Sold To The Alpha
A Lost Princess Chapter 17

Flicking through the five DVD's that 'G' had given to her, Isabella sighed as she placed them back on the table next to her bed, having already watched them all multiple times. There was no TV reception where ever they were but she appreciated the meagre bit of entertainment 'G' had provided.

Standing up, she made her way across the room to the balcony doors, opening them wide and breathing in the cool breeze that wafted in from outside, enjoying the scent of the nearby woodlands, wishing she could shift and run around outside. Her wolf had not spoken since her capture, she knew that she was being suppressed somehow, leaving her feeling incomplete.

'Enjoying the view?' Isabella jumped, the chain around her ankle clashing against the flooring as she spun on the spot to see 'G' leaning on the open door frame smiling at her.

'Goddess! You scared the crap out of me' she growled, 'can't you clear your throat or something when you enter?'

Laughing, 'G' walked in, shutting the door behind him, 'I knocked Bella' he replied calmly, settling himself onto the edge of the bed, watching as Isabella pulled the doors closed again and made her way to the opposite side of the room, planting herself on the blankets across from him, crossing her legs underneath her whilst scowling at the chain that followed her around the room.

'So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this afternoon oh captor of mine?' Isabella asked, watching 'G's face appraisingly.

Shrugging his shoulders, 'G' allowed his eyes to wander the room, 'I thought you might like some company, you keep saying you are bored' he said simply, not meeting her gaze.

Staring at the man in front of her, Isabella was struggling to get a read on him, he had stolen her from her family, there was no getting away from that, but he was nothing like how she would expect a kidnapper to be. He fed her well, gave her things to entertain herself, he always knocked on the door before entering her room. There was never any abuse, even her training, though brutal at times, seemed to be geared toward improving her rather than hurting her for the sake of it. Shaking her head, Isabella glared at 'G' until he reluctantly met her gaze.

'Why am I here?' she asked bluntly, 'What do you want with me?'

Holding her gaze, 'G' shrugged noncommittedly, 'I told you already, I need your help, you are the only one who can do it.' he replied.

'Yeah, that's a total bull s**t answer and you know it' Isabella fired back angrily, you have a reason and you are not telling me what it is'.

Rubbing his temples, 'G' closed his eyes slightly before meeting Isabella's gaze again, 'I need your help to get my wife' he said finally, 'She was taken from me, she's in danger and you are the only person who can get to her.

Shocked Isabella stared at the weathered face of the man in front of her, 'Who took her?' she asked quietly.

Shaking his head, 'G' replied, 'it doesn't matter who has her, only that they do.' he said before standing up and walking round to undo her ankle restraint and holding out his hand to help her from the bed.

Standing wordlessly, Isabella followed as he led the way out of the room and down the hallway toward the bathroom, opening the door, he gestured for her to enter. Stepping inside she saw a clean towel hanging from the towel rail, shampoo and body wash on the side of the bath.

'I thought you might like a proper wash' 'G' said self consciously rubbing the back of his neck.

Smiling, Isabella picked up the shampoo, unscrewing the top and sniffing the strawberry fragrance happily, 'I would love a bath' she replied turning to face him, 'It's not quite the same having a scrub in a bowl of water' she added as 'G' gave an embarrassed laugh. Stepping back, he walked back to her room, as she watched him, returning a few minutes later with some clean clothes which he handed to her silently before pulling the door closed behind him.

Stepping toward the door, Isabella pushed across the metal bolt on the back of the door across and into its housing in the door frame before placing the plug in the bottom of the bath and starting the taps running, holding her hand under the faucet as the warm water cascaded over her fingers.

Looking around the bathroom, she found a comb in one of the drawers in the vanity, washing it in the sink, she carefully pulled it through her hair removing all the knots and tangles before placing it on the side of the bath and removing her clothes. Dipping her toes into the water, she smiled as the warmth enveloped her skin before stepping in and sinking down into the tub, groaning out loud as the heat covered her body, relaxing her muscles.

Turning the taps off, she lay backwards in the water, enjoying the feeling of clean water against her skin. After a few minutes she tipped her head backwards, Isabella dipped her hair under the water, swirling it side to side before sitting up and grabbing the shampoo, pouring a generous amount into her hand and slowly massaging it into her head.

Once her hair was a sea of foam, she grabbed the comb from the side and pulled it through her hair, making sure every strand was cleansed of the grime she had picked up whilst staying at the captor's house.

Once she was sure every hair was clean, she picked up the shower attachment that rest on a cradle above the taps, pressing the button on top to cause the water to flow from the shower head.

