His grip around was so tight my ribs scread with every breath. I cried and begged, but the Psycho Alpha didn’t let go. His hand pressed against my stomach, keeping trapped against his chest, his heartbeat steady while mine raced like a cornered rabbit’s. I tried to push his arm away, to twist free, but he only held tighter, almost crushing in his suffocating embrace. My tears kept falling. My body shook.
"Please," I sobbed, the words tearing raw from my throat. "Please let go—I can’t... I need to—"
At last, he sighed. Not out of sympathy, not because he cared, but like soone humoring a child. His grip loosened, and the air rushed into my lungs so fast I nearly choked on it.
"Go," he murmured, voice low and sharp. "But don’t think I won’t be watching."
I scrambled out of his arms, clutching my stomach, and staggered toward the bathroom. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor. I didn’t dare look back at him, though I could feel his eyes searing into , following every trembling step. My hands fumbled with the door handle before I finally slipped inside and shut it behind . The small lock clicked into place, thin and fragile compared to the man outside. For the first ti since he grabbed , I felt like I could breathe but the relief was brief. Then his inner voice ca again.
"Do you think you can run, little oga?"
I froze. My heart lurched painfully against my ribs. My wide eyes darted to the mirror above the sink. My reflection was a ghost: pale skin streaked with tears, red-rimd eyes, damp hair plastered to my cheeks. I looked broken. And worse, I looked caught.
"Inner voice: What about that window behind you?" his voice purred through my thoughts. "It’s just wide enough, isn’t it? You wonder if you could squeeze your fragile body through it. If you could climb down and escape ."
A shiver crawled down my spine. My gaze flicked despite myself to the tiny window above the bathtub. The thin curtain swayed with the faint night air. He couldn’t see . He wasn’t in the room. But he knew. He always knew.
"Stop," I whispered to myself.
"Stop what?" His laugh curled around my thoughts, smooth and mocking. "Reading you? Feeling you? You can’t hide from , Ellie. Even your mind is mine."
I sank onto the closed toilet lid, covering my face with shaking hands. My sobs echoed in the small tiled room, but they did nothing to drown out his presence. On the other side of the door, the floor creaked. He shifted, leaning against the fra.
"Go on," his inner voice whispered silkily. "Do what you need to do. But don’t take too long. Don’t make co in there."
The threat pressed heavy on my chest. I hurried, lowering myself to relieve my aching bladder, every nerve on edge, every sound amplified—the faint hum of the pipes, the distant rustle of leaves outside the window, and the steady weight of him, waiting, listening. When I finished, I flushed quickly and stumbled to the sink. Cold water splashed against my trembling hands. My reflection wavered in the glass, hollow-eyed, defeated.
The towel hung just beneath the window. My gaze lingered there, traitorous thoughts whispering. Could I? Could I climb out? For a heartbeat, the idea felt almost real. Almost possible.
"Ahh," his voice slithered through again, ending the thought before it fully ford. "There it is. That spark. You want to test . You want to see if you can outrun an Alpha."
My stomach dropped.
"Do it," he urged softly. "Climb up, touch the window, pretend you have a choice. It will make catching you all the sweeter."
"No." The word broke out of in a hoarse whisper. I shook my head, clutching the towel as if it could shield .
The doorknob rattled suddenly, and I flinched so hard the towel slipped from my hands.
"Ellie," his real voice called, deep and commanding. "Co out."
My body froze. My mind scread.
If I stayed, he’d break the door. If I tried the window, he’d punish . There was no winning. My hands were shaking, I reached for the lock. The tallic click echoed like a death bell.
The door swung open, and the crazy psycho was there.
The Psycho Alpha leaned lazily against the fra, arms crossed, a smirk curving his lips. His sharp eyes road over , from my flushed face to my trembling knees, drinking in every ounce of fear.
"Good girl," he murmured, brushing a tear from my cheek with his thumb. His touch burned. "You didn’t test ."
I flinched but didn’t move. His hand lingered, tilting my chin upward until I had no choice but to et his gaze.
"You see?" His voice dropped low, almost tender. "You already know what happens when you disobey . You’re learning."
A tremor ran down my spine. Was that what he wanted? For to learn to submit, to obey, until there was nothing left of ? He stepped closer, crowding against the doorfra, his scent wrapping around strong, intoxicating, suffocating. "Let’s go back," he whispered.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sand. My body obeyed before my mind did. He took my hand, his grip firm, unyielding, and guided back toward the bed. The bedroom felt colder now, though the fire still burned in the hearth. The shadows on the walls seed sharper, stretching long and thin like claws reaching for . He pulled onto the bed beside him. I sat stiffly, every muscle locked in place. He draped an arm around my shoulders and drew against his chest again, as though I was sothing to be treasured instead of trapped.
"You cry so sweetly," he murmured into my hair. "But you’ll see, Ellie. One day, you won’t cry because you’re afraid. You’ll cry because you finally understand you belong to ."
His words coiled around my heart like chains. I closed my eyes, wishing for silence, for escape, for anything but this suffocating bond. But his voice was still there, inside my head, soft and mocking.
"Inner voice: The walls have ears, little oga. And those ears are mine."
And I knew then no matter where I went, no matter how many locks or walls stood between us I would never truly be alone.
The Psycho had passed out again on the bed. He was sprawled like a mountain of muscle beside , his arm draped over my chest like a boulder pinning to the earth. His chest rose and fell heavily, and then
"Grrrrhhh... snnkkhhrrhh..."
I blinked. Was that even a growl? A snore? A chainsaw?
I pressed my lips together, praying I wouldn’t laugh out loud, because of course if I laughed, he’d wake up, and then I’d probably "learn another lesson." His face was perfectly calm, eyes shut, but his body was crushing the life out of .
"Great," I muttered under my breath. "So not only am I trapped with a psycho, I’m also his human pillow."
His arm squeezed unconsciously, pressing down on my ribs until my lungs squeaked in protest.
"Yep. Definitely dying tonight. Tell my future gravestone: Here lies Ellie, suffocated by Alpha Snorezilla."
I tilted my head, staring at his shoulder hovering right next to my mouth. My teeth itched.
"You know what would be funny?" I whispered to myself. "If I just bite him. Right here. Just a little chomp."
I pictured it vividly: sinking my teeth into his skin, watching him jump awake like a startled wolf, rolling off the bed and sprinting for the door.
The image almost made giggle.
"Bite him, bite him," the little devil on my shoulder chanted in my brain.
But the angel side of snorted. "Are you insane, Ellie? He’d probably tie you up for a week if you tried that or even strangle you
I sighed dramatically, glaring at his sleeping face. "Lucky for you, Alpha Snorezilla, I value my teeth too much to lose them tonight."
Another snore ripped through the air, loud enough to rattle the headboard. I froze, then whispered, "Oh my goddess. He’s going to wake himself up with that." But no. He just tightened his grip again, squeezing the breath out of . My chest heaved, my ribs creaked, and my eyes bulged.
"Perfect," I wheezed softly. "Death by cuddle. This is my life now. Fantastic."
Still, my gaze drifted back to his shoulder.
What other evil thing can I do to this psycho? How does he expect to sleep while he is squeezing . Oh God! I need a miracle now or else I will be squeezed to death by this psycho Let try breathing with my mouth before. Out of all the ogas in this pack, I’m the only one this psycho Alpha wants to tornt.
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