2 W-Why Can’t I Leave?

Madeline lurched forward, heaving and panting.

Taking a minute to breathe after what she'd just seen, she wondered if she'd been dreaming or if she actually had stumbled upon the man destined to be her soulmate. Then she realized she wasn't in her bedroom.

...and neither was she in her loft. She was in another person's bedroom!

'Could it be Xavier's bedroom?' Madeline wondered to herself before she felt that same chill up her spine. Someone was watching her.

Xavier, something in her gut told her.

Looking downwards, she realized she was in different clothing. Her coral hair tumbled over her shoulders, and she was dressed in silk pyjamas that matched her eyes that were as green as freshly-picked olives.

"I know you're there," she said loudly, hoping it'd make her sound confident, staring into the darkness. Unbeknownst to her, he could sense her fear from a mile away.

Frankly, who could blame her? Not only was she in someone else's bedroom, that someone was her soulmate.

And out from the corner, she spotted a dark figure in the dim light of the room. She saw the silhouette of his body, but not his face. It was kept hidden from her.

Madeline felt something tighten around her pinky.

Yep, it was Xavier alright.

'Sh*t, so it wasn't a dream after all,' she cursed under her breath.

What she didn't know... was that he could sense how she was feeling. It wasn't a soulmate thing, more like it was a werewolf thing.

"You're awake," he sneered, glaring at her with disdain and contempt, nearing the light.

She glared at him with as much hatred. What was she doing here? And who the f*ck was he? She did a great job at hiding her initial reaction of seeing him.

Why? Because he was the breathtaking epitome of perfection.

Hell, he had to be the most attractive looking man she'd ever seen. By his mere looks, she was rendered speechless and in awe. With intense, piercing ocean blue eyes as well as dark copper brown hair that framed his chiselled face, she wondered what he was. This Xavier man certainly wasn't mortal, but come to think of it, neither was everyone else in the crowd.

"Who are you?" She asked him, taking a brave step.

He chuckled at her boldness.

Getting up from his seat, he straightened his tie before walking out into the light.

"I believe you already know who I am since we've already met before. It's Xavier, Xavier Ronan."

Xavier Ronan, those two words slipped off her tongue with ease.

He straightened his tie.

"Alpha of the werewolves. And you are?"

It took a while for Madeline to process things, and a longer while for her to tell him her name.

"Werewolves," Madeline spoke aloud.

"Werewolves," she drawled.

She blinked, remembering the question he'd asked her.

"It's Madeline. Madeline Delcour."

"Get it out of your system," Xavier rested his head on his hand, waiting for her to say it.

"Werewolves don't exist," Madeline laughed before she felt a gust of wind slam her like a wall of bricks.

Suddenly, Xavier was at the other side of the room, right beside her.

"Are you sure about that?" Xavier growled, his eyes flashing a searing red colour.

Madeline backed up against the pillows.

Scratch that, not only was she in a random stranger's bedroom. That random stranger was claiming to be the alpha of the werewolves. How stranger could this get?

Hold on, could werewolves actually exist? Madeline held back a scream. Was he really…

"What are you?" She asked him.

"Are you really…"

She held her breath before finishing her question, "A werewolf?"

Xavier raised his arched brow in curiosity, wondering if she dared question him.

Tch, was what he did not proof enough?

"Would you like me to really prove it to you?"

No one in the pack dared defy him. Sure, she didn't know who he actually was, or the power he held yet… but she was already beginning to annoy him. Who knew he'd be paired with such an unbelieving person, what more a human!

Had it been anyone else, he would've ripped them to shreds. Then, they'd learn that werewolves did exist, proof being they were killed by one.

"Or would you like to base your assumptions on what you already saw?"

Madeline kept quiet.

"I see you've made your choice."

Silence filled the atmosphere - there wasn't much to talk about. Madeline thought of her red string, and as she did, her pinky was once again entwined with said string. It was how it worked. You thought of your red string once you found out who fate had chosen you and boom! It appeared wrapped around your pinky, only for you and your soulmate to see.

No one other than you and your soulmate could see your red string, and once you got your red string and your soulmate was chosen… you could never go back. You could never have another soulmate. Just the one you already have, for the rest of all eternity.

'My soulmate's him. A stranger I hadn't met until a while ago that claims to be the alpha of the werewolves. So basically, the king of the werewolves.'

"Doubting me already, pup?"

Madeline snapped, "I am not your pup."

"Never said you were," he retorted.

"What are you doing here anyway? What, waiting for me to wake up so you could torture me and call me names?" She asked, a disgusted look on her face.

He looked at her with a slightly surprised look. No one dared speak to him that way before, she was a first.

His eyes flashed with indistinguishable emotion.

"Don't you dare speak to me that way," he said curtly.

"What would you have done had your soulmate collapsed?"

"I didn't ask to be your soulmate," Xavier tsked in annoyance.

"And now you act like I chose to be your soulmate."

"Did you?"

She huffed, turning to one side and lifting her chin, "I had no say on who's my soulmate."

Crossing his arms, he grumbled, "Neither did I."

Never was an alpha paired with a human. Ever.

They were paired with other werewolves in their packs. Deltas, omegas, sometimes even betas. But humans?

It'd never been done before in the history of Alaric, so Xavier was the first-ever alpha to have a human soulmate.

Knowing there were other things for him to do, he mumbled to her, getting up to his feet.

"I'll have Adrian show you around the place, wait for him here, and don't leave this room."

"Show me around the place, why would I need a tour?" She questioned.

"And also, why can't I leave?"

What she hadn't noticed was that Xavier had already left her, all alone and without any answers and explanations as to why she couldn't leave.

Left all to herself, she noticed her heart was pounding in her chest way faster than it had before.

Taking a look around, she realized she had no other choice but to wait for whoever was Adrian.

However, whilst she was waiting for him, she felt the sudden urge to leave.

But… Xavier had told her to stay.

Wait, why had he told her to stay?

Was there something lurking outside this room?

Or worse, was there something waiting for her?