==Matteo==

Of course, I was right. She'd seen me have s*x. But why was she acting so furious? Like I'd cheated on her or something? Women. Women and their drama.

Olivia had insulted me. She'd spat obscenities on me and I stood there like a moron, watching her yell her insides out. I stood there like a weakling. At one point, I wanted to shut her up with a kiss. I'd had this feeling, I still had this feeling that she was jealous. I mean, what else would have made her jerk off while moaning my name? I shook my head. Enough with that. Enough with all the s*x talks, something more important was at had.

Pete's death. Clearly, his death wasn't natural. I didn't believe it was suicide either. Or was it? Pete could have been stricken with guilt and had resorted to ending his life. Was it that simple? There were other ways he'd have done that. Why choose a chimney? It was ridiculous. What was even more curious was the fact that the kind of chimneys that were in Fridgeton were the closed type. And the lid over them weighed kilos. So, that meant that Pete, as tiny as he was, made it all the way to the roof of the two-storeyed building, succeeded in taking off the kid and slipped inside. All that time wasted, when he could have easily run into a train, jumped into a lake(I heard there a lot of those in Fridgeton). Yet, he had chosen a more daunting method of dying.

I didn't know why I was sounding this way. Making light of a person's death. But then, I didn't know what to think anymore. Pete was dead, and that was bad. No matter how I saw him, he was still Olivia's dad.

Once again, why do I care so much? I groaned. I was losing my f*****g mind. I turned the other way and began making it downstairs. I needed to get off. I had to clear my head. Seriously.

I grabbed the kegs from the case, swung the door open and went for one of the SUV's.

A guard approached, but I waved him off. I wanted to be alone. Away from the mansion, away from my prisoner that had filled my every thought, away from myself.

==Matteo==

I pulled up by the side of rugged road. On both sides, were groves. I opened the door and got down, my hands in my hoodie pockets.

I looked around. Spring had really set in. The last time I was here, most trees still looked skeletonised. That was around early April...March, maybe. Sounds of birds chirping filled the air. My eyes shut closed as I let myself absorb the serenity. I never got this much comfort from the mansion, and each time I sought Nature's comfort, she had her arms spread wide. Calling me for a deep bear hug.

I locked up the car, put the keys in my pockets and set out to the woods. I meandered through the thick woods for about 5 minutes, before finally settling down. I sat in a boulder, gathered some stones which laid around and one by one I began tossing them into the pond in front. I liked the sound they made on impact. Plop.

A smirk appeared on my face. No, it wasn't caused my the sound the stones made, or the fresh cool breeze that swept across my face. Instead, thoughts about Olivia brought the grin.

I still hadn't gotten over the fact that she had jerked off. My name on her lips. Her moans, slow in tempo, like a pornstar's. She seriously moaned my name. Like I had f****d her hard. As if I'd slammed her on the wall, with gargantuan member cutting through her tight p***y.

Cocky much, dude. Did I affect her that much? It was hard to believe, given the things I'd put her through. She'd been captured and made to stay in my mansion against her will. That alone, if anything, was supposed to make her hate me. Loathe me. Instead, she had me in her fantasies.

There was no more stones on my palm so I leaned on the bark of a tree, my fingers interlocked.

I'd said she was plain, but that wasn't the case. I winced as the image of her perky breasts flashed before my eyes. F**k. I didn't want to think about s*x. I just didn't want to go there, however, it appeared...it seemed like she'd got me wrapped around her finger. I groaned, running my hand across my hair. I couldn't deny feeling something the first time, or the times we shared a kiss. To be honest, Olivia was..quite skillful in that aspect. She knew how to keep you invested in a kiss. With the way she curled her arms around my neck, her breathing shallow. She mightn't know it, but that turned me on.

I sighed and shut my eyes. Gritting my teeth too. I had to convince myself that Olivia wasn't my type. One, she was my freaking prisoner. Not at all my class. Two, she was a human. There absolutely was no way we could hit it off. We were worlds apart. Literally. Third... What was the third reason? Was there?

But then, learning about Pete's death had done something to me. It was like guilt. A heap of guilt was dropped on me. I couldn't understand why.

You sure do, dude. My subconscious told me. The answer was as simple as: I'd taken his daughter away from him, leading him to commit suicide. It was as simple as: I had killed him. The same way I'd done ti so many others, my own parents inclusive.

I laughed. It was one bereft of mirth, full of pain. I was and had always been this. A monster in human form. I was a freaking monster, but one thing I was sure. And this is something I should have admitted long ago

This monster was going to make ample use of his time, till, whatever the hell was going to happen would happen.

***

The name that kept ringing in my head as I made it to my car was: Durrell's. The high class boutique at Eastern Brookehürt. Here in the west, there weren't such luxury shops.

This region was rural, bucolic, more or less. Even at that, I cherished it. It gave me the peace I craved.

Inserting the key in the ignition, the car came to life. I drove off and arrived about an hour later. No traffic. That just showed how far Brookehürt stretched.

The sign-Durrell's sparkled from the very many studs sprinkled on it. I pulled up beside the main entrance and stepped. The air smelled of the city's buzz. I got inside and was immediately taken by how princely the place looked. The walls coated in gold, the ceiling with an architectural design similar to that The Basilica. Light fixtures were hung almost in ever corner, taking this whole place from fancy to classy. It kinda looked like a museum, as there was quite enough space. Empty spaces. All the better, though. A lady walked up to me. Judging from her matronly appearance, I was forced ti assume she was the manager.

"Good day, sir. Nice having you here."

"I'd like some really nice gowns."

She nodded, smiling. "I'm sure we've got what you'd like."

I followed her as she walked to a section in the room. Dresses-gowns were careful hung on racks.

"Do you have anything specific in mind," she asked.

With my eyes still fixed on the clothes, I said, "I don't know...something suitable for someone 21."

"Okay. Well, would you like me to help you make a selection"

?I looked at her, then returned my attention to the clothes.

"Yes."

She smiled. "Right this way."

She began scanning through the clothes and in not time, came back some items. I didn't bother to scrutinise them; I trusted her judgement.

I made my payment and headed outside. I walked straight to my car, dumbed the items at the backseat and then took my position at the diver's side. A voice in my head asked: who's those for? Why did you get them? The answers to those...left my tongue-tied.