Chapter 5

"Dante…" Elaine murmured in her sleep when she turned around the softness of the bed was indeed not her.

She opened her eyes to find herself in a strange room. She looked around and found no one.

Her first thought was to check her clothes when she saw her dress was changed into a lose mal shirt she almost cried.

Whoever brought her here must had done it. She couldn't even remember anything.

Dante was in his living room, pouring himself a glass of water when he heard the soft murmur from his bedroom.

When he heard his name, he set the glass down and rushed back into the room. He found her awake, looking around confused and checking her clothes.

At his sudden entrance she almost flinched and seeing the man she would like to see last or never. She became more panicked. Did he do something to her last night?

He watched as she flinched and panicked at his sudden appearance. Her eyes widened, filled with fear and confusion. It hit him - she probably thought he took advantage of her last night while she was drugged. His expression darkened. "Easy there, woman."

"You… We…" she shuttered over her words.

His jaw clenched as he saw her shudder and struggle to speak. He knew exactly what she was thinking - that he might have raped her while she was unconscious.

The thought made his wolf growl with anger and hurt pride. "I didn't touch you, okay?!"

Did she forget how she kissed him shamelessly

"Good!" Elaine heaved a sigh and stood up. As she wore his shirt it was barely covering her hips making her milky thighs came into his view.

"Where do you think you are going?" 

Elaine ignored him and looked around and her eyes settled on her figure in the large mirror in the room. She bite her nail and looked down at herself. "Where is my dress?"

Dante's eyes followed her, his gaze lingering on her legs before snapping back up to her face. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his focus. "Your dress was soaked and dirty," he said, his voice gruff. "I put you in one of my shirts."

"You… what??" She shouted.

Dante raised an eyebrow at her outburst, his voice steady despite the chaos of emotions inside him. "I didn't fucking rape you, princess. I just put you in a dry shirt. Jesus Christ." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his cool.

"I didn't gave you right to even touch me and here you changed my clothes!" She snorted

"do you really forget what happened last night?" he raised a brow amused. "kidnapped, drugged, almost raped…"

Elaine gasped her eyes widening. "Is it true?" She did remember someone knocked her down when she tried to left hed father's birthday party.

"You were sent for enjoyment to Mr. Beck," he stated matter-of-factly. Her heart raced, and a thousand thoughts swirled in her mind. This was not how she had anticipated her morning unfolding.

She wanted to thank Dante for unwittingly saving her from what could have been a dangerous encounter, but gratitude seemed misplaced given their complex history.

Dante watched as she processed the information, his expression unreadable.

Elaine's gaze shifted away from Dante. She could imagine what would have happened after that. Eventually, she found her voice, quiet yet sincere. "I appreciate what you did," she admitted, her tone carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Dante blinked, taken aback by her sudden gratitude. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. He had expected anger, insults, anything but thanks. "Don't," he finally replied, his voice gruff. "I didn't do it for you."

"Then."

He crossed his arms, his eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge. "I saved you because I was in the right place at the right time," he lied. "Don't make it seem like I did it out of kindness or some bullshit."

"Whatever… was the cause. As an alpha you saved me. I am grateful for your help." she awkwardly looked around. She had never thank him before

Dante's eyebrow quirked higher as he listened to her awkward thanks. An alpha saving someone was just basic wolf instinct after all. Nothing personal. Still, seeing her looking around uncomfortably like she wasn't sure what to do with her hands made him smirk slightly.

Dante watched as she avoided his gaze, clearly uncomfortable. He found himself strangely amused by her sudden politeness. It was a rare sight coming from her, and he couldn't deny that it was kind of cute. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. 

"Your new dress is hanged in the bathroom. Take a shower and come out for breakfast." He said without giving her another glance as he walked out. Here it was that hard stare that he gave her no emotion on his face, like he was talking to his worst enemy. 

What the fuck was his problem? She had thanked him for saving her life, and he acted like she had insulted him or something. She huffed and stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

After coming out of the room she saw it was a suite. He was sitting on the table eating his breakfast. He didn't even wait for her. 

She felt a pang of irritation but pushed it down. Why should he wait for her he was an alpha, and she was just a lower-ranking wolf. She had no right to expect special treatment. 

She sat down on the chair opposite him and drank a glass of water that was already placed for her.

Dante barely glanced up as she sat down, his focus remaining on his food. He acted as if she wasn't even there, which only served to annoy her further. He reached for the coffee pot without a word, pouring himself another cup and completely ignoring her. "Eat,"

Elaine almost rolled her eyes as she started eating in complete silence.

The room remained silent except for the occasional sound of silverware scraping against the plates. Dante finished his breakfast first, wiping his mouth with a napkin before pushing his plate away. He took a sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving the tablet spread out in front of him. 

"will you like me to take you back your home?" Dante asked.

"Nope I can go by cab. You can go." She said slightly raising her head to look at him. This action was cute in his eyes

Dante's eyes flickered with something that almost resembled amusement as he watched her raise her head to look at him. He quickly looked back down at his newspaper, trying to hide his reaction. "Suit yourself," he muttered, standing up and grabbing his car keys.