Beta Alan or Scott?

Eleanor was already bored and still wondering how her sister and their dog were fending for themselves.

Taking her shower that morning, she decided to wash her hair first and so after taking her bath, she stood in front of the sink to dry her hair with the hand dryer that was beside the sink, she saw a dark mark in between her neck and shoulder.

What had happened the previous day, came flashing through her mind- that only worsened her frustration.

So she put the dryer down so she could take a better look at the mark- it was beautiful.

The mark bite included an oval-shaped shell that resembled a sea shell—specifically, a cockle.

As her fingers trailed on the mark, one more time a feeling of delight and fulfillment shot through her body.

She in return bit her lips as her mind zoned out again, creating scenes in her head- things she wished Scott would do to her.

She quickly jerked from her thoughts and shook the thoughts away. She finished drying her hair and stepped out of the washroom.

She then decided to sing and dance while she killed the boredom. The room was only filled with books and a few things. There was no television or radio to even watch or listen to.

Making room for herself, Eleanor stretched and warmed her body up.

'When the lights are turned off, hope you still know it's me,

Make sure you know my scent and how I breathe,

My heart rhythm and body language…'

She sang, later humming the rest as she was putting words together. Music was something she loved with a passion.

She had later wanted to be a musician but all she could become was a dancer. She danced in Alfredo's club sometimes, in music videos, and taught choreographies.

She continued to roll her waist in a circular direction. She first moved in a clockwise direction and then anti-clockwise. While her shoulders were still in place, she slowly whined her waist.

 As the frigid breeze rushed through the doorway, she heard her door open after a few minutes and saw four legs but immediately, two legs walked to the door and opened it. Just like they had come in, one left immediately.

She stopped, her hand reaching for the fan's regulator and increasing the speed at which the fan was at first. She was feeling hot and sweating.

Pretending not to notice him still standing in the room, she reached to straighten the sheets on her bed. He didn't utter a word and kept his eyes on her: she just knew that even without looking back.

She swayed her hips back to where she stood and was dancing. Keeping her palms on her thighs, she slowly lowered her body, shook her buttock a little, and went back on. She continued this for a while and then she started moving a little fast but with the same movement.

Then while standing, she bent her back, her head also falling on her thighs, and then she raised her back and head again…

Now she couldn't go on pretending not to see the man in her room any longer.

"Okay fine, what is wrong with you? Your brother left and you don't want to follow him, would you rather keep an eye on me? As if the guards outside mean nothing. 

I heard them say, Beta Alan, I don't care what shit you all are on, so don't play with me and tell me you are Scott. 

And stop staring at me like that, you are making me feel uncomfortable," she finally snapped, sitting on the bed and facing him. 

He was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, his rippling muscles teasing her.

He, however, seemed unfazed by her outburst and kept looking at her. Now she wasn't only uncomfortable, she was also pissed.

"I'm just wondering for how long you will keep playing this game," he told before she could open her mouth to say anything more.

"What are you talking about?" she boldly questioned while folding her arms together. She knew exactly what he was asking her.

"You know nothing about our mother's whereabouts," oh awesome at least we have someone smart in here.

"Then why do you insist on keeping me here? Let me go and no one will know a thing," she negotiated. She knew how it was been done; in all the movies she had watched, no bad guy left a witness alive.

'If he knew I was innocent then why were they asking me about it over and over again?' The thought wriggled its way into her thought.

"Oh I know that but my brothers and the others don't. Don't get me wrong, I do care about my mum and we are doing everything to find her but I also enjoy you messing with my brothers," he whispered with his hand buried inside his pockets.

"What do you have me do, Sit around while you guys hurt my loved ones? No thank you!" She shouted and swore she saw his eyes turn from hazel to dark brown again but when she looked back at him, they were back to their natural color. It was either she had too much going on in her head to have imagined seeing that or they were finally turning her into some crazy woman. At least that was what she thought.

"How did you know I was innocent? I mean if your people believed me enough to be running around following what I told them, I must be convincing enough," she got to ask that but Alan only showed a smirk.

He almost lost control when she shouted at him. Scott almost took over and that would never end well. Alan knew he couldn't lose his control around her.

"You won't understand. Maybe I'll tell you later. Just maybe. Some day I mean, or maybe not," his answer was just great, only confusing her the more. But to him, he was still contemplating whether he wanted her or not.

Well not that he had any other choice now- he was on a thin line now since they've already marked her yesterday. Giving Scott control would be dangerous as he will go right ahead to mating with her.

Not that he didn't desire her she was a beautiful woman and very… seductive as well.