Every single part of him was screaming to leave, but he took a step over the threshold and went to look at her.

She looked peaceful. There was even a smile on her lips as she slept.

Reaching out, he put a hand to her cheek, stroking back some of her brown hair. He loved the length. He’d often fantasized about it while she’d been away. Imagining it in his fist as he fucked her. Even those plump lips were meant to be wrapped around his cock.

Patience.

He needed to show so much fucking patience with his woman, and it pissed him off. Still, as he wanted to do a lot more than simply stroke her hair, he allowed himself the smallest pleasure of leaning down and brushing his lips against her forehead.

The tranquilizers would be wearing off very soon. When that happened, she would be shouting and screaming at him.

Instead of saying anything, or trying to wake her up, he stepped back, leaving her bedroom.

What the fuck could he do now?

Repeatedly running his fingers through his hair, he took the stairs down and quickly explored the house. He came to a stop in front of one of the large windows.

They called it an island, and they weren’t mistaken at all.

He was completely surrounded by vast oceans.

Nothing to be seen but water, lots of it.

The beauty before him wasn’t lost on him. He could already picture himself and Mabel running naked through the ocean, swimming all day long.

Stepping back, he decided to do something useful. He entered the kitchen and found another letter waiting on the counter.

Lucas and Mabel,

For this next year, your every need will be provided for. You will never know when a delivery is being made or how we get there. Just know you’re all taken care of. Do not fear. Enjoy your year.

Alpha

He went to the fridge and opened the door to discover exactly how full it was. He didn’t know if it was breakfast, lunch, or heading into the evening. There was no way it was close to night, so he opted for lunch. He picked out an array of vegetables, knowing exactly what he wanted to make.

Humming to himself, he kept on checking out the door to see his mate arrive. Nothing.

He didn’t know if they’d given her a much stronger tranquilizer or if she was awake, just ignoring him.

He was starving, and there was no way he intended to wait. His mother had convinced him the best way to a woman’s heart was through the stomach. That was what he was going to do. Feed her.

With the vegetables all chopped, he rummaged through the cupboards to find everything he’d need to make a delicious sauce. With his ingredients out, he got it ready to add into a wok.