The Alpha's Desired Property{BL}

Chapter Twelve

Soren

I woke up in a good mood today despite the events of last night. I wanted to punish Rowan for his intrusion.

Though it was no fault of his for refusing me but I wished he would be more open to his use here. I was sick and tired of not getting what I wanted.

I yawned and got up from the bed. Today was a good day.

A knock on the door distracted me from my thoughts,

"Alpha, are you awake?"

I nodded before I shook my head, "what is it, Rudolf?"

"I have what you asked me for,"

I sprang up immediately, heading towards the door like I was on fire. You could say I got curious and wanted to know what our little Alpha was hiding from me.

I opened the door and took the file from his hands before opening it, I hummed to myself as I read.

I paused for a bit and turned to Rudolf, "I want to have breakfast with him, please ensure he is on the table before I get there."

"Yes, Alpha."

I shut the door and resumed reading about my interesting Alpha.

He has had a hard life, I mean I knew he was poor but not to this extent. 

For someone so uptight, he has had a few drug runs to survive. I wonder how he got out of it.

I got to the most interesting part, the omega I saw him talking to the other time. I clenched my fist when the anger from before came rushing back.

I have never seen such emotions from him before while he was talking to me but they were emitting off of him in heavy waves while he talked to another omega.

Yes, I was jealous of a lowly omega.

That's how low Rowan has made me sink, I wanted to rip his body apart when he placed his filthy hands on my Alpha. With the way he acts around me, I expected Rowan to rip his hands off and maintain a good distance but imagine my surprise when it's the opposite.

It's like he wanted the omega's hands on him and for some reason, that made me fucking furious.

When I was done reading, I sighed heavily to myself. I have been unfair to him and maybe, if I treat him a little better with kindness, I would get a much better reaction from him other than resentment.

It was late in the morning when I finally left my room for breakfast. There was a spring in my step because for one, I was excited to have a meal with him. As I entered the dining room, I scanned the long table and frowned. The chair remained conspicuously empty.

"Where's he?" I asked Rudolf, who stood at the side of the room as if waiting for me to notice his presence.

"He said he wasn't hungry," Rudolf replied, though I caught the faintest hint of unease in his posture like he couldn't be bothered with this.

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips. Was this his new way of defiance? I shook my head in amusement, pushing my chair back with a sharp scrape. "Interesting."

Rudolf didn't comment, wisely staying out of it. I left the dining room, heading toward Rowan's quarters. His obstinance was beginning to irritate me. I sincerely hoped that his behavior didn't influence the decision I made this morning. 

I arrived at his door, not bothering to knock before I pushed it open. A low growl rumbled from inside the room.

I leaned casually against the doorframe, my amusement clear as I met his glare. "Charming as always, I see," I said with a smirk.

He was seated on the edge of the bed, his hands in chains resting on his lap. He glowered at me but didn't move.

"Why weren't you at the table?" I asked, stepping inside and letting the door shut firmly behind me.

He tilted his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I already told your lap dog I wasn't hungry. Wasn't that clear enough?"

I shrugged, moving closer. "If you are not hungry then you wouldn't mind keeping my company then?"

 His eyes narrowed as I ruffled his dark hair, ignoring his immediate flinch. The look on his face was almost comical, half confusion, half suspicion.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone cautious.

"Being civil, you should try it ," I replied with a lazy grin.

His scoff was immediate. "Civil?" He raised his bound wrists, the chains clinking as if to announce their presence. "There's nothing civil about being treated like a dog."

I sighed, his words made a whole lot of sense even if I didn't want to admit it. He wasn't wrong. It was one thing to keep control, another to ignore basic decency. If I was going to gain his trust, I needed him to have his freedom, or let him think he has it. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the key to his restraints.

"You're free for now," I said simply, stepping back as soon as I unlocked him.

The moment his hands were unbound, Rowan moved. He slammed me against the wall, one arm pressing hard against my throat while his teeth bared like a predator ready to strike.

For a moment, I froze. Then a laugh bubbled out of me, "You think this will work?" I rasped, meeting his furious gaze without flinching. "You'd die before you even made it past the first door. If you kill me, you die. When I said I was the key to your freedom, I meant it."

His grip loosened, but the fire in his eyes remained as he stepped back. I fell to the floor, coughing slightly, one hand rubbing my throat.

"You done?" I asked, my tone sharper now.

He didn't answer. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his fists clenched at his sides. I reached into the bag I had brought and tossed a bundle of clothes toward him.

"Go shower," I said, my tone more commanding now. "Change into something decent, and then come eat with me."

His glare didn't waver, but he didn't argue either. He snatched up the clothes, his expression unreadable, and stalked toward the bathroom without a word.

The sound of running water filled the room moments later.

I leaned against the wall, catching my breath and replaying the moment he'd pinned me. There was strength in him, more than he let on or perhaps more than I had allowed myself to see. But it wasn't just his strength I noticed. There was pain, power, power so raw and deep, lurking beneath him.

When he returned, his hair damp and his movements stiff, he had changed into the clothes I'd given him, a simple black shirt and dark jeans. They fit him well, enough to make my mouth water.

"Better," I said, gesturing for him to follow me.

He said nothing as we walked back to the dining room, Rudolf raised a brow at the handprint on my neck but I shook my head at him.

It was nothing to worry about.

We sat across from each other at the table, the tension still simmering. I poured myself a drink, taking a long sip before speaking.

"You should eat," I said. "You're no good to me if you starve."

His gaze flickered toward the food, but he didn't move to take any.

"I'm not here to play house with you," he said finally, his voice low but steady.

"Good," I replied. "Neither am I."

He tilted his head slightly, his curiosity evident despite his very guarded expression.

"So why this charade?" he asked.

I leaned back in my chair, the smirk returning to my lips. "Maybe I'm testing you. Or maybe I'm just bored."

He scoffed, pushing his plate away. "I don't care what your reasons are. Just tell me what you want from me."

I met his gaze, my amusement fading. "What I want is for you to prove you're not a waste of my time."

His jaw tightened, and I could see the words he wanted to say burning in his mind. But he stayed quiet, lowering his eyes to the table.

"Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now?" I said, my voice sharp. "You owe a debt, and yet here you are, defying me at every turn. One of these days, Rowan, I might just decide you're more trouble than you're worth."

He didn't respond, his silence cutting deeper than any retort might have.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I have decided that in order for you to enjoy your stay here, I need to be civil. But my civility ends when you act like a bastard. You will work as my personal guard till I say otherwise. You're going to make yourself useful one way or the other. Or do you need reminding of what happens to those who don't?"

His head dipped lower, and for a moment, I thought I saw the faintest flicker of shame cross his face.

The silence stretched between us, 

Finally, he spoke, his voice so quiet that I barely heard it. "I know the situation I'm in. You don't have to remind me."

His words carried a somber note that surprised me, and I leaned forward slightly, studying him.

"Good," I said. "Then prove it. Tell me about yourself,"

Rowan's gaze lifted, surprise written in them.

"There is nothing interesting about me, and I am sure you already know more about me than I know about you."

"Very well," I lifted my glass, "here is to getting to know each other,"

I was immensely pleased when he lifted his glass too.