Allowing the water to course over her head and down her back, she couldn't help but grin to herself, running her hands through her hair she washed out the suds before dropping the shower into the bath, cutting off the water and picking up the body wash, smothering herself in the fragrant liquid and rubbing it all over herself, lifting each leg above the water line as she cleaned her entire body, trying to make the most of every second she had.

Finally she washed the soap from her body, pulling the plug out of the bath and sitting with her knees to her chest as the water flowed down the drain before starting the shower head again and rinsing her skin and the surrounding bath and stepping out onto the cheap blue bathmat that was placed next to the bath.

Grabbing the towel, Isabella dried herself vigorously, desperate to get into her clean clothes as the air was chilled after the warmth of the bath water.

Once she had pulled on the leggings and t'shirt that 'G' had handed to her, she rubbed her hair with the towel and hung it back onto the rail before gathering up her dirty clothes and unlocking the door.

'G' was sat on the floor across from the bathroom door leaning against the wall waiting for her, 'Do you feel better?' he asked apprehensively, nodding her head Isabella smiled widely, 'Much, you have no idea how much I have missed running water' she replied. Leading the way back to her room, Isabella opened the door, placing her dirty clothes on the pile that was growing on the table in the corner before seating herself on the bed and holding out her leg for the shackle. Placing the bar around her ankle, 'G' smiled at her as he clicked the lock into place, 'I'll take your clothes and get them washed for you' he muttered as he turned and picked the pile up, making his way toward the door.

'Thank you G' Isabella called out to his retreating back.

Halting for a moment, 'G' didn't turn round to face her again as he replied in a soft voice, 'You are welcome Bella', as he pulled the door closed behind him.

Laying back on the bed, Isabella's mind wandered to 'G's words, someone, somewhere, was a stranger holding his wife who may not be getting the same treatment that she was getting. Her heart hurt a little for her captor as she remembered the look on his face, one of loss and anger as he spoke about the woman he loved.

Grabbing one of the few books he had given to her, she sprawled across the bed flicking through the pages until she found her place and began to read, losing herself in the story until her attention was broken by the quiet tap on the door. Sitting up she called out, 'Come in' and watched as the door swung open to reveal Rowan.

'What do you want?' she asked with a slight hostility trying to see around him for 'G' whom she expected to see.

'G is downstairs' Rowan replied, answering her unasked question, 'he's making you some dinner, from the smell of it i'm guessing it's some sort of fish' he added wrinkling his nose.

'You didn't answer my question, what do you want?' Isabella repeated haughtily, her guard up as she watched Rowan shut the door and take a seat in the corner of the room. Meeting her gaze, Rowan seemed unconcerned by her obvious anger, his shoulders relaxed as he leaned back against the wall, studying her face.

'I came to ask you a question' he said finally, his eyes not leaving hers.

'What question?' Isabella asked warily.

'I want to know why you think your father trained you so poorly' Rowan replied easily as if he was asking about the weather.

'I don't think my father trained me poorly' Isabella argued, though her tone gave away a slight tremor that was not missed by the muscular warrior in front of her.

'So you are saying that your father trained you to the best of his abilities? You are as well trained as every warrior in your father pack?' he asked casually.

Isabella didn't answer, not wanting to say yes or no as both answers had implications.

Rowan smiled as if reading her mind, 'You can't say yes because that would mean I could beat any of the warriors in your pack and you can't say no as that would confirm my suspicions that you were indeed given short thrift in the training department.' he said, his eye contact never wavering.

'I don't think you could beat all of our warriors in a fight, maybe some, you have skills, I won't deny that but I know quite a few warriors in Silver Cross who are better' she finally answered with honesty.

Nodding his head with a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, Rowan chuckled, 'Very diplomatic Bella, the answer of a peace keeping Alpha, Smooth the ruffled feathers of your foe but still give a taste of the danger your pack can pose! he approved, 'but now you are avoiding my question, do you think you were trained to the best of your fathers ability?' he asked again.

Dropping her gaze Isabella shook her head slightly to the left then the right, her eyes suddenly becoming moist as she thought about her training here compared to her training at home. Her captors trained her much harder than her father had ever done, whilst Rowan and 'G' pushed her through her barriers each day, her father had allowed her to give up and return to her room as soon as she said that she was tired.

Walking over to the silent girl, Rowan dropped to the floor beside her and placed his finger under her chin, lifting it up until her eyes met his own, 'Your father may not have pushed you to your limits Bella, but believe me when I say that I will. I am going to make you reach your highest potential, together we are going to unlock your wolf's secrets and make you into who you are meant to be'.

Staring into his eyes, Isabella whispered, 'But why? Why me?'

Holding her gaze, Rowan murmured back, 'because you are worth in Bella' before placing his lips against her forehead swiftly and rising from his knees by her bed, heading out the door, shutting it softly behind him.