His Mate - 14. Crisis

Samantha's POV

Alpha Hughes. He's a bad man. The weird thing is, he hasn't caused me physical harm. Not like Genelia's mate. Where is she? I forget where her mate is from. Maybe if I can remember, I can save her.

I don't fall asleep that night. Maybe it's because I'm scared of what I might dream of. Maybe I'm not tired. Whatever it is, it's working.

Michael walks through the door with a plate. The plate consists of, toast, oatmeal, and orange juice.

"How was you sleep, darling?" He mocks. I refuse to talk to him.

"Okay, okay. I get it, you don't like toast do you?" Michael continues to joke.

I take the plate from his hands and begin to eat. I love toast.

My plate falls to the floor when I'm finished.

Michael makes sure to tighten my restrains. "We can't have your pretty face running off, now can we?" He whispers into my ear.

I shiver in disgust as his hot breath hits me like a hard slap. "W-What do you want f