George stone….
**Ashley’s POV**
“Where am I?” I cried out as I woke up to find myself in a dimly lit bedroom. The thick curtains were all drawn, so I honestly couldn’t tell whether it was still nighttime, morning, or maybe even noon. I looked around the place, my wolf instantly on alert in case I had to be in fight mode for any incoming danger. However, I somehow felt quite safe being in this place, but that didn’t stop me from keeping my senses extremely sharp; after all, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
As I looked around the room, it suddenly dawned on me that I was lying on a king-sized bed, which offered so much comfort to my sore body. The bedroom was not exactly extravagant, but it was still very luxurious, and from what little I was able to observe, I could tell that it was not just an ordinary person who owned the room. As soon as I heard footsteps approaching, I instantly lay back in bed, trying to avoid letting whoever it was know that I was already awake. Who knew what their intentions were? If they were evil, I would have to attack them by surprise.
As the door creaked open, a domineering figure walked in, and I quickly shut my eyes as if I were asleep. Just from the scent, I could already tell that it was a man-a very luxurious and domineering one, in fact. The room was eerily silent for a while, and since I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes yet, I felt really tense being in the same room with this stranger and having no understanding of what could possibly be going on. I decided to open my eyes just a tiny bit to sneak a peek at what was happening, but I had to shut them almost immediately, as I saw that he was actually standing right across from me, staring directly in my direction.
I didn’t bother trying to open them again. Instead, I waited until he left the room or at least looked away before I would finally be able to open my eyes or get up from the bed.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you’re definitely not doing a good job pretending to be asleep, Ashley,” he said, and I instantly felt a wave of shock hit me hard. So, all this while, he knew I was not asleep, yet he kept playing along. Was I even safe being with this man? I thought.
However, come to think of it, he knew I wasn’t sleeping, so if he actually wanted to do something to me, he would have done so long before-or maybe even as soon as-he walked in. In addition to that, he wouldn’t have even made me aware of the fact that he knew I wasn’t sleeping. So, to a certain extent, I did feel a bit safe, even though I didn’t want to completely lower my guard.
Opening my eyes and getting up from the bed, I finally met face to face with the mysterious stranger who was seated right in front of the bed.
“Nice to have you finally awake, Ashley,” he said, and I looked at him questioningly.
“Who are you, and how do you know my name? How did I get here, and what did you do to me?” I said all at once, and he smiled back in response. This made me very confused because I couldn’t understand what exactly I had said that was funny.
“You’re asking so many questions all at the same time. What would you like me to answer first, Ashley?” he said, once again laying so much emphasis on my name.
“Alright then, who are you?” He looked me deep in the eyes before finally responding.
“George… the name is George Stone.”
“Oh, okay, so how did I get here? I don’t remember meeting you at any point during my journey.”
“Better question: what was a female wolf who happened to be an Omega doing in the woods so late at night, despite knowing that it would be very risky in those woods, given that she was all alone?” he questioned, leaning forward as he spoke.
I frowned, thinking about all that had happened back at the mansion, and everything came back to my memory all at once.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Mr. George. I’m asking how exactly I got here, and who are you?”
“Oh my goodness, didn’t I just tell you who I am? It seems like you have acute memory loss or something,” he joked, and I pursed my lips into a thin line as I tried to avoid responding to that.
“Well, it seems you’ve managed to forget about the attack that was made on you in the woods,” he began, and that was when it came back to me. While on my way to wherever my feet could take me in the woods, I was actually ambushed by a couple of rogue wolves who had overpowered and outnumbered me. They had all discussed how they were going to take turns with me right in front of me, and since I had started resisting, one of them proceeded to hit me hard on the head to make me submissive. It didn’t take much longer before I finally lost consciousness. Even though I wasn’t fully awake, I could still faintly sense my surroundings, and I vividly remembered hearing the sound of punches being thrown. By the time there was finally a bit of silence, I felt a strong pair of hands carefully lift me up from the ground where I had been left to my unfortunate fate.
“Wait, so it was you that…”
“You’re welcome, Ashley. I’m glad to see just how grateful you are,” he said sarcastically, and I bit my lip in embarrassment.
“My bad. Thank you so much, Mr. George, really, I am very thankful,” I said. He shrugged his shoulders, and the room soon grew awkwardly silent. I honestly didn’t know what to say anymore, so he looked over at me and then said:
“So, what else did you ask me earlier? I already answered who I am and how you got here. What else?” he said, and I looked up to face him.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. This man, George, seemed to know more about me than I was comfortable with. But what choice did I have now? I needed answers, and he was the only one who could provide them.
“Why did you save me?” I asked, my voice wavering slightly as I looked into his piercing eyes.
George leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “Let’s just say that I don’t particularly like seeing a pack of rogues attacking a lone wolf, especially one who seemed so… determined to survive.”
“Is that all?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. There had to be more to it than just a simple act of goodwill.
A faint smirk played on his lips. “Perhaps. But you’re asking the wrong questions, Ashley.”
I bristled at his cryptic response. “Then tell me-what questions should I be asking?”