CHASING AFTER THE REJECTED

I woke up to two bright lights shining in my face. I stretched my contracted muscles as I opened my eyes. I stopped in my tracks as I looked down at myself. I was still in the same dress as yesterday. I looked around the room, this wasn't my room. This bedroom was bigger and more fancy than my own bedroom. The room was well-designed, and whoever lived there was rich. Have I been kidnapped? What sort of kidnapper would keep me in such an expensive room? Well, if I had been then they had really hit one big jackpot with me. I said sarcastically to myself in my head. I sat up quickly, but I fell back on the bed as dizziness hit me. The events of last night began to come back to me and I gasped but slowly sat up this time. I didn't know who it was that had attacked our house last night and I didn't even know where I was. I then remembered what Wendy had done to me and shook my head. I felt like killing her. I made my way towards the door to try and leave, but it opened before I got close to it. My heart started beating faster because I was about to face my captor, but to my surprise, it was Andrew who came in. He held a tray of food in his hand as he walked in. He looked up and saw me standing and quickly dropped the tray on the dresser before walking towards me. "Alice, you're awake. Are you feeling better?" He asked, touching my forehead. "Andrew, how did you get here?" I was surprised. "Well, I think I'm supposed to be here, seeing as this is my house." He smiled and I gasped, nodding my head. "Wait, so what happened last night and how did I get here?" I was confused. "Well, after watching you go in, I started my journey home, but then I heard shouting and it sounded like your voice. I'm an alpha, so my hearing is way more advanced than yours." He explained that I wondered how he was able to hear our voices so far off. "I barged into your house to see that Wendy had thrown you to the side, and your head hit the wall. Luckily, it was nothing serious." He said pulling me to sit on the bed. "So what happened to them? Where are they?" I asked. "Why do you seem more worried about them than yourself, when you were the one who got hurt?" He asked me to put my hands up. "I just want to know." "Well, when I ran to your house, the door was locked, so I pushed it off its hinges. Your uncle tried to fight me off, but I overpowered him and knocked him out. Your aunt also tried to escape, but I caught her. They are both in the dungeons now, awaiting their punishment." He said and I was surprised. "Wow, okay." "Why didn't you tell me what they were doing to you? I could have helped you." "Well, maybe because I had just met you, also because I kind of felt indebted to them, so I just left things as they were, but I was going to tell you....eventually. But you can't blame me for that, I just met you." | shrugged. "Well, that's true, but it's all over now, because you'll be living with me right here from now on, so they won't bother you anymore." He said and I shifted away from him on the bed, my brain not registering what he said. "What do you mean?" I frowned. "I mean exactly what you heard. Your uncle and his wife are now in the dungeons, and as your mate, it is my duty to take care of you no matter what, isn't it?" He said proudly. My heart began to beat faster as I stared at him. Not only had he saved me from the hell I was living in, but he also gave me a roof over my head and promised to take care of my every need. I looked up as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I've never known kindness like this before. It all seemed too good to be true. "What's wrong?" He asked as the tears began to drop from my eyes. "Nothing, I think something got in my eyes," I said as I wiped my tears. Suddenly, he hugged me, knowing I was lying. His warm hug comforted me really well. "You don't have to worry about anything ever again, I'll take care of it all." He said, resting his cheek on my shoulder as he rubbed my back. "You should eat before your food gets cold." He stood up to get the tray of food. On the plate were bacon, eggs, and toast, and a glass of water beside it. "I made it for you." I stared up at him. "Really? I hope I won't die from food poisoning." "It might interest you to know that I am one of the best cooks I have ever had the pleasure of knowing." He said, emphasizing the 'the', and I looked at him incredulously. I picked up the fork and raised the eggs to my mouth, tasting them, then coughing seriously. Andrew panicked and started hitting my back, thinking I was choking. I raised my head and gave him a mischievous smile. "Got you," I said and his mouth fell open. "Seriously, you. Do you know how scared I was?" He said and I apologized. "Aww, come on. I was just messing with you. Don't take me seriously. "I said and continued eating. When I was done, he took the plate and kept it aside, and moved closer to me. "Do you know how scared I was when I walked into your house and saw you passed out on the floor?" I turned around and looked him in his eyes. He looked so genuine that I could hardly tell if this was the same Andrew White that I knew or if he had been replaced with a new one.