Dmitry 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. It was killing him--sitting around trying to be understanding.

He thought you would've adjusted well by now. Especially since it's been weeks since Dmitry's kidnapped you and whisked you off the streets in the dead of night. But you wanted nothing to do with him.

"Sweetheart, please come out." The Alpha can 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 that his frustrations are getting the best of him. He's been patient for so long, after all.