I still lay in the bed hours later drawing imaginary circles and patterns on the sheets with the tip of my finger. It had been the worse day of my life from start to finish. I hadn't slept, eaten and besides one glass of water, I'd had nothing to drink either. But I wasn't thinking about that anymore. I was numb to it.

Andrea had returned two hours after he left but didn't come upstairs which I was eternally grateful for. The thought of seeing him made me feel sick to the stomach and intensified the dull ache in my head.

"Blanca!" his voice called from the stairs as I heard his footsteps come up. "Get up, it's time to cook."

I internally groaned but didn't move an inch.

He then reached the room which had grown dark and flicked on the light. He was in my visual field but I refused to look at him.

"You look like shit," he said. "Have a shower and find some clothes to change into. Or I'll do it for you."

I didn't respond or even move until he had left the room at which point I slowly sat up and ran my fingers through my knotty hair.

The bathroom was bright and the dazzling light burnt my eyes but I forced myself into the shower where the hot water and steam brought at least some comfort. Being clean of Andrea's touch was a relief too. I then wrapped myself in the largest towel possible and searched through the drawers looking for something to wear.

I eventually found a drawer with woman's clothes in. They all seemed unworn and clean but also slightly obscene. I found the least revealing skirt there was and the loosest shirt but all the underwear was clearly designed to be seen.

I sighed at all the red lace and thongs and grabbed the first panties and first bra I saw, not caring if they matched.

After buttoning the shirt all the way up and pulling the skirt as far down as possible so that my panties weren't on show, I headed downstairs.

When I got downstairs, Andrea had laid out some spaghetti, tomatoes, herbs and other various ingredients you need to make spaghetti bolognese. He was fortunately nowhere to be seen so I got to work cutting onions and garlic.

"Finally doing as you are told, I see," his voice said as he came into the kitchen. "That didn't take long. Why did your Alpha have so much trouble with you?"

Because he cares about me and would never hurt me.

"I don't know," I replied quietly.

I then felt him draw up behind me and put his hands under my armpits and towards my chest. I froze and stared down at the knife in my hand as he reached for the buttons on my shirt.

"That's better," he said after he had undone the top four buttons and pulled my skirt up a little. "I don't want you hiding your beautiful body...especially from my business partners."

He then smacked my ass and disappeared out the kitchen leaving me still with the knife in my hand. That was the perfect opportunity to kill the bugger but I was...scared.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Andrea immediately left his office to open it.

"Andrea! Hola!" an unfamiliar voice greeted.

"Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen.

"And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English.

"Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren."

"Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

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