Taken by a Beast novel Chapter 5

She woke up with a moan. It was the most comfortable sleep she had in a very long time. The bed was so soft and big. It almost felt like sleeping in the clouds.

Turning around, she opened her eyes and saw her handsome savior standing and looking over the large window across the room, his naked back turned to her.

He was pulling a shirt over his head and she watched silently as his muscles rippled in each movement. A beast was drawn on the left side of his back. It was beautifully drawn.

Perhaps it defined him. A beautiful beast.

She almost laughed at her own thoughts. She couldn't believe she was helplessly checking out the man who saved her and who was now keeping her like a prisoner.

He rolled his shoulders back, stretching out his arms. Then he walked towards the bathroom. She waited for a while until she heard the shower running. Stretching out her tired arms, she sat up from the bed and looked around the room.

The bedroom itself was really huge for just one person. How come he didn't feel so lonely here? She couldn't imagine having a bedroom as big as this.

Standing up, she walked quietly towards the doors and took a deep breath. Hopefully, this would be her chance to escape. Although, deep down, she had the feeling he'd find her no matter where she end up.

He was like a curse. A spell she couldn't escape from. It terrified her.

Just before he could turn the knob, she heard a growl behind her, "Where do you think you're going?"

Turning around, she gazed at him and gulped nervously. Staring at her intently were his eyes, dark and dilated. She could see his remained calmness over the angry beast inside him, begging to be unleashed.

His hands were clenched in fists tightly by his sides and she couldn't help but notice his muscles beneath his white shirt. Teardrops of water slowly ran down his hair. She took a few steps back as he strided towards her.

"You're not trying to leave, are you?" he demanded, his voice promising punishment.

Bumping against the wall, she shook her head. "N-No."

He slammed a hand on the wall beside her head. "Liar," he accused roughly, his eyes burning holes through her face. Before she could say anything, he leaned down and grabbed her waist, easily throwing her over his shoulder.

He opened the door and walked out of his room. She began protesting but he kept a firm grip around her waist so she didn't fall. As soon as she heard another set of doors opening, he put her down on a stool and she faced the kitchen.

"Stay," he ordered seriously, looking at her straight in the eye.

"Whatever," she said, not having the energy to argue early in the morning.

He stepped towards the stove and started doing things. Bored, she placed her arms on the table and leaned her chin on her hands. She watched him silently, his back turned to her. She watched as his muscles bulged in each movement.

His tattoo on the left side of his back and down his arm resembled a large wolf. It seemed so alive, which reminded her of yesterday. That wolf still lived in her memory and she wouldn't forget the image of it.

He turned around suddenly and caught her staring at him. She blushed and looked away. Just then, she smelled something delicious as he placed a plate of omelette in front of her.

"You need to eat," he stated, his tone not accepting any answer from her. She looked warily at him and began to eat the food since she was desperately hungry.