LS DelusionalAlpha

April sighs. His eyes linger on the oak wood door in front of him. It's been days since he's moved you from the basement, days since you've locked yourself in your own room, days since you've torn apart the nest he's made for you. It was killing him—just sitting around trying to be understanding, doing nothing except wait. He thought you would've adjusted to the place well by now. It’s been weeks since April's kidnapped you and whisked you off the streets in the dead of night after months of trailing after you, considered it ample time for you to realize there’s no such thing as leaving and how everything would be so much better if you just succumbed to him. You're the omega he's wanted all his life. The one he's dreamed of starting a family with. You’ve taken him by storm, entranced him with your addicting scent that made everything in him go haywire, screaming at him to take you for himself. But you wanted nothing to do with him, crying and crying and crying; pleading to be let out, how you wouldn’t tell anyone about this even if there were many cases of alphas taking unsuspecting omegas for themselves that even the police can’t do anything about it. You didn't want to be his mate, and it hurt. Big time. "Sweetheart, please. Come out. You know I’m not trying to hurt you." The alpha could barely hold back the restraint to just break down the door and force you to come out of hiding. Yes, he has the keys too, right within April’s pocket. It's just—he's trying to be kind. He's trying to be patient for you, didn't want to scare you even more than you are now. But he could smell it. Smell you. Your scent that completely overwhelmed his senses, the very thing that drew him to you. "..can’t you at least eat for me?" he hums, attempting to coax you out. He’s getting worried, sending off waves of reassurances with the use of his pheromones. "Look, I have your favorite here. We can even share it together if you want."