Sold To The Alpha
A Lost Princess Chapter 10

Laying on the bed dressed in the t shirt and jumper that was among the clothes she had found in one of the dressers within the room, Isabella stared at the ceiling, the words of her captor bouncing around her head.

'Your father always wanted a boy, who's going to accept a female Alpha? no-one wants to be led by the weaker of our race' he had hissed from the shadows of her room whilst she had strained against the chains, trying to reach him, to tear out his voice box just to stop him verbalizing the fears she was starting to think might be true. The door creaked open to her left, Isabella didn't even bother to look over, knowing it was the hooded man bringing her some dinner.

'Good evening Isabella' The man said quietly, placing the tray down on the floor beside the door and pushing it into the area that Isabella could reach.

'Not sure what's supposed to be so good about it a*****e' Isabella retorted, keeping her eyes glued to the white paint above her head.

Chuckling to himself, the stranger replied, 'I have bought you some food, eat up, you need to keep up your strength as soon we will start training'

'What do you mean training?' Isabella asked, rolling onto her side and staring at the shadowed face incredulously.

'You didn't think I brought you here just to keep you chained in this room surely?' he asked, mildly surprised, 'I brought you here to help you reach your potential, you father might have turned his back on your training but that doesn't mean that every wolf thinks you are unworthy of your place at the head of the Silver Cross pack.

Unsure what to say, Isabella remained silent, watching intently as the hooded figure stepped out of the room again, shutting the door gently and turning the key in the lock.

Slipping off the bed, Isabella padded over to the tray, eyeing up the plate of lamb chops, mashed potato and green beans suspiciously. Her stomach growled angrily as the smell from the food intoxicated her senses. She had refused to eat anything except the odd piece of fruit since she had woken up in this room, figuring something natural would be the least likely food choice to be tampered with. Giving in, she picked up the tray and carried it over to her bed figuring that if it was poisoned, at least she would no longer be in this room. Cutting the knife through the first chop, her mouth watered as she passed it through her parted lips, groaning out loud as the flavour of the meat touched her tongue, soon all etiquette was forgotten as she demolished the meal, gulping down the glass of orange juice that accompanied the plate before placing the tray back on the floor and falling back on to the bed, moaning slightly as the food hit her shrunken stomach causing a slight ache to form.

Rolling off the bed, Isabella dropped lightly to the floor, hoping that some exercise would help the digestion of her food, straightening her body and placing her hands either side of her, she pushed up her weight as she began to count to the straightening of her arms. After reaching one hundred she flopped onto the floor, cursing Merrick under her breath, 'Even when i'm miles away from you, hidden from the world, you are still making me do these blasted push ups!' she moaned to herself.

Jumping to her feet, she began to shadow box, moving her feet as she sparred against an imaginary enemy, ducking and jabbing as her breath began to labor. An hour passed before she finally gave up, walking over to a tall pitcher of water and pouring some into the ceramic bowl next to it, stripping off her top as she proceeded to wash the sweat from her body, drying herself off with a towel before grabbing a clean shirt from the drawers and laying down on the bed, grabbing the book beside her bed that the stranger had brought her to while away her time.

Flicking through the pages, she found her place and began to read, continuing the story of a forsaken girl who was cast from her family but rose from the ashes, slaying her enemies and forcing those who had betrayed her to kneel at her feet. Isabella didn't want to admit it too her captor but she was enjoying the book, liking the fact a woman dealt with her own mistreatment rather than the endless stories of a strong man appearing to save the damsel in distress.

The opening of the door drew her from the pages, glancing over, she watched the hooded figure enter the room, nodding slightly at the empty tray before leaning down and picking it up. 'You enjoyed your meal then?' he asked lightly. 'It was alright, can't say you'd ever rival Mrs Sharp but so far I haven't died of food poisoning' Isabella retorted.

Chortling at her words, the hooded figure bowed his head, 'Praise indeed from the princess' he replied easily a small grin playing around his lips, 'You should get some sleep Isabella, tomorrow we train, so you'll want to get plenty of rest'.

