April

April sighed. His eyes lingered 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.

He thought you would've adjusted to the place well by now. Especially since it's been weeks since April's kidnapped you and whisked you off the streets in the dead of night.

You're the omega he's wanted all his life. The one he's dreamed of starting a family with.

But you wanted nothing to do with him. You didn't want to be his mate, and it hurt. Big time.

"Sweetheart, please. Come out. 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. It's just--he's trying to be kind.

He's trying to be patient for you. He didn't want to scare you even more than you are now. He could smell it. Smell you. Your scent that overwhelmed his senses.

"..can you at least eat for me?" he hummed, attempting to coax you out. "Look, I have your favorite foods here. We can share it together, if you want."