Nodding despite herself, Isabella pulled the blanket over her body, cuddling down into the soft mattress as the stranger turned off the light and exited the room. Staring up at the glass doors across from her bed, Isabella gazed at the moon, her mind wandering to her family, wondering what they were doing, were they looking for her or was the stranger right, was she just an inconvenience that was no longer needed now that her brother was of an age to be trained as Alpha. As her brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes began to flutter, slowly closing as fatigue overtook her.

Waking in the morning, the sunlight inched across her face as she held her hand up to shield her eyes from the rays that were trying to burn through her irises. Raising slowly from the bed, Isabella washed her hands and face before changing into a clean top from one of the drawers, stretching her muscles as she stood in the middle of the room.

As the door opened in front of her, she made no move to try and attack, staying still as the hooded figure entered with a tray balanced on his right palm containing a bowl of cereal, some toast and a glass of milk. Placing it on the floor between them, he pushed it toward her before shutting the door and taking a seat in a chair that was situated in the far corner waiting for her too eat.

Surprised as he had never stayed to eat with her before, Isabella picked up the tray, carrying it over to the bed and sitting down crossed legged as she picked up the bowl and started to shovel the contents into her mouth hungrily, her eyes riveted on the man in front of her, studying the black jeans he wore that hugged his muscular thighs tightly, the tight t shirt that showed a taste of the six pack that he had hidden underneath. Her eyes trailing his body, she studied his hands that showed signs of aging and nails that gave away a life of hard work. Moving her eyes up to his hidden face, Isabella halted, the spoon in her lips before slowly placing it back in the bowl.

'Why do you hide your face?' she asked curiously.

The stranger hesitated a moment before replying, 'because I am unimportant Isabella, this is not about me, it never was'.

'but' Isabella started before she was cut off by her captors harsh tone.

'Leave it Isabella, I keep my face hidden because that is what I want too do' he snarled causing the teen to inch back slightly on the bed, away from him.

Seeing her flinch, the stranger sighed heavily, 'eat your breakfast, you are going to need all the strength you can get today' he muttered before rising suddenly from the chair and sweeping from the room, slamming it behind him with a bang.

Lifting the bowl again, Isabella finished the cereal before turning her attention to the toast, devouring it ravenously and chugging down the milk and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Placing the tray back on the floor as close to the door as she could reach, she returned to her place on the bed and waited patiently for the stranger to return.

Soon enough the door opened again, the stranger took the tray, placing it outside the room before re-entering again holding a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a syringe in the other. 'I'm going to place these handcuffs on you and then unlock your foot now, if you try anything at all, i'll inject you with this wolfsbane which will knock you out and we'll try again another day' he warned as he made his way toward her carefully.

Thinking for a moment, Isabella straightened her back and held out her hands toward him so that he could place the cuffs around her wrists, wincing as the silver burned against her flesh but not complaining. Once her hands were secure, he unlocked the large padlock holding her leg cuff closed and dropped it to the floor with a clatter before straightening up and clasping the chain between the her wrists. If he felt pain from the contact with the silver, the stranger didn't show it, pulling her along behind him as they made their way to a room down the corridor. Pushing the door open, he stepped back to allow her to enter, stumbling in she looked round the ornate bathroom surprised as she'd been having to use a chamber pot that he had provided since her capture. 'Do what you need to do and then we will go downstairs and start your training' he said gruffly, 'Don't bother to try to escape, there a silver bars on the inside and outside of the window and there is no lock on this door. I will be waiting right outside, don't forget i still have this syringe, do not make me use it please, I really would like to start training you today' he added simply.

Stepping inside, Isabella shut the door behind her, using the facilities as best she could with the hand cuffs restricting her before washing her hands and stepping outside again. Nodding approvingly, the stranger grasped the hand cuffs again, leading her down the stairs and along the hallway where he opened a small door that led down into blackness. Reaching above his head, the hooded figure flicked a switch, illuminating the staircase before pushing Isabella down the stairs in front of him, holding tightly to her shoulder, his nails digging into her flesh through the fabric.

Reaching the bottom, Isabella gazed around in amazement, her breath catching at the equipment in front of her, turning her head to gaze into the shadows of her captors face she muttered, 'Is this all for me